Momma Miriam

"What is that ipish stink?" Miriam called from behind the door. Sara's eyes snapped open from a dreamless sleep, still coated in the dried spunk from earlier this morning. Half hanging off of her bed, and naked as the day she was born, Sara looked down at her body as she tried to adjust to consciousness, and saw that the changes she'd made last night were still there. Her body was still thin, long, hairless, her spare tire gone, and the crowning joy, her small little flaccid uncut member existed definitely. It wasn't until Sara heard her door knob turning that she snapped back to what was happening.

Sara looked around for her phone and found it in the mess. No time to cover her changes. Sliding further off the bed, Sara reached out to grab it. As she strained to reach it, Sara watched in horror as the door opened, and Miriam looked into the room, eyes narrow with maternal frustration. "Look at this hegdesch, Sara when are you going to stop being such a slob?" Her hand on the phone, Sara scrambled to unlock it before Miriam saw too much.

"Sara, what is on your lap--" The pause button was finally hit with a loud beep. The world was on pause. Good to see that the app was working right. Time paused has a silence to it that Sara didn't expect. Not only the birds outside, or the tv from another room, but the whine of the electricity in the wires was oddly absent. Looking down at her phone, Sara cursed. Five percent. Whatever she was going to do, she should decide what to do quickly, as she was worried about what would happen when the battery died.