Charlotte yawned, splaying her arms wide as she sat atop a stack of miscellaneous boxes set up in the back of the Wilkos storage room. The burgeoning summer warmth would have been uplifting if not for the fact that she was stuck inside this damp, humid hotbox that made her hair start to frizz. In normal circumstances she wouldn't have even mentioned the existence of this place, let alone be inside it, but an urgent call from her newest acquaintance, Megan, made her reconsider. Ugh, this is the last time i sacrifice my cleanliness for someone else... she thought as she pulled a perfume bottle from a shelf and sprayed it into the closed space.
The girl pacing backwards and forwards while contorting her hands erratically took no notice, mindlessly rambling something that Charlotte instinctively blocked out. Honestly Charlotte had no idea why she would come to her of all people for advice- it wasn't like they were best friends. Her boyfriend Jacob had dragged her along to one of his dive bars a couple months back where Megan had been playing with her band and, although Charlotte would still never understand the attraction of punk-rock herself, they'd struck up a decent conversation and exchanged numbers. Heck, they hadn't communicated properly since that day except from a couple 'how are you's every couple weeks.
"...it just kinda happened, my mum was standing there and i just... just..." Charlotte took no notice of her words. Her mind was too preoccupied with Megan's aesthetic appearance. Her eyes scanned the 25 year old from head to toe, her lips crinkling into a smile with each new critique. Her dyed black bangs looked scruffy at best, probably just brushed hastily in her rush to meet up with Charlotte. For whatever reason she'd thought it acceptable to leave her house wearing scuffed Doc Marten boots, ripped Khaki jeans along with a skull emblazoned T-shirt underneath a baggy, oversized biker jacket. It was clear to see that she embraced the new-age, 'rock-n-roll' lifestyle' with her edgy assortment of skull rings, padlock chains slung round her neck and piercings to boot. Her dull green eyes radiated with a fire that Charlotte admired, a passion she hadn't normally seen in people that had to crane their necks to look up at her.
"You're smiling,huh? You think this is funny?!"
Charlotte snapped back to reality. Megan's gaze was firmly focused onto her face now, her brow creasing with incredulity. "No... Yes?" she guessed. Megan growled in frustration, balling her hands into fists and resuming her frantic pacing.
"Okay, okay! Sorry, I wasn't listening, OK?! It won't happen again. It's just very hard to focus on hearing you with all your frenetic moving! Come on, stop!" Charlotte stood up and gripped Megan by both of her shoulders, stopping her mid-walk and forcing her to stair into her eyes. Charlotte smiled reassuringly. "Good girl. Now, what's so important that you had to pull me away from work (something I'm not complaining about) and speak to me about? Say it slow-ly and ar-tic-you-late-ly." Megan sighed, breathing in deeply and exhaling softly.
"I absorbed my Mum and now I can feel her inside me."
There was a long silence that resided over the quiet storage room. "You... huh?" Charlotte finally replied. Her face had twisted into an expression of pure perplexion. Note to Future Self: do not accept random meetings from friends met at bars- could be drunk psychopaths. Charlotte searched but couldn't find any tells that Megan was trying to have a laugh or pull the wool over her eyes- she genuinely could've believed it'd happened. "How did..," she stumbled on her words slightly, "How would something like this happen?"
"I have no idea, honest to God, Char. I remember having this crazy ass dream... I thought it was the defective 'shrooms my roommate sent me but then when i went down to eat my breakfast, it just... HAPPENED! My Mum, she just... You know what, I'll just show you..." Suddenly, Megan began to claw at her own neck, levering the skin off with her black-glossed nails. Despite Charlotte's protesting she finally pulled up enough skin to lift her face up, prompting the Wilko employee to gag out of revulsion. But, strangely enough, as Megan completely removed the mask, a slightly more mature face had popped up atop her head. Her hair had changed back to a more natural brunette and her eyes sparkled a brighter emerald. In fact...the rest of her body seemed to have shifted also. Her boobs protruded further out from her shirt, burgeoning into D-cups that sagged slightly under their own weight. Her figure seemed to have improved considerably and (even though she'd lost about an inch in height) she possessed a curvaceous mum-bod that made Charlotte feel a tinge of jealousy.
"Wh- What the actual... Oh my, sugar honey iced tea, you're... OLDER!"
Megan's new face flashed pearly whites back at her. "I know! I'm my MOTHER! I have no idea how but it's true, I'm her!" Holy crap, she thought as she peered cautiously at... she didn't know what to call it. "Hey Char, think fast!" Charlotte noticed something coming her way and caught it, quickly dropping it to the ground with a wet splat with repugnance. "Ugh, Megan what the f*ck?!" The slimy object in fact was Megan's discarded face, hollow and with a strange green slime coating the epidermal walls. "I'm some kind of slimy shapeshifter!" Megan laughed in a sweet, melodic voice that wasn't her own.
"That's all... good, but why call me? I mean, don't you have a boyfriend or something?"
"Girlfriend but who cares. I called you because I could tell that you're someone logical, someone that tells it how it is and, at the very least, someone that can have fun with me and explore this. Or was my preliminary judgement wrong?"
Charlotte thought it over- as revolting as that little trick was, it could be quite interesting to explore this new power of Megan's. Plus I've never been one to pass up an opportunity to get some revenge at the expense of someone else, she giggled to herself. "Not at all," Charlotte responded. "Let's do this, partner."
"Nice! Put her there!" Megan reached out a slime encrusted palm.
"Don't touch me. And wash your hands."
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