You can hardly contain yourself as you make your way from registration to one of your afternoon classes, think of the possibilities! You could do anything you wanted, just by thinking about it! "Hmmm", you think to yourself, "Anything...".
Taking a detour from the main corridor, you turn down one of the side passageways towards the boy's toilets. Once inside, you head to one of the cubicles, sliding the latch across behind you, so as to lock yourself in. "Okay...", you wonder aloud, "This is just an experiment, yeah.". Closing your eyes, you recall a picture of Rachel as you'd seen her earlier in the lunch room, which was easier than you thought it would be. You also find yourself visualising an image of yourself as you'd seen in the mirror this morning. Concentrating harder, you get the two images to overlap in your mind.
A clenching sensation gripped you in the stomach, sucking you inwards. The sensation spread over the surface of your whole body, looking down at your arms at the end of your rolled up shirt sleeves, you could see the hairs sinking inwards but at the same time you could see your nails growing outwards from the ends of your fingers which looked smaller. The hair was disappearing in a sort of wave from your wrists up your arms, when the wave went under your shirt you could still feel it rippling under your shirt. The sucking sensation in your stomach grew stronger, so much so that it felt like you whole body was being sucked downwards towards it, getting smaller. However, you could also feel that something was being sucked upwards. From your crotch, you could feel something being pulled upwards. When it met the feeling in the pit of your stomach, it split in two and carried on upwards for a short while before stopping. During this time, your hair had also felt like it was being sucked downwards and as you were looking at your arms again, a tuft of hair fell over your eyes, causing you to reach up and brush it behind your ears. While looking at your arms, you became aware that your rolled up cuffs had melted into the arms of the shirt and were extending of their own accord towards your hands. When it reached the end, the loose cuffs secured themselves with a white button. A sudden chill hit your legs and you looked down to see that they were now semi-transparent, still black, but now clinging to your legs tightly. The sucking feeling in your gut had now reversed and was sucking outwards, like how it feels if you put your hand over a hoover. The feeling had split in two, one moving up and one moving down. The first stopped when it reached your waist and grew more powerful, sucking your hips out and dragging your skin and what was the top of your trousers with it creating a thick black band of material. The feeling faded, and the material, no longer being held up, tumbled down and out, forming a pencil dress. The other of the feelings which moved upwards reached a standstill when it got to your chest, and like the other one before it, the sensation grew stronger. You could feel your chest being pulled outwards, in two places at once. Looking down, holding your hair out of your eyes, you could see two peaks forming, as they were pushing outwards, you felt your shirt cling to them although it still looked quite loose from the top. The sucking sensation stopped completely and the two peaks moved up and out slightly as you felt a secure constriction bind around the top half of your body.
You could no longer feel anything happening but couldn't really see what had happened. Undoing the latch on the cubicle, you poke your head round the door, before retreating back inside, it was clear. A quick look at your watch told you that you had only been in the cubicle for a little under a minute. Picking up the courage, you open the cubicle door wide and stride out into the main part of the toilets, almost falling over as your shoes had also changed to give you raised heels. Hardly believing your now green eyes, you come face to face with an image of Rachel in the mirror. After poking your cheek a little to make sure it was you, you return to the cubicle. An idea hit you and you slowly undo the top buttons on the shirt. 'Hey!' ,you hear, which almost sends you through the roof. The voice is also accompanied by a feeling of mild annoyance and worry. 'Adam, I don't know what you're doing but I'm feeling really bad vibes here so stop it now, you're putting me off my maths test!' , feeling Rachel's essence within your body mixed with a little bit of your own guilt, you send back a 'Sorry!' and pause for a moment coming to a realisation. After the events earlier today, Rachel was essentially a part of you, she could feel you and you could feel her presense constantly, probably thanks in part to what the box had called the 'psychic link'. Can you continue? With Rachel's body at least?
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