His sense of sight is perplexed by a white shape. He tries to focus on it, as it must be on the floor, but his eyes only strain. Upon relaxing his focus, he notices that what he is looking at is actually attached to him. Oddly, his shirt has lost its gray color. It has become white, and the texture looks more like that of a dress shirt. Kyle reaches down with one hand to inspect his mysteriously altered attire, but as his hand runs over the material, he becomes aware of how very sensitive his chest has become.
Kyle recoils in a very confused manner, then begins to unbutton his shirt, somehow calm while standing amidst growing flames. Halfway through undoing his shirt, he sees enough of his chest to find a startling revelation. He was not bare, but instead was wearing a bra. And it was filled. Kyle didn't even realize that he was looking at his own body, the fare sized breasts clasped by the bra just under his eyes were certainly his, but his mind just could not accept it. He released the unbuttoned shirt and slowly grabbed the exposed breasts. He felt an usually spike of information from his body. The synapses in his chest felt overloaded, he momentarily became dazed and fell a few steps back.
"I know this must be a shock, but you cannot do this here."
Kyle looked around, the voice had no detectable bearing, it was as if it had emanated from all directions. However, this was enough to get Kyle to recall the situation that he was in. During the time he wasted examining himself, the fire had became slightly worse. The ceiling was glowing, there was no trace of any solid material above. It was ready to collapse. Kyle frantically began searching for an escape. The only thing he could see was a window down the hall, but he knew that he was still too far up to escape by jumping.
"Your thoughts deceive you, you are not as you were, leap and you shall take flight."
The same voice resonated over the screaming flames. Kyle looked at the window again. There was no where else to go. The only other option was to stand in the building a burn. He decided to follow the voice, but not out of faith, it was more so that he could divert the blame if jumping turned out to be as foolish as it seemed. He closed his eyes, and ran.
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