Interruption

Romance blossoms between the two of you through passionate kisses in the warmth of your home and her embrace as the rain pours outside.

The phone in your pocket interrupts the moment. Bianca, or now known as Chantal, rises from your side. You follow suit, standing from the sofa. Wiping your face with a sleeve, you pull out the phone to identify the caller.

Numbers without corresponding names... it must be Paul.

"...Paul?" You answer the call and activate the speakerphone, with Chantal seated beside you. After cleaning the glass in the kitchen, the two mannequins join you to listen.

"Yes, it's me. I presume you're adept with your tools, right?" the voice on the other end inquires. You glance at Chantal and then the mannequins, who attentively listen.

“Yes, I'm proficient. What do you need?” You question him calmly, slightly irritated that he has interrupted your intimate moment.

“I've been getting unsettling information. People have been observing you, and it appears they intend to catch you," he warns. Despite his monotone voice attempting to desensitize the situation, you can sense his anxiety seeping through his words.

“Who is this person, Paul?” you ask him, curiosity piqued.

"His name is Ilorsef. His actual name is difficult to pronounce in human tongue, hence the adopted name. My concern is that Ilorsef is not an easy adversary. If he desires something, he'll obtain it by any means necessary. From what I've gathered, you've made a significant amount of skinsuits recently, correct?”

His question momentarily distracts you from the worrisome subject at hand.

Ilorsef ...

“Yes, I've created numerous skinsuits, some of which have transformed into… assistants, for surveillance purposes around the school. Lately, I've started to feel as if someone is covertly watching me. But I can't identify who…” You glance at your three companions before Paul continues.

"You're aware you're being watched?! How?” Paul interrogates.

"I can't exactly explain it, it's just a feeling. Like a cold ice cube being run down your back and neck.” You attempt to articulate your sense, causing a pause on the line.

“Possibly because you're accepting the abnormalities of your body, resulting in the development of sharper senses. That's a positive sign. However, I'm worried about Ilorsef. If what you're suggesting is accurate, then he's infiltrated the school and has initiated surveillance on you. This is not good," Paul confesses, increasing your worry.

"So, what do I do? I'm aware I'm being watched, but I don't know who it is. I'm akin to a blind rod, only useful for collecting information. Apart from that, I'm clueless." You express your concern, as Chantal gently strokes your back in reassurance. There's silence again on the line before a sigh is heard.

"sigh I don't want to risk anything...but it appears I have ****... I'll send an expert to see you tonight. They should be able to help you figure out how to deal with Ilorsef. They're capable, trust me," he assures before you hear a flurry of background noise, stirring up doubts about who he'll send to assist.

"They?" You inquire, Chantal shakes her head in ignorance, as do the other two.

“I can't accurately describe their gender. They are sterile, thus lacking a specific gender. They can alternate between male and female, a characteristic some marine creatures possess. But that's biology for another time. You needn't worry. They will certainly help you. However, I can't confirm their appearance because they're quite hard to comprehend. That's all I can tell you," Paul adds, leaving you with further questions about the mysterious entity arriving at your place this evening.

"Why aren't you coming yourself, Paul? Why are you sending an alien to my house?” You ask, but Paul promptly responds.

“Listen, kid, if the target were an average person or a clone, I would have gladly intervened. But in this case, you're dealing with a formidable adversary. Someone who doesn't value methods and aims to manipulate you.

I refuse to let your grandfather's legacy fall into the hands of Ilorsef without assistance. The person I'm sending knows how to handle him and is skilled in disguise. Trust them." With that, Paul hangs up, leaving you in confusion and distress. The previously vibrant atmosphere in the room turns eerily silent until one of the mannequins, Bianca, initiates a new topic.

"So, in essence, we're getting help, right?" she asks, to which you nod, though with **** rather than approval.

"I'm uncertain, but the individual Paul is sending is evidently not human. We know nothing else but to wait.” You express your anxiety, and Chantal comforts you with a reassuring hand on your back.

"Don't worry, dear. We're here to help you," she says, her smile lending you a glimmer of hope.

"You're right, I'm not alone in this. I have three of the most reliable beings with me sigh” You sigh, trying to dispel your worries before Chantal envelops you in a comforting hug.

"That's right, love. We're all here to help you, no matter what." She whispers in your ear as the two mannequins, Bianca and Kaya, encircle you in a shared embrace, their smiles providing you a sense of comfort.

You wipe the tears from your eyes and rise, turning to acknowledge everyone around you.

“Uh, thank you for being willing to help me. You guys... you're making me feel better. I need some time alone though, I'm heading to my room. Uh...I want to take a shower."

You manage a smile, but it's a facade masking your fear and concern. The enigmatic alien who may experiment on you at school, the intimidating Ilorsef, and now a forthcoming friend who promises aid. Yet even then, two of them were created with a mere push of a button, programmed to obey your commands. You need solitude, space to breathe before the impending storm engulfs you. As you ascend the stairs to the second floor, Chantal watches your retreating back with worry. You remain anxious about the path Bianca chose - her transformation into Chantal for your sake, and you understand it's not right, even though it brings you joy. Happiness so distorted you either overlook or deliberately ignore it since you've created Kaya, or transformed her into a skinsuit on the day she agreed to assist you.

You can sense the anomaly, but... you feel normal, with no feeling but satisfaction from your actions - converting your friends into whatever you desire.

You're fearful now. It's a similar fear you felt when you saw Bianca's smile, in the form of Chantal. A smile of distorted happiness, like the one you once wore.

Discarding your clothes without a second thought, you stride into the familiar bathroom. The reflection in the mirror reveals your own body as you once knew it... but it seems unfamiliar. Your skin is pale as if deprived of sunlight. Your amber eyes appear slightly larger than normal. The memories crash into your consciousness, mixed with Kaya's feelings towards your body as if it were hers. It feels like she's

ChatGPT

gazing back at you through the mirror, her innocent, inquisitive eyes staring back at your own. Her fragmented memories mingle with your own thoughts, creating a bizarre cocktail of empathy and discomfort. The constant realization that her essence is a part of you, an undeniable proof of your bizarre actions. You run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes momentarily, trying to separate Kaya's perception from your own, attempting to keep your sanity intact.

You switch on the shower, the sudden rush of warm water against your skin bringing a momentary relief. As the water cascades down your body, your mind drifts back to the day you first discovered the skinsuit technology.

How did you end up here? Transmuting friends into beings that don't have any say in their existence, merely existing for your sake. This thought shakes you from your stupor, compelling you to question the morality of your actions.

As you stand beneath the pouring water, the sheer gravity of your actions seems overwhelming. But this time, there's no escaping it. Kaya's thoughts, her memories, her emotions; they're an intrinsic part of you now, a constant reminder of your actions. For the first time in a long while, you let yourself feel the weight of the guilt, the dread and the fear.

Gradually, your thoughts drift towards the impending visit from Paul's mysterious friend. What could they possibly look like? Will they be humanoid, or will they bear no resemblance to a human at all? Your thoughts are riddled with apprehension.

Emerging from the shower, you wrap yourself in a towel, staring at your own reflection. Your body, although seemingly unchanged, feels alien now. Kaya's lingering consciousness within you has left a lasting imprint, a stark reminder of your actions.

As you dress and prepare to face the mysterious visitor, your heart pounds with anxiety. It's the moment of reckoning, a time to face the consequences of your actions. You don't know what's coming, but you have Chantal, Bianca, and Kaya by your side. And even though you question the morality of their creation, you can't deny the comfort they bring you.

With a deep breath, you step out of the room, ready to face whatever is coming. As you descend the stairs, the sound of the doorbell pierces the silence. The moment has arrived sooner than you thought. The fear inside you intensifies, but you stride towards the door, willing yourself to be brave.

"I'm not alone," you murmur to yourself as your hand reaches out to open the door. And as you swing the door open, the first sight of the mysterious visitor leaves you in shock. A sense of dread fills your heart as you're **** to confront a reality you never thought you'd experience. The world, as you know it, is changing, and you're in the eye of the storm. You can't back down now. With a deep breath, you step forward to welcome the unknown.