New Years Resolution - Part One

Snowflakes flutter down from the partially clouded sky, the lights of he city erasing all but the brightest of stars. My eyes lazily follow the small white motes as the slowly descend, finding them a fine replacement in my inebriated malaise.

I lean back against the cold hard bricks beneath me, adjusting my thick black woolen jacket as I fight back the cold. I take a swig from the bottle of scotch beside me, the glass having gone unused for the best part of the past hour. I had expected more of the building to be here, to sit up on the roof like they had done in years past. However, with the sudden freezing shift in the weather it made sense that I would be the only person up here waiting for the fireworks.

This year had been a bit of a rough one, between languishing in unemployment and burning through most of my savings just to keep a roof over my head it had simply not lived up to the hopes I had at the start of it.

Despite this, up on the roof top with a decent bottle of liquor helped to make up for the year behind me. The crisp night air and the dancing snowflakes feel almost like a bit of a cleanse, a sense of hopefulness for the next year creeping into my heart as the minutes slowly count down to the new year.

It could have merely been the scotch talking, the dozen or so standard drinks now circulating through my system and filling me with a sense of warmth, but I slowly begin to imagine just what I should set as my new years resolution.

Job-Bod - Part Five

Patting my pockets I find my keys resting in the bottom of the same jacket pocket as my guest badge, the familiar object looking strange in my new smaller and slender grip. Opening the driver's side door I climber inside, sinking into my seat as I whimper at the numerous aches and pains wracking my freshly reformed body.

I'm forced to adjust the seat and mirrors, the thought of driving while struggling to see or reach anything easily being more concern than giving into the changes that had been made. As I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the piercing gaze of my emerald eyes staring back at me, I let out a sigh.

"Well... this is going to be fun to explain" I say with a chuckle, starting my car as I begin the hopefully short drive home.

 

As I drive the short distance back to my apartment I can't help but pinch and adjust the overly tight and form fitting jeans covering my muscular legs. My stomach sinks with each tug and shift, the crotch digging into a new sensitive mound between my legs and acting as I reminder of what was now missing down there.

"These things would have crush my cock anyhow" I weakly chuckle, fighting back tears as I firmly grip the steering wheel my eyes darting down to the bountiful mounds of sculpted flesh and artificial fat bound in the poorly fitted black cups as they block my view of what lay below.

I whimper pathetically as I take a hand from the wheel, my fingers grazing over the fake muscles as I feel the real deal twitch and pulsate beneath them. My mind turns to what lay beneath it all, my stomach turning as I grow nauseated at the thought of what 'functional organs' they could have implanted into me.

Little did I know that I was at least safe in that regard. While the perfect little slit was connected to something that would appear to be, for all intents and purposes, a functioning reproductive system it was all a ruse. Periods were out the window, as was any chance of pregnancy, the sole purpose of the intricate system of organs being tuned towards something far more creative.

Pheromones, signalling chemicals, and all manner of other traits had been borrowed from the animal kingdom to assist in the latest creations from the Innovation Center, the fruits of that labor now sitting inside me as they slowly sprung to life. While something like this wouldn't be available on the open market for some time, and certainly not without further testing as to the effects it could have on those innocent bystanders that could be caught up in its use, a single missing set from a trade show would likely go unnoticed in light of a buzz its announcement would create.

Public Purchase - Part Eight

Groaning I pull the sweaty boots off with a huff, wriggling my delicate toes as I grumble under my breath at Aurelia's distaste for socks and underwear. Clambering over to the computer I heave my lithe frame up onto the seat, slumping over slightly as I feel my heavy chest hang forward with me.

My eyes shift to the papers, my gaze locking to homework that seemed to be weeks and weeks old at this point.

"Has she not done anything since we..." I grumble, my eyes narrowing as I wonder whether she even looked at this homework since we agreed to the swap. reaching over I snatch the top item from the pile, a series of questions relating to Romeo and Juliet as my eyes begin to dart between my questions.

Despite my poor vision I slowly begin to read the work I would be expected to complete. As I sit down to try and tackle the overdue homework I quickly find myself making short work of it the questions largely just requiring a surface level reading in various texts of English Literature and basic knowledge of historical events. I worry for a moment that the wine slowly seeping into my system would ruin my handwriting, my already terrible scrawling likely to decay to an illegible mess. However, as I lose myself to answering the mind numbing questions I soon find my handwriting shifting to a neat and cursive script with cute loops and flourishes that leave me a giggling mess.

"Did Meredith make her learn..." I chortle, watching in amazement as I draft the fancy yet barely legible text.

Before long I soon exhaust all the humanities subjects in the pile, my delicate hand cramping after writing more about Macbeth and Hamlet in the past hour or two than I had done in the past decade in academia.

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Five

"I... I..." I stammer, my heart racing as I wriggle in place excitedly. My mouth hangs open, eliciting a chuckle from the older woman as she begins to shuffle towards the stairs up.

"Oh don't stand there with you mouth agape, are you trying to catch flies?" she coos, obviously enjoying my reaction to some degree. "Come on, it's time to..." she begins to state, not even getting halfway through her thought as I bound up the stairs.

"Thank you!" I cry back, rounding the corner and up further flights of stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" she calls out, causing me to nearly topple over myself as I grind to a halt mid-stride up the steps.

"To... uh... get changed?" I stammer, skipping back down the stairs a few steps at a time. "I mean, I just assumed that..."

"You'll have plenty of time to get changed" Rachel states cocking an eyebrow. "I just need to get something for Victoria. You can wait in the taxi, we have a long trip ahead of us." I stand at the base of the stairs as I watch the older matronly woman slowly climb the steps, her withered hand clutching at the railing as she slowly strides up and around the corner.

Blinking rapidly I twist and turn, the bag whipping around along with my long wavy hair as I look between where the elderly woman had vanished towards the upper floors and the taxi waiting outside. Swallowing hard I race out towards the idling car, my stumbling stride soon correcting itself as my muscle memory forces my legs into a practiced jog.

X-Change Duo - Part Two

As I find my wallet, quickly patting down my pockets after sliding it into my black jeans, I mutter to myself.

"Phone, wallet, keys, all good" I mumble with a sigh, adjusting my moss green cable-knit sweater over my black t-shirt as I try to get them to neatly line up. Slipping on a pair of large and well-worn dark brown boots I quickly head out the front door of my apartment, stopping for a moment to turn off the TV and to save on electricity.

As I pace towards the stairwell my mind ruminates on the ad I had just seen, the images of the Duo lingering in my head. X-Change had been on the market for some time now, I had even used a very short-term one a while back. However, after seeing my 'alternate self' I hadn't really found the drive to use it again.

Being a tall and slender man I had figured I would be a tall and slender woman. However, I had not expected to look that slender with my female form appearing to be more lanky, pasty, and awkward than I wanted. Not only that but my massive cock didn't translate into much at all in this new form, my body being flat and lacking any sort of curves.

Spending an awkward evening like that had been enough for me, leaving me to swear off X-Change ever since, but the thought of what was possible with the Duo simply kept piquing my interest.

As I reach the landing I still had no clue just how my day was going to pan out, having no idea that I would end up finding someone's 'Duo' as I went about my night.

Good Head on Your Shoulders - Part One

Rain spits at the window of my car as I slowly wind my way through the precarious mountain road. Dark clouds hang overhead, the daunting darkness peaking through the trees above and from over the cliff to the right. I practically creep around each of the blind corners, inching my car along the cliffs edge as my sweaty hands grip at the wheel.

"It'll be worth it" I wheeze, flinching as a small set of rocks tumble past from one of the outcropping above me. "It'll be worth it."

The road is old and heavily worn, a mixture of once frequent use turned to disregard and disrepair. Trucks had once rolled along the dangerously slanted and winding asphalt, carting coal up through the mountains from the small town nestled within a rare relatively flat section of land inside the range. Since the mines ran empty decades ago the town had slowly atrophied and rotted away, and yet here I was on my way to move in.

Looking to the passenger seat I glance at the open letter once again, reconfirming just why I had packed up to move out here.

Public Purchase - Part Seven

My gaze slowly drifts as well, slowly falling to a small wine rack resting atop the counter at the far edge. With a giddy grin I point at that, a knowing smirk soon forming on my lips.

"Can we start with that?" I ask, Meredith whipping around to look at what I'm pointing at. Her hands quickly fly to her hips before she twists back around, her gaze narrowing behind her glasses to a glare.

"Aurelia Marigold-Prim..." she begins to snap, her shouting of my extended name coming to a stop as she bites her lip and her eyes drift up in thought. "I suppose... You do have a fully formed... well at least the part that counts for present purposes..." she mutters, walking over and pulling a bottle of red from the top of the rack.

"Okay, we can share" she states, pulling two glasses from one of the open cabinets. "But one, I need to hear more about my new daughter, and two..." she states, placing the glasses down before uncapping the wine and pouring the glasses. "We still need to go over the ground rules, before Sammie gets home at least."

Naughty or Nice - Naughty - Part One

As the doughy old man places the small gift box on my coffee table a mug is jostled, the ceramic soon tumbling to the floor with a loud crash.

I lurch up from my strained and light sleep, the smashing of the mug against the wooden floor ripping me from a dream already fading from my mind. The footfalls quicken in pace in the living room down the hall, the soft steps soon disappearing out the window before the sound of bells begin to pull away and into the distance.

Despite the freezing temperature I leap from my bed, pulling open the draw of my bedside table as I grab out the heavy metal torch sitting within. Armed to the best of my ability and with a stream of harsh light in hand I begin to tentatively pace towards the bedroom door.

Hunched low I slowly open the door with a painfully long creak, my bleary sleep filled eyes straining to see in the darkened rooms despite the harsh stream of light pouring from the powerful torch. Creeping down the hallway I careful step into the combined living room and kitchen. The window sits up, snowflakes slowly falling in as a harsh and painfully cold breeze billows inside.

Whipping my head around I soon find my torchlight pointed towards the shattered pale green coffee mug, my attention soon turning to the coffee table on which it once sat. My eyebrow cocks in confusion as I aim the torchlight at the object sitting in the center of the old low wooden table, my eyes squinting as I stare at the stark grim coal black present.

The scent of ash and fire hangs heavily in the air, an undertone of dirt wafting up to me as I inch towards the box. I swear that in the harsh light of the torch and the striking shadows of the dim apartment around me the box appears to shift, the pristine cardboard sides bulging and almost breathing and hiss like the bestial thing is alive.

Naughty or Nice - Nice - Part Two

"Whaaa..." I wheeze dreamily, my body reacting and waking far slower than my panicked mind. Reaching once more for the curtain I snatch at it, pulling hard as I try to clear my vision only to let out another yelp. My scalp aches as I tug at the strands, the gears slowly grinding through the early morning malaise as the fact I was pulling on my own hair dawns on me.

Blinking rapidly, clearing hair and sleep from my eyes I begin to take in the room around me. With my gaze darting around I find myself laying in a lavish king sized bed, the wrought iron frame sitting in a spacious and well decorated room. The bed frame is a solid and heavy design, the black burnish iron sitting with thick sturdy legs accented with delicately formed filigrees. Blanket after blanket is piled top the bed, the thick and heavy begging practically pinning me to the mattress beneath.

With a howling wail the window rattles, the thick glass framed in iron with antique accents and hinges holding them in place. Snow races past in the wild and frenzied gusts of wind beyond, piles of the white flakes building up on the outside of the frame. The window is a surprising distance away, the room at large being far more expansive than any I had lived in in the past.

Looking up I'm met with the sight of a high vaulted ceiling, old and fresh wooden beams stretching out in the rafters while the sky lights above reveal only the white powder snow accumulating beyond. The walls around me are painted a deep dark red, the color of which is tinged with purple to make it almost a delicious shade of wine. A large antique wardrobe rests along the far wall, a door sitting open beside it as the hallway beyond begs for further exploration.

Naughty or Nice - Nice - Part One

As the doughy old man places the small gift box on my coffee table a mug is jostled, the ceramic soon tumbling to the floor with a loud crash.

I lurch up from my strained and light sleep, the smashing of the mug against the wooden floor ripping me from a dream already fading from my mind. The footfalls quicken in pace in the living room down the hall, the soft steps soon disappearing out the window before the sound of bells begin to pull away and into the distance.

Despite the freezing temperature I leap from my bed, pulling open the draw of my bedside table as I grab out the heavy metal torch sitting within. Armed to the best of my ability and with a stream of harsh light in hand I begin to tentatively pace towards the bedroom door.

Hunched low I slowly open the door with a painfully long creak, my bleary sleep filled eyes straining to see in the darkened rooms despite the harsh stream of light pouring from the powerful torch. Creeping down the hallway I careful step into the combined living room and kitchen. The window sits up, snowflakes slowly falling in as a harsh and painfully cold breeze billows inside.

Whipping my head around I soon find my torchlight pointed towards the shattered pale green coffee mug, my attention soon turning to the coffee table on which it once sat. My eyebrow cocks in confusion as I aim the torchlight at the object sitting in the center of the old low wooden table, my eyes squinting as I stare at the bright white and red striped present.

The scent of peppermint and sugar cookies hangs heavily in the air, an undertone of gingerbread wafting up to me as I inch towards the box. I swear that in the harsh light of the torch and the striking shadows of the dim apartment around me the box appears to shift, the pristine cardboard sides bulging and almost breathing like the thing is alive.

Public Purchase - Part Six

A small stone wall wraps around the entrance to the clearing, the older woman bringing the pickup truck to a stop close to a cute little wooden gate. Flower beds and trees dot the landscape beyond the fence, creating an extensive garden in front of a rustic stone cottage sitting beyond.

With a click of her seat belt the older woman turns to climb out of the driver's seat, pausing for a moment to look back at me with a more serious expression.

"Come on, we have to get this thing planted before Sammy gets home" she states, hoping down to the path below before stretching a little. "Besides, you and I need to have a talk. Don't think you can just take over for Aurelia without any ground rules."

I sit in the large and heavily worn seat for a moment, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my lime green polka dot sundress as I try to wrap my head around what the dark haired woman had said. I blow some of the red hair from my face, the gears inside my skull whirring as I find the sudden thrusting of myself back into living under a parent's thumb difficult to parse.

Suddenly, a loud thumping rings through the cabin of the pickup, the loud drumming causing me to jump with a loud squeal.

"Come on!" barks the dark haired woman, opening my door as she continues to hammer the roof of the vehicle. "I carted this thing into the truck without Aurelia's help, you can at least help me get it to the house."

X-Change Duo - Part One

As I potter about my apartment, preparing for the day ahead of me, I quickly fiddle with my phone. If I was going to be rushing around my cozy little home I at least wanted something to listen to in the background.

Hemming and hawing at the screen I flick my way through YouTube, selecting random videos to act as ambiance as I get ready. As I cast the first video to my TV I'm immediately hit with the off-putting blaring noise of an ad, one that I had heard many times before.

 

 It's time for a change, an X-Change

Naughty or Nice - Part One

Snow patters softly at the bedroom window as I lay beneath the covers, twisting and turning as I struggle to keep myself within my strained dream clad state. The biting cold seeps int through the covers, bleeding through the poor quality glass of the windows and the flimsy walls of the cheap and poorly maintained apartment.

Pulling the covers closer, wrapping them around me as an insulating second skin, I shiver and mutter in my sleep as whatever chance of restful sleep grows ever more fleeting. The poor state of rest however manages to keep itself in place as the kitchen window slides open, a faint jingling of sleigh bells emanating from beyond the window.

A soft series foot falls pace across the hardwood floors, the large figure moving with cat-like tread despite his bulk and the large sack slung over his shoulder. As the elderly man tip toes over to my living room his long bushy white bread ruffles softly, his red floppy hat somehow making more noise than his whole hulking frame.

As the jolly old man reaches my coffee table he slings the large sack over his shoulder around, his gloved hand dipping inside and sifting around in search of a particular box amongst the mixture of colorfully wrapped gifts. While it was only a week or so to the big day, or for the elderly man his big night traveling the globe, some presents this year needed to be delivered early in order for them to have their full effect.

Public Purchase - Part Five

Taking a deep breath I watch as the bus pulls out, the warm sun above me feeling almost heavenly and deeply distracting as I feel it on my arms. I hold them out a little past the brim of my hat, taking in the warmth and taking a deep breath of fresh mountain air as a warm smile creeps across my lips.

"Okay... I'm home... I guess..." I giggle, shimmying my hips from side to side with glee as I look over the quiet early afternoon streets. While likely bustling and full on the weekend and holidays, the town seemed largely dead without tourists and visitors to fill the cafes and stores lining the shopping district.

Swallowing hard, running my tongue along my slightly crooked teeth, I try to remember what Aurelia had told me about getting home.

"Up the street?" I mutter, looking around at the intersection I had found myself in. "She said something about a dirt road right? Yeah... I mean..." I huff, struggling to remember everything that happened in the rush to make the bus after our surgery.

As I wander down to the corner, glancing up and down the streets in the hopes of getting some sort of insight into where to go, I spy sight of a tall and lanky young woman waving at me excitedly from down the street.

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Eight

Wendy remains frozen, her gaze turning from the shirt to my exposed torso and my pale pink swim suit. Her mouth opens to say something before snapping shut, her hands shaking a little as she pulls down her jeans to reveal a pair of black boy short stretched over a set of firm muscular legs. My heart hammers a mile a minutes as I drink in her from, from the firm toned stomach to her muscular limbs and tan complexion. It's all I can do not to moan as I watch the blonde stride over nervously, the towering figure sliding into the pool with a long drawn out sigh of satisfaction.

"So..." she begins to mumble, giving me a small smile.

"Wine?" I squeak, grabbing the bottle and passing her a glass.

"I... uh... Yeah!" the blonde squeaks back in a pitch that sounds almost wrong for you usual slightly husky tone. Her hand shakes slightly as I pass her the glass, my own moving back to open the bottle. As I brace the icy cold glass against my chest I let out a soft moan, the blonde seemingly catching it as she bites nervously at her lip.

With a loud pop the cork comes free the wine soon following as I lean over to pout Wendy the first glass. Shifting between hers to my own I fill both to the top, my eyes narrowing with a grin as I hold out my glass for a toast.

"To a night to remember" I purr with a giggle, the athletic blonde's face now burning red as she mechanically holds out her own glass in response.

"I... um... yeah, right, of course" she chokes out, finishing her rambling sentence with a clinking of the glasses.

Nefarious Nanobots - Part Two

My eyes bulges I stare within the metallic thermos, my gaze locking to a roiling mass of silver that appears to shimmer vibrantly no matter how I look at it. Nanobots, built up and trained rest in the bottom of the container as they eagerly look for biological material to integrate with.

"I can't seriously..." I wheeze, bringing the thermos to my lips as I notice the faint copper scent of blood in the rapidly shifting sea of seemingly liquid metal. Placing my hand on the seat to heave myself up and leave I spot the container with the blinking light and my phone, my stomach singling as I find my will rapidly breaking under the promise of further rewards.

"Shit..." I huff, slumping into the seat before weakly bringing the thermos to my lips. "Bottoms..." I begin to sigh, my words cutting off as the used blob of tiny machines quickly fling up to coat my lips and force their way into my mouth.

My eyes go wide and a muffled scream struggles to breath the writhing wall of shifting metal quickly covering my face. I gag and wheeze, forcing myself to breath through my nose as I feel my lips begin to grow numb thanks to the invading force sealing them shut. A long warm blob of oozing machine begins to worm itself deeper into my mouth, using my tongue as a spring board before lurching itself to my back of my throat.

Tears begin to streak their way down my cheeks as what feels like a hot ball of lead drops itself down into my stomach, my whole face soon loosing sensation as the numbness of my lips begins to spread out. Despite the discomfort I find myself unable to so much as make a peep, the thick layers of nanites holding in all but the short sharp breaths I barely manage to wheeze out.

Reality Rewritten - Part Three

"What the..." I croak once more, spitting more hair from my mouth in a flurry of brown strands mixed with saliva. My voice rings out in a sing-song, albeit rough and exhausted, manner as the sweet and meek feminine tones seem to overshadow what little familiarity there was left underneath it all.

I gently shift my head around, shifting the hear from my eyes while I keep my white knuckled grip firm over my knees. Slowly but surely I clear more and more of my vision, my gaze darting between the mirror and the room around as I find myself looking at a clean and relatively modern apartment bedroom, the city skyline visible through the nearby window.

Plain white plastered walls catch the morning sun, the stark bright blank canvas being painted in the faint yellow hue of the last of the sun rise. The carpet is a faint gray, the short and relatively recently laid fabric looking almost and cold and barren as the walls that surround it. The far wall is made up of a wardrobe, the sliding doors being covered in a reflective layer to act as a mirror. In the mirror I stare briefly at the confused and terrified brunette, the young woman in her early twenties following my movements as her chest jiggles and jostles along with each of my subtle motions.

The right hand wall is seemingly made entirely of glass, the floor to ceiling windows allowing for ample natural light into the clean and clinical feeling space. Beyond the windows is the tops of the city skyline beyond in the lower half while the sky and clouds shift above.

To the right sits a door, likely leading to the rest of the apartment and a small wicker hamper. Staring at the basket I spot a massive black bra resting halfway out, the faint hint of a dark red sleeve resting beneath it before trailing deeper inside.

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Seven

A series of thumping footfalls race down the steps, overpowering the sound of chatter and giggling coming from the fairly tipsy Sarah and Kelly upstairs as they menace an all too eager to be alone Madison. Suddenly I feel a lump form in my throat as my heart skips a beat, my gaze falling on the tall and fit blonde as she stumbles down the last few steps with keys and a bottle of sparkling wine in hand.

She is dressed in the same yellow and black flannel top, now opened to reveal her toned muscular form. Her bust, concealed beneath a pale green bandeau swim top, appears relatively large in my shrunken form while likely being fairly modest on her taller frame. The same loose and well-worn jeans adorn or long muscular legs, though it the fact that a set of boy shorts or bikini bottoms lay beneath are not lost on me. 

"He...Hey!" she croaks, waving at me with the same hand that carries the sparkling for a moment. Catching her mistake she quickly stops, holding the bottle firmly at her side as she grins nervously. "Sarah and Kelly said we should take this, and I thought it'd be..."

"Delicious" I practically purr, my eyes not once turning to the bottle by her side. The tone in my voice seems to set Wendy on edge, her lips flickering with a grin as she quickly bites down on her lower lip.

"Do you... uh... know wine or..." she blurts out, struggling to answer or continue the conversation. "Is it a good bottle or something? You can tell me about it in the car, I'm gonna be your driver tonight" she stammers, wiggling her free arms elbow briefly as if to invite me to grab on before she catches herself and returns to her overly rigid stance.

"Well" she coughs before turning to the door. "We'd better get going before Emmie locks up for the night."

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Six

"Hey Wendy..." I coo softly, immediately causing the fit blonde to lurch up as she spins to face me. "Did you want something?" I ask, flashing her a grin as I hold my hands behind my back demurely.

"Uhhhh..." the tall young woman begins to mumble, her eyes going wide like a deer in the headlights as I watch her begin to panic. "The bed is... kinda small and... I mean, I can switch with... or stay on a cou..."

"I'm sure we can work it out" I giggle, enjoying watching the fit young woman squirm as she mentally trips over herself. "We've got..."

"Heather!" calls out a voice behind me, a mildly panicked Kelly leaving her temporary bedroom with her arms filled with bottles of oddly familiar alcohol. My gaze narrows, my lips twisting into a pout as I eye up the various bottles of wine and spirits that had adorned my kitchen shelves only a few hours ago.

"Sorry..." I chirp, waving slightly to Wendy as she nervously waves back. "Be back in a..."

"No... no problem" Wendy calls back with a slight wheeze, straightening herself up as she seems to try and regain her composure. Taking on a feigned sense of confidence she quickly gives me a bright and eager smile. "We can talk about later tonight, when we grab dinner over at the hot springs" she chirps, her voices wavering slightly as her gaze flickers down my far shorter form before shift back to look me in the eyes. "The others... uh... can't make it so it'll just be the two of..." she manages to croak out, her tan face slowly beginning to burn red as she fumbles with her words.

"Sounds like a plan" a chime back innocently, giving the towering woman a grin that seem to nearly take her out at the knees. "Let me know when we're..."  I continue, only to feel a hand grab my arm violently as I'm dragged away with the sound of clinking and clattering bottles.

Reality Rewritten - Part Two

Empty, starving, hungry.

These are the only words I can use to describe the sensation. It is like something was missing, my whole body almost grumbling like the stomach of some poor starved soul. Tears roll down my cheeks as I slowly begin to regain my vision, my fingers digging into the seat beneath me in an attempt to ground myself.

The blurred words on the screen shift, deleting themselves sequentially before something new takes their place. Blinking rapidly I try to focus my eyes, the plain black text slowly growing recognizable as:

 Implanting: Very Eye-Catching

A mixture of sweat and tears drips down my face to the floor beneath me, the drops of liquid almost sizzling against the heated floor as the room grows more and more humid by the second. My head spins and my vision blurs once more as I slump forward, my fingers digging into the thin cushion beneath me in an attempt to keep me seated.

Reality Rewritten - Part One

The air around me feels almost too still, the white panels on the walls around me doing little for the airflow of my cramped little cell. Beneath each of the tessellating square ceramic and foam tiles a faint buzzing can be heard, the power running through the thick copper cables to the unseen components that click and hum to life.

I shift awkwardly in my seat, unbuttoning my light yellow linen shirt in the hope of cooling down and avoiding sweating through the think material. The room around me is truly tiny, though it wouldn't appear so on any floor plan of the building as the original walls are obscured by several feet of machinery and components to give this device life.

"Do I need to..." I pant, pausing as I look down at my black jeans. "Should I take off my clothes or..."

"That's not necessary Mr Hughes" chirps a crackling voice a small speaker by the sealed door, a small screen sitting above it in some kind of standby mode. "We can work while you're fully clothed, though we apologize for the heat.

I wave my hand at my face in a pathetic attempt to cool down, the air in the room appearing to ripple from the white panels as the small space grows more and more like some kind of oven. Apparently noticing my growing discomfort the voice pipes up again, the nervous sounding voice of the young man on the other end cutting through the crackling of the speakers.

"Don't worry sir, this is normal. We need to get everything warmed up before we can rewrite anything."