This choice: Celina, literature teacher. • Go Back...Chapter #6Aspiring author. by: Unknown Celina Miller groaned as she got out of bed. Goddamn Mondays. Everyone hated them, but as a teacher, she hated them a particularly specific kind of way. It meant that she has to deal with a bunch of tired and irritated teenagers, who already have difficulty paying attention when they are not on their first day after summer-vacation. She gets up, and walks to her bathroom as she brushes her teeth. She was putting on her sweatpants and Smiling Friends shirt, as she heard her doorbell. She groans as she puts on her glasses and walks to the door.
"I'm sorry, can you come ba..." Huh, no one. Except for a package on her porch. Weird, she doesn't remember ordering anything. Maybe someone in her block was pulling a trick on her. Her home was particularly empty and small so, it wasn't like she was spending any money hand over fist anyway. She picks it up and reads the paper that is written on the side of it.
To the one who will find this.
Here's a present, just for you.
Coming right from the abyss.
May all your wishes come true.
She rolls her eyes as she looks at it. "Pretty basic rhyme." She thinks to herself, as she takes it inside. Maybe one of her students was trying to mess with her. She has been called pretentious and yawn-inducing before, and she really hopes that if she opens this package she isn't met with a hump of dog-shit.
She opens it and is met with a... She has no idea what it is until she looked it up. A Dictaphone? Why the hell would someone send her a Dictaphone? Maybe it is a joke after all. She was also considered old-fashioned after all, even if she was barely 25. She just looks at it, and chuckles. I mean, if it came to jokes this was definitely one of the more mild ones. She even has little toy with her now. She still doesn't know what the rhyme is meant to be about however.
She picks it up and just turns it on. Oh, cool, it has batteries in it. She then thinks of something she can make a little joke off herself. Perhaps if the culprit comes clean she can give him a little story to listen to. So she begins recording.
"And so the day has begun, as the young woman known as Celina receives a mysterious package, with a great gift inside. Alas, the sender had not known that it was actually filled with gold!" She says, as she stops recording. She just chuckles, feeling a little bit more energized by having a bit of fun. That was until she heard the sound of metal clacking together on the table.
As she turns her head she would see the package and... It is filled with gold. A little mountain of it inside of the package. As she looks at it she would see a piece of gold fall out and roll onto the ground, hitting her floor. She rubs her eyes just to make sure she is seeing right. Jep, still there. She then walks over and puts her free hand in the box. Jep, it is not a hallucination. Then she picks up the coin, holds it to her face, and puts it between her teeth. She bites down and... Jep, that is real metal. She drops it afterwards, even more shocked after the revelation.
"No... No it can't... That's not possible..." She says as she looks at the Dictaphone in her hand, and assess what just happened. Again, in her mind she does not believe that this is possible, but again, it having just happened means there must be a chance. Some chance. A chance worth taking. She turns it on again. "This table is made of marble." She says, and poof. She looks at her table as it shines in the morning sun, the patterns on the white smooth stone gracing her eyes. She looks at it, and touches it. It was as cold as any other stone. She did not feel like biting this one. She looked at the Dictaphone again.
Her mind was still filled with thoughts, and then she came with a thought that was particularly dangerous. Well, compared to what she thinks is dangerous. but, she couldn't help herself. If this thing can actually do what she thinks it does, nothing should be going wrong in this moment. "I am well-rested." She says. And poof, she feels fully energized. The grogginess in her fades away as she flutters her eyes, as it does not feel puffy anymore. And what feels weirder is that there are now memories, in the same place. She remembers waking up feeling like she only slept for 5 minutes, and now also remembers her waking up perfectly fresh and clean. She almost drops the device. She was just... Thinking. And her thoughts turned rather wild for a moment, if just for a moment. She looked down at herself, and turns on the device, because she wanted to test something else.
"I will get a body I always wanted." She says. And suddenly she felt her skin start to stretch, as her eyes were starting to nearly roll back in her head. This feeling was one of the most intense things she has ever felt. She could feel her skin stretching, as every muscle and nerve involved was being stimulated in that very moment. Her body was becoming more curvaceous. As she feels down her body she can sense some bumps appearing on her chest, her breasts stretching out into her shirt as the fabric was struggling against it, as she went down she felt her waist slowly start to narrow, while she felt her tummy shed excess weight and form a base of abs. As she does her hands travel even more down, her thighs growing and becoming rounder and thicker, while her back was filling out.
After everything, she puts her glasses on again, and looks into the mirror. She, loved that new look. She looked like one of those girls in a Gacha game, her face having improved as it looks a lot more cuter and beautiful. She giggled as she jumped a little in joy. She looked at her shirt, and what she also picked up that now, there were no interluding memories. There was no memory of having grown into this shape before, nor any mention anyone has ever brought it up before.
As she feels herself up a little more, she can't help but touch her lips, thinking of the implications of this device. She smiled, and put it in her bag. She took off her stretching shirt, and put on a large sweater instead, the bumps on her chest still creating a tent-like shape. It was time she set out for the day.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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