Is That All There Is?

Like wildfire, fine hairs appear on your arms and legs. More noticeable, however, is the disappearance of layers and layers of fat, seemingly into thin air. Your flab gives way to muscle, modest but firm. You watch as your skin lightens from a loathsome grey to a pale peach. Feeling weightless, you lie down and wait for the monster in you to develop fully.

"Uh," stammers Fred. "Um. I think," he continues, talking as much to himself as to you.

Sitting up and opening your eyes, you glance back at Fred. "What?" you blurt, eager to know the cause of his confusion.

"I can't explain it," Fred responds, "but I seem to have made you human again. And you desperately need some new clothes."

Written by Joey Liverwurst

You look for something more suitable to wear.

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