You lock the door behind you and walk up to your bedroom mirror. It's big enough to reflect your whole room, like the drawing desk you got from Mom, your bed on the left, and the TV from your older sister in your neat little gaming corner. It'd be a giant thrill to do what you're thinking about, but you have people you need to care for. Sandra's photo smiles from the corner of your desk.
You decide to test things out by erasing a finger from your bad hand. Just at the knuckle you do this, and sure enough it falls off. As you flex your hand to feel the new space, you see the finger flexing too! So without hesitation now, you put the eraser to your neck, rubbing it in one smooth line while you hold your hair. It's not steady work since your losing more and more stuff the more you go, but damn, this is awesome! And like that, you've got a semi-jagged line on your new neck stumps.
You tilt your head around admiring your work, left, right, upside down. You can't help but smile and gawk at it. You decide to even out the line, just to be sure. You turn yourself upside down again and plant your head between your thighs, evening out the flesh when another thought comes to you: Can I lick my own elbow? Of course!
The sensation is weird, but strangely awesome and you start holding it for maybe a little longer than you should. I can't believe I'm doing this... I can't believe I'm doing this! You really start smushing it in there, getting the most out of this freaky experiment when you realize things could get a whole lot freakier... in a lot of ways. You right your head again, looking from your crotch to the mirror. You lick your lips at the possibilities.
Underneath your mattress are some magazines. Some of them because you like "references". Others because you like porn. Setting your head aside on the bed you get up and lift the mattress, accidentally sending your head rolling into the wall. Thunk! "Oww..," you whine to yourself. From your vantage you can spot some toys and junk from yesteryear, still under the bed. Stacks of gamer mags, stuffed animals, some lost pencils... and a spider. You initially freak out a little, fumbling around with your hands, when it hits you: spider body. And not just spider body... but pencil body! Animal body! The only other question is how you'd draw it, and how your body'd react. Then again... there's a lot of things you could do with your current body. Gosh, would Sandra be into it?
You have a cellphone in your pocket right now. Today was gonna be a small date, a little room for alone time set beforehand. You could call it off for now, have a little fun then clean up. In a sexual way too. It'd guarantee your power's secrecy. But calling her over early would definitely spice things up. Maybe in a sexual way!
You pile up your pillows and recline on your bed, laying your head on your stomach. Your weight's inhibiting your breath a little but there's a lot of things you can think of doing from on here. Is this how low my sight'd be? What does my bellybutton taste like? You pull out the phone, prop it just ahead of you and start texting.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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