This choice: She trips on her shoes, and it's obvious that she noticed the transformation. • Go Back...Chapter #5...See You Next Fall by: Unknown I wasn’t sure whether it was her suddenly altered center of gravity or her suddenly high-heeled shoes, but the transformed woman tripped. Fortunately, she came down on the ground beside the path, and not on the paved path itself.
I ran over to help, leading my former mutt, now Doberman. The woman managed to get herself to a seated position, the only apparent damage being dirty hands and dirty knees, and I reached out a hand to help.
“Oh, thank you,” she said, reaching to take my hand. Just before she took it, though, she withdrew -- I could tell she was looking at the white-tipped, manicured fingernails.
She looked down at her cantaloupe-sized, apparently fake breasts, being barely held in by a sequined bra top. She touched them gingerly.
“Oh, my God,” she said, and then again, louder, “Oh, my God!” There was a definite note of panic on her face as she looked back up at me. “I don’t -- what is -- oh, my God, I’m -- what’s going on?”
That answered the question about this power -- people would notice things I’d changed. Well, maybe I could change that later. For now, I tried to use as reassuring a voice as possible as I reached out again. “Just relax and let me help you up.”
This time, she allowed me to grab her hand and pull her to a standing position. I could feel her trembling a bit. “I’m all different -- my clothes -- my boobs -- my hair!” she exclaimed.
Apparently sensing her discomfort, Patches nudged against her leg with a little whine. She looked down at the big Doberman and said, with fear in her voice, “Oh, my God!”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “He’s a pussycat.”
Patches immediately shrank considerably, the shape of his head altering, tail lengthening, fur changing color, whiskers growing out from his face. Within only about a second, he’d become a gray-and-black tabby cat, now rubbing against the woman’s ankles.
She looked at me, her eyes as big as her new epicanthic folds would allow. “What the hell is going on?!”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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