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Game 3 Outline |
You think in your head searching for a perfect form. "Let's see," you think, "Zebra, no, dog, no, not an animal, baby, Adault, girl-" "It's decided! says Rufus. "But I didn't say anything!" you yell. "So? I can read minds!" says Rufus. "Lights!" Rufus types in the word, "C.Y.L.I.E" on the Image thingy, "Cameras!" he says. a computer shows a holographic version of your new body in his sunglasses, "Action!" says Rufus. He presses a button and blue shock beam fire at your body and dissappear. You feel A sharp pain in your head and fall to the ground. "Adios, Amigo!" says Rufus as he steps into the time machine and dissappears into the ceiling. You feel something terrible. The first change is your hair. It grows to just below shoulder height and part of it curls around your ears. Your hair turns brown. It is silky and smooth, as if it has always been that way. You feel two sharp pains in your ears as two earrings penetrate the skin. Next, your arms and legs grow taller and more slender, less muscular. The heels on your shoes increase in height. Oh-no! This cannot be happening! Now comes the face as your lips curl into a kissing form and your eyelashes grow longer. Lipstick appears on your lips. Your hands are now less dry and the fingernails are longer and are covered in nailpolish. Here comes the worst part. Your pubic area tingles and dissapears, replaced by a hole. Your hips widen and your shoulders are painfully pushed down. They stay that way. You suddenly want to go shopping and buy all the, "in" clothes. You feel something tighten around your chest and realize that it is a bra. You now have- well you know, the two large lumps on your chest. You think that you want to date boys. Your jeans dissapear, now a skirt is in it's place. You are now wearing a red tank-top with a bracelet and necklace to match. 'Boy, those are cute-NO! I shouldn't think that!' you think. This thought is unsuccessful to your new attitude. The last change is when you start to scream, unwillingly. A light is seen pulsing gently in your throught but pulses faster as your voice grows higher and higher... but when the light dissapears and you look at yourself in the mirror, it is too late. You are Cylie, a hot chick.
Written by Cole Oeste
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