I wasn't going to be able to do much with the majority of these things, at least not without working out what the hell they meant. However, as the frustration built inside me so did a sense of intrigue. Why shouldn't I try one?
"Might help get me out of this...funk" I chuckle nervously, trying to break the dire mood I had found myself in. Looking around I take in my cramped apartment, the cheap yet cozy home's cheap rent still being too much now that I was unemployed. "Wonder if any of these could get me my job back" I muse, laughing a little louder as I slowly sit back up.
With a deep breath I turn my attention to the contraband I had accumulated on the table. Slowly I reach out as before I can decide one breaks open and begins to leak.
My heart leaps into my throat as I notice the once white masking tape of the 'Youth' pill slowly begin to form deep moss green splotches, the insides of the pill seeping out and soaking the already frail material. The shifting slivers of silver inside seem to branch out, the oddly lively substance branching out either in search of the gaps or simply following the gentle flow of the lush green liquid inside.
"Shit" I hiss, reaching over to grab the large before bringing it up closer to my face to inspect the damage. It doesn't take long to see it, the mixture of the poorly sized halves of the capsule and my earlier fiddling having caused the tape to become unstuck.
I try to push against each side of the large capsule, hoping to reseal it. However, as I press down all I manage to do is deform the semi-soft material and further damage the tape. With one final twist and shove the left side of the pill buckles, collapsing in and forcing the oddly warm goo inside out as the tape bursts in kind.
For a second I worry that I'd just wasted one of the pills, the thought of having to clean it off my jeans and the sofa quickly following. However, almost as soon as those thoughts reach me they give way to a sense of deep confusion as I'm left staring at my hands. What I had thought only moments ago was a liquid hangs from my fingers and palms in a thick ooze, the whole mass seeming to be a part of the silvery strands themselves.
An odd sense of amazement comes over me as I stare at the thin shimmering lights, the long strings snaking around and prodding my fingers as if investigating the goliath they were clinging to. For a moment it almost seems friendly, like a stray kitten sniffing my hand, momentarily forgetting the behavior I had seen before.
I let out a short gasp as I feel the moss green goo shift up towards my wrist, the sliver strands gripping to my skin and pulling the mass up. Suddenly, the slime flings itself up at my face, as though it had simply been preparing for its opportunity. A long and thick central strand slips past my lips, forging ahead as the smaller and thinner strings dance and flail weakly in search of some way inside along with the leader.
I let out a muffle scream, the warm air escaping my nostrils seemingly alerting the entity to another entry way. Before I know it I feel another set of slower moving and weaker strands creep inside, the combination of sensations leaving me gagging and struggling for air. The large central mass slowly pushes deeper inside my maw, worming inside inch by inch as it thrashes about.
Tears fill my eyes as I feel some of the smaller pieces worm their way into my sinuses, the waterworks soon being stopped as another set of the shimmering tendrils flick up and begin to slither past my eyes.
The thick green goo is all I can see, taste and smell as I try to fight the invasive creature to no avail. The scent is dank and oddly familiar, the heady smoky scent taking my back to my days in a college dorm. The taste however blends in the taste of various herbs and spices, the flavor of oregano soon encompassing my entire tongue.
As the main slivering strand slips fully into my mouth it seems to release the smaller ones, those who had made their own way being left to fend for themselves. With a loud hacking cough I feel the thick noodle-like oddity plunge down into my throat before landing in my stomach and wriggling around in a nausea inducing manner. The smaller ones soon pop inside on their own, my sinuses feeling filled to bursting and the movement behind my eyes leaving my heart pounding in my chest.
For a second I set in shock, struggling to process what had just happened. As the writhing in my belly continues, the sickening feeling soon giving way to legitimate pain and discomfort, I clamber to my feet.
"I need to..." I croak, coughing up a glob of the moss green goo. "I need to get this stuff..." I wheeze, trying to focus on what I could to to get the invasive parasite out of my stomach.
"You're not the regular nurse..." croaks a soft and weak voice inside my head, my head pounding as the young woman's speech reverberates in my skull. My eye twitches as I feel the strands behind my eye burrowing deep inside, racing up into my brain and quickly stealing my attention from the warm sensation building in my gut.
"Who was..." I cough, staggering a step towards the kitchen before being cut off mentally.
"You're not the regular nurse..." the voice mutters again, the same soft spoken and drained young woman muses to herself using my own mind.
I drop to a knee as I try to take another step, my foot slipping out from under me as I find the distance to the wooden floor being just a little off. I clutch the arm of the couch to hold myself up, my fingers digging into the soft and well worn fabric as I try to keep myself composed. The warmth inside my stomach rapidly begins to dissipated, spreading through my body before I find myself feeling terribly warm in a manner that was oddly intoxicating.
Leaning my head forward, drool escaping my mouth and dribbling to the floor, I watch as my vision is slowly obscured and shaded by a mess of sweaty and messy brown hair. My legs quiver and shake, the rapidly weakening limbs struggling to keep me upright. I hear bones creak and joints pop as the heat builds around my hips and knee, the audible strain urging me to struggle my way up onto the sofa with a loud pained groan in an oddly crackly voice.
As I pull myself up I feel my jeans slide out from beneath me, the large black pants simply being too baggy and loose for my disproportionate limbs. I feel like I'm swimming in my boxers as I weakly writhe on the sofa, the discomfort refusing to subside the warm wracks me body and the smaller strands twist their way through my body in search for targets unknown.
"You're not the regul..." the young girl's voice pipes up again, the snippet remaining unchanged from the previous renditions.
"Shut... up..." I groan, reaching up to hold my temples and block my ears. My once short nails dig into my skin, the sharp pain barely even getting a response as I try to fight back the voice. I barely even notice my own voice in kind, the once deep and masculine tone sound high pitched albeit fairly husky.
"...Regular nurse" the girl's voice continues, finishing her sentence. The intrusive thoughts build in volume as I feel the strands finally burrow up into my skull, the sensation causing my eyes to roll back and my back to arch in shock. My whole body begins to lock up, my strained and aching muscles seizing up and twisting painfully as the invaders wriggle about inside my skull in search of their new home.
My mouth simply hangs open as a let out gasps, my lips quivering as I try to think of what to do or what I could even try to do.
"You're not the regular nurse..." the voice repeats once more, my vision slowly narrowing as a deep exhaustion soon begins to fall over me. "What's that... Is that like... a dialysis thing..."
Beeping of the heart monitor fills the room. Alone, for once, the old lady who had been in the bed on the other side of the room had been sent to surgery a few hours ago. It's nice, though it's pretty lonely.
The sound of doctors and nurses racing around the hall outside punctuate the steady beeping from the machine next to the bed, phones and other patients monitoring devices being muffled through the thin walls of the room.
Liver and kidneys they had said, transplant was the only option for both.
Soon they said, needed to be soon
Stupid mistake, should have been more careful after the move but it seemed okay at the time, couldn't have known it contained herbicide. Wish parents were here.
A nurse comes in, not Rochelle though. Rochelle's nice, brings snacks to make up for the terrible hospital food.
"You're not the regular nurse...I'm El..."
She finishes the sentence, the middle aged woman in scrubs knew it already. Put as ease, she knows what she's doing right. Under her arm she carries something, a small metal plate with some clear plastic tubing connected to several suction cups.
"What's that... Is that like... a dialysis thing..."
She nods, gives a warm smile as she attaches the cups. The waiting list is long, even for young people they say, and the circumstances didn't help make the best case. She injects something into the bag, Rochelle called it an IV.
This sucks...Idiot...
A loud banging on my front door rips me from my dream, the frenzied thuds sounding far louder than they should be. For a moment I try to work out how the sound was so close when I was in my bed room, however, the thought is soon displaced as I feel my couches arm rest against my head.
"Ella!" calls the familiar voice from behind the door, the sound the neighbor down the hall's daughter rousing me further from my extremely drowsy state. As my eyes flicker own, the room partially shrouded in a curtain of gross and messy hair, I spy the glowing pills sitting on my coffee table.
Suddenly, I'm wide awake as I lurch up in my seat. My hair whips about my face, coming to rest just below my ears in a messy and poorly maintained bob, and a very subtle jiggle shakes momentarily on my chest.
My heart rate spikes, thumping like a hummingbird inside my ribs as I try to work out what to do. As I reach out I let out a partially stifle squeal at the sight of my delicate and petite digits, my finger nails stretching out further with a very lazy and haphazard trim to even them out. Swallowing hard I hastily place the tabled pills back into the tub before putting the lid back on.
I hear the door handle jiggle, my blood running cold as I remember simply kicking it closed the night before.
"I'm... Coming!" I croak and cough out, my voice soft and sweet with a slight smokey huskiness that gives it a small masculine quality. "Just... need to get my pants... I mean..." I shout, quickly lifting the opposite couch cushion and placing the container underneath.
"It's fine..." the voice calls out, the door swinging open without much hesitation. In the hallway stands Kelly Richards, her brown hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and adorned with a bright red beret. Her slender frame is hidden beneath heavy layers of clothing, the biggest offender being a thick grey woolen coat that reaches down to her denim covered knees. "... I've seen you without them before" she finishes, looking at me quizzically.
"I..." I barely managed to eek out, my sentence falling short as I both hear and feel my stomach gurgle loudly. Kelly even seems to notice, with either the noise or the look on my face as the nausea hits me giving her the clue.
"Are you sick sick?" she asks, crossing her arms judgmentally as I clamber up from the couch awkwardly. "Or are you... Sick?" she continues, cocking an eyebrow as she adds her dismissive emphasis.
As I stumble to my feet the world feels off. The cold floor bites at me and the much larger seeming room seems to shift and sway beyond my control. It almost feels like I'm seeing in double, two images of my living room overlaying onto of one another with minor variations through out. It does little to curb my mounting nausea, a guttural burp being all that was needed to send me racing towards the bathroom.
I slip and slide as I tumble over the jeans on the floor, not helping with my drastically altered stride. The shaking on my chest is thankfully light, the hammering steps simply causing the subtle weight to to rub and jostle against the coarse cotton t-shirt that tented over my torso. As I slide around the corner I feel something wedge between my ass cheeks, the gross and sweaty fabric making me all to ware of the cute pert cheeks behind me and the disturbing absence between my legs.
As I launch into the bathroom I scramble to the white tiled floor, racing on all fours as I lunge at the toilet bowl. With a loud wet heave I upend my stomach a weak and pathetic whine escape my lips immediately after as my stomach and throat sting from the acidic disturbance.
My eyes go wide as I stare into the bowl, trails of thick bright orange ooze blending with specks and slivers of moss green goo acting as a bridge between my lips and the disgusting water below. I watch in horror as inside the bowl several silvery strands writhe and dance around in the water, their movements slowing as the ooze is rapidly diluted by the water surround it. One by one they cease their movements, their shimmering light fading before simply sinking to the bottom of the bowl.
Memories of the night before suddenly rush to the forefront of my mind as I hack and cough up another bout of thick ooze. My blood runs cold as another batch of the strands thrash and wriggle for dear life before fading away.
"Those are... are those my..." I wheeze, spitting as I try to get the coffee flavored goo out of my mouth.
As I splutter out in my altered voice I slowly reach up, placing one of my diminutive hands around my now Adam's apple-less throat. On shaky legs I pull myself up to my feet, my knees knocking together as I struggle to stand on the frigid bathroom tiles. Slowly I creep over to the bathroom mirror resting just above the sink, my jaw dropping as I get at least some sense of my reflection.
Staring back at me is a pale young woman somewhere in her late teen to early twenties, the dark bags under her eyes and the exhausted sickened expression making it hard to pin down her exact age. I quickly recognize my own hair atop my head, the same light brown color though now reaching down to just below her ear lobes in a sweaty unkempt mess.
Her jawline, much like her nose, is slender and delicate as though juxtapose a set of thick dense eyebrows and firm chin. My own bright blue eyes stare out from inside her skull in wide amazement and terror. Her mouth hangs open, her soft pink and chapped lips parting in intense surprise. Pimples and small red marks pock her face, bunching up around her nose and dotting her greasy pale forehead.
A black t-shirt hangs from her skinny and bony frame, my own slender build seemingly shrunken down to meet her five foot five stature.
"Holy shit..." I wheeze, reaching up and gasping as I watch the girl in the mirror match my movements. "I'm..."
'So fucking skinny dude! Did the hospital fo...' a soft weak voice squeals inside my head, her tone filled with delight before it ceases with an oddly disconcerting pop inside my skull. It was like a bubble, the lingering alien thoughts rising to the surface before vanishing with a loud mental crack.
I stagger back, trying to get a better view of my body as a whole in the mirror, only to find myself struggling to get into frame. My diminished size certainly didn't help, the nearly a foot of lost height making it all but impossible to see my whole form in the high up mirror.
Reaching down I grab the hem of myself shirt, tugging at it and bundling it up as I catch a glimpse of my torso in the reflection. My chest is rather puny but certainly feminine, the small perky mounds resting with a set of cute pink nipples standing at attention in the icy open air. I could easily go around without a bra if I wanted, the thought of struggling with anything larger all of a sudden making these seem almost like a blessing.
Looking down I reach out with one of my legs, eyeing up the soft and supple plush that coats my thighs. My waist narrows slightly, my lower ribs on display, before reaching my hips and flaring out only an equally slight amount. A set of sweat soaked black panties cling to my soft and sensitive skin, a very obvious camel toe showing through thanks to my accidental wedgy.
'No stretch marks eith...' the intrusive thoughts chirps excitedly, sudden getting cut off soon than the previous one.
As I let the t-shirt all back down, the hem soon draping over my hips, I catch the sight of Kelly in the mirror. The young brunette stands an inch or two over me, her boots making the difference all the more dramatic. She stands in the doorway, holding a pair of black jeans that look all too familiar.
She doesn't seem to think it odd that a set of jeans made for a six foot four man were in the apartment, though she hadn't seemed to notice much was wrong since she arrived.
"Do you have a cleaner pair?" she asks, holding them away from her. "When was the last time you washed these..."
"I... um..." I murmur, not knowing how to answer. "I heard somewhere... you're not meant to wash..."
"Blue jeans, you're able to wash..." she sighs, tossing them into the room behind her while shaking her head a little. "So smart and still so..." she mutters under her breath, a hint of jealously clinging to her words. "Come on, you said you're driving in today right?"
For a moment there is a pause between us, the silence broken as Kelly throws her head back with a groan. "Ellaaaaaaa..." she whines, rolling her head from one shoulder to another. As he brings her head back to look down at me she glances over at the toilet, grimacing at the goo inside before taking a deep breath.
"Are you okay?" she asks, her tone almost sisterly and certainly caring as she places a hand on her hip.
"I... I dunno..." I whimper, the urge to burst into tears quickly building as I find myself struggle to keep my emotions in check. I watch as Kelly walks into the bathroom, a slight squeak escaping my lips as she flushes the toilet and sending what essence had left me down the drain.
"Carrot?... soup?..." Kelly whispers, obviously confused at the goo that lined the bowl as she flushes over and over until the tank runs empty.
As she tries to help clean up I pace over towards the jeans sitting in the doorway to my bedroom. As I get closer and closer the image begins to distort, two sets of jeans resting in the same place in the same position in different sizes.
Cocking an eyebrow I reach down, the images continuing to grow more distorted with every inch. Finally, as my fingers brush against the crumpled pant leg they seem to collapse into a single shape. The larger image vanishes entirely only to be replaced with a set of black skinny jeans sized for some skinny and short woman. As I pick them up I swallow hard, the scent of stale beer and the dank scent of weed clinging to the fabric after weeks without washing.
'they fine' blurts out the intrusive mental voice, her sentences growing erratic and incomplete as time goes on.
Not wanting to hold them any longer than I needed to I toss the jeans deeper into my room, the loose article of clothing colliding with my freshly emptied laundry basket. Suddenly, I watch as the basket seems to shudder as snap as it suddenly fills into an overflowing mess of clothes that needed a wash.
From the bathroom I hear the series of flushes stop, the tap soon turning on as Kelly hastily washes her hands.
"Right, are you going to school today?" she asks, catching me by surprise.
"Huh?" I call back, spinning around as my filthy hair smacks me in the face.
"Are you going to class? Like, are you driving like you said you'd be" she asks again, rephrasing it slightly as she come to the doorway. She cocks an eyebrow at me as she looks over my disheveled state. "Good thing I got here early, you seriously need to get an alarm or... or something to get you up in the morning."
I fail to muster much of a response, the surprise of all that had happened weighing down on my mind. I barely managed to croak out a prolonged "Uhhhh..." before Kelly jumps back in.
"Look... in exchange for the lift there and home today I'll help you find...something to wear and help with... that" she states, pointing at my hair with an obvious wince. "Otherwise, I gotta go now if I'm gonna get in on time."
I pause, my lips parting as my mind struggles to catch up while bogged down and struggling to shake the sleep off of it. Taking a deep breath, my exhalation tasting foul and state after my time in the bathroom I decide to...
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