Head on

It was a foggy gray hole as you peered into the opening to her suit's headpiece - just like the legs had been. At the edges, you had Laura's hands holding it open like a massive void waiting to consume you. It appeared much wider than her neck, and the murky interior seemed to be infinitely deep about to swallow you whole. You closed your eyes at the thought of what may happen, all the consequences, all the possibilities, all the new sensations.

Teasing your tummy and new breasts with its soft strands, her hair drooped down your front seeming to move on its own. Once it stopped, everything felt strange for a few seconds. Your tongue felt coated by a slippery glove, and your teeth bit into a gummy candy that melted down your throat. You were scared to open your eyes, but when you felt something close around your throat and something tickling your back, they popped open.

Before you could focus, there was a warmth at the top of your spine and everything felt normal - no suit over your body, head or hair. It was just the air on your skin - your new, real skin. Laura's skin. Then it struck you hard and fast - a headache like none you've ever experienced. Something inside your head was swelling and heating up. Your hands immediately went to the sides of you head to hold your skull against the pain. Your fingers became enmeshed in long hair, and you tried to rationalize through the pain, but thoughts were useless. You sank to your knees, then to a fetal position until, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

You weren't sure how long you laid there curled up trying to calm the pounding in your chest, but you were getting cold and uncomfortable. The first thing you saw was your t-shirt on the floor before you, and you wondered how that came off. Reaching for it as you sat up, you remembered finding a strange looking pen in Lasse's clothes you put in then dryer. Then he freaked out, and you two started to struggle until - you ended up here on the floor, you guess.

With your shirt back on, you looked around for Lasse while combing back your hair with your fingers. "Lasse. Lasse?" No answer. I wonder where he went...