You drive the needle into your left wrist and press the plunger, forcing the viscous pink sludge deep into your veins, making them stand out as a network of bright pink lines. Your body begins to convulse painfully.
"Don't fight it. That only makes things worse."
Suddenly you're on your hands and knees, vomiting what feels like your entire body onto the floor. Fatty lumps and things that look disturbing like muscle fibre pass your lips. At the same time, you can feel the strength leaving your arms and legs. You can hear the bones in your skull grinding together as they contract upon your brain. Agonising pain slices through your head and you pass out.
You come to in a pool of your own...well, you. Slowly, painfully, you get to your feet. The plasmid syringe is still clutched in your right hand, only now it looks huge and your hand looks tiny, pale and fragile. The same goes for the rest of your body. You're now a Little Sister.
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