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Chapter 8 by hyperlax700 hyperlax700

What to do?

Forget

The hours ticked by as I just lay there. What was I going to do? I was not about to take a pill and become his wife. Occasionally Charlie came by to check on me. I ignored him as best I could. If I just waited until I transformed back, maybe I could get out of the restraints, and somehow make a run for it.

I lay there waiting, then I felt it. My chest shrinking, my hair receding. I tugged against the restraints, but to my total dismay, they were ever tighter now. Possibly cutting circulation to my hands. Charlie must have heard me because he strolled in. "Well look at you. This is gonna be the last time you look like this," he smiled menacingly.

"Have you made a choice?" "FUCK YOU CHARLIE!" I screamed. "So my choice then?", he said. "Fine by me." He picked up the pill and made his way toward me. "NO!, The Forget! the Forget!" I screamed. He stopped. "You sure about that?" he asked. I nodded. There was no way I was getting out of this, and if this was happening, I did not want to remember.

"Alright, suit yourself," he said. He got the pill and walked over. When the change happens you'll pass out. Once you wake up you will remember nothing about your past self. For the first 12 hours, your brain will be extremely susceptible to anything I tell it, making memories to fill the gaps. He put the pill in my mouth. A few seconds passed and I felt the room get fuzzy. The change was happening.

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