posted on Feb, 2 2012 @ 10:34 PM
((This is the third part of my story. I will finish it when I have time to work on it or when I feel like it. Maybe...))
Before his very eyes the girl was morphing. Her supple fair skin was becoming almost unbearably flawless. Her teeth, her teeth were falling out and
being replaced with razor sharp bits of bone that looked like what you would expect to see on a carved out jack o lantern. Her fingernails began to
turn brittle and crack apart. Eventually after a few seconds they would fall to reveal what would be, one could only guess, her new finger nails.
These appeared to be made from an obsidian like substance that also appeared to make the new nails look more like a man at a nail shop, or a woman for
that matter, had painted her nails the most beautiful shade of shiny black. It was even more amazing because her nails became perfect and long... much
like that of a small dogs claw. But the most horrific thing to be seen was the girls eyes. Which had become a beautiful shade of pale silver and were
dripping out blood from the sides of her eye sockets. As the girl screamed out, her chest heaving and becoming more luscious, as was the rest of her
now curvaceous figure, which before was only thin and slightly curvy, it could be seen that she had become an unusual and yet beautiful and unique
creature. Now, the old gentleman felt even worse. What in gods name had he done, to an innocent woman, who had no memories except for a few of her
dearly beloved mother? The one whom this girl would now forever hate. As the transformation slowly ended the young man would let out a slight cough as
he covered his mouth with his right hand. Lowering his hand he would reply. Are you okay child?
O... okay? The young woman would reply, almost in utter shock that he could ask such a question. Her face was now streaked with tears of pain and
blood. Her nose was dripping out blood, her entire body ached with the pain of her limbs being violently shoved in and out of their socket to make a
different, what would, she would soon find out, be a much more improved form of herself then that of a normal human being, a more superior form. Not
only was her entire body aching but her fingers hurt. She felt like she had had her nails ripped out one by one, and she couldn't feel what had once
been her lovely perfect teeth. Finally, realizing after the shock and pain of everything that had come to pass had eased, that she could move her
limbs as the doctor had called them, she would slowly begin to reach up towards her face with both of her lovely hands to reach and touch her new
found teeth within her mouth. As she touched them more tears would begin to stream down her face and she would proceed to lift herself up and out of
the tank, her long slender legs jumping gracefully to land upon the bare floor in a crotching position as her hands held on to the side of the tank as
she made her decent. Luckily her towel was secured tightly with a metal clasp and the towel remained, soaking wet and clinging to her new form as she
continued to remain in the crotched position upon the floor, the fingertips of her left hand helping to hold her up as she leaned against the floor in
front of her.
LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME!?!?!?!?!?!? She would scream out in rage and anger and fear. LOOK!!!! You made me... into a freak. She would sob as
she cupped her face into her hands, hiding her face within the long slender curves of her fingers. Coughing a bit more violently the man would reply.
Child I am sorry. I really am, for I had no idea the chip would do such things. Looking towards him, she would see that his words were true and sadly
she didn't even know how she knew he was being truthful with her. Getting herself into a fully upright standing position she would begin to hobble
towards the man before her, not even knowing now, how she already knew how to walk or do the things she knew now how to do that before were a mystery
to her. You mean it? She would reply, her silvery eyes narrowing in suspicion. Looking into her eyes the he would blush in embarrassment and anger at
his foolish decision to forsake his practice as a care taker for such rich snobs that could threaten his job with those darn adoptive records by going
through the state, or at least that is what he thought was going on, yet it would be only later that he would find out the horrid truth. Turning his
eyes away from her briefly as he turned around fully to look at her, for he had still had his back turned towards her and his head had been looking at
her from a side angle, he would reply. Of course I mean it. I care... and with those words he would grow quiet, a guilty subconscious was now
beginning to take form and weigh heavily upon the old mans mind... and heart as he spoke those very true words. For now they were bound by the threads
of a horrid fate. Her fate...