A low sigh followed by a slight whistle emanates from the other side of the room. Despite the noises the older man was making the machine doesn't seem to die down in the slightest, the scent of ozone only building more intense as it feels as though the building static is frying away the hair on my arms and legs.
"Well Mr. Hughes, it looks like you're in need of a correction..." the man mutters, my heart skipping a beat even with his matter of fact tone. I try to speak only to find my jaw held tightly by the vice-like grip of the headgear.
"Your... blonde neighbor? Whoever, was meant to have a daughter" the technician states, his deep booming voice lacking much in the way of surprise or emotion. His tone lightens as his foot steps pace deeper in to the room and further away from me, a series of sharp plastic clicks soon following as he fiddles with something beyond my view.
"Over all? Not that drastic a change" he muses, almost relieved by the fact I was meant to be something so similar to my old life. "I had a young man in here the other day who ended up as his teacher's infant..." he begins to explain, as if someone having things worse was meant to make this better.
I try to thrash in my seat, to get myself free of the vice like grips holding my arms and legs in place. There must have been a mistake, some kind of misreading thanks to a subtle movement. A sharp breath, a blink or my heart skipping a beat while we were sitting here.
It had taken multiple scans in the first place, who was to say this one was right!
As the clicking sounds continue I feel a sudden surge of warm static buzzing sweep across my exposed arms, my eyes darting down to try and catch a glimpse of what was happening to me. The warmth floods deep into me, filling my limbs down to the bone. It isn't long before the sweaty padding on the cuffs binding me arms in place feel less and less present, the metal clasps almost melting away as the warmth spreads up and into my core.
Out of the corner of my eyes I catch something, an oozing pale mass flattening out and oozing over the sides of the arm rest and out of the restraints I had been fitted with. I can only let out a pathetic whimper as I watch what was once my arm run down the seat and out of sight.
As the warmth climbs deep into the chest, radiating through my torso, I can't help but feel... content. Despite the horrifying sight and knowledge of what was happening the warmth is simply oh so soothing. My eyes flutter for a moment, the room swimming into an indistinct blur for a moment before I catch myself and strain to regain my focus.
"Don't worry Mr Hughes..." the man calls, the dials he is manipulating clicking over once again as the static buzzing reaches my ears . "This... ormal... be fri..." he tries to explain, the buzzing sensation quickly blocking out his words my ears fill with the noise.
My eyes dart about in a frenzy, eager to stay awake and alert in and effort to fight back the effects of this damned machine. I manage to glance momentarily at my shoulder, my black shirt appearing to fade and warp. It's almost as if it were out of focus, the very fabric itself distorting under the effects of some cosmic blur tool until it is a mere patch of faint growing darkness.
In a moment of distraction as I stare at what was once my shirt I barely register the warmth as it enters my head, my mind dulling as the flesh around my skull begins to droop and sag. My breathing grows sharp and rapid, short shallow pants forcing their way up and out of my deflating lungs as my eyelids slowly close against my will.
As darkness consumes my vision I'm left floating for a moment in a complete sense of warmth, the lack of any tactile sensations around me leaving me with only the dull and comforting heat subsuming my whole being.
Sadly, even that delightful comfort ends as the world returns in a vibrant crash of color and sound. The air is knocked from my lungs and my eyes burn with a horrible pain as the sudden shift in light leaves me momentarily blinded and dazzled.
It takes a second before I can even make out the noise around me, my mind rapidly piecing together the various stimuli before focusing in on the least offensive one first. I focus, my mind sluggish from the onslaught of sensation as I finally manage to make sense of the noise bearing down on me.
"So Ms Hughes..." the man's voice chuckles as the clicks quickly return "That wasn't so bad was it?"
My ears ring and my eyes water as I pant for breath, the room still swimming around me as I find myself seated right where I had been mere moments ago. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision as I feel long fluttering lashes jostle awkwardly with each shift of my eyelids.
"Calm down..." the man says in a low deep tone, his voice indicating this dismissal of my panic as he slowly beings to walk closer. The sound of his shoes against the hard tiled floor grow louder and louder with each step, the sound on stopping as he stand in front of me.
Something thuds against the floor as the man sets something up, the bleary haze filling my vision slowly dissipating as I find myself soon blinded by the harsh lights of the room. The man plods off, the lights soon dimming as my vision is given a chance to return in a less intrusive environment.
"Take your time..." the man states, his voice one again distant as he fiddles with the lights. "Just take a minute to take in the new you Ms Hughes."
Blinking again my vision clears, the tears running down my cheeks as I stare up into the reflective pane in front of me. My eyes go wide as I stare at the...
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