Well...

The sun is already up in the sky when you open your eyes. You need a moment to wake up, then remember the mummy monster girl and how she- You get up and look around in panic, then realize a few things at the same time. First, you got up and can move just fine. Second, you are still in the desert and the rocks surrounding you are similar to the ones you rested at yesterday (yesterday?). Third, you are naked, barefooted and your skin feels sticky. Fourth, the mummy monster girl is sitting next to you, your smelly boots next to her, looking anxious and confused.

And lastly, the smell has gotten stronger than before, musky body odour, cheesy feet, salty sweat, and something sticky and creamy on your tongue. It is surprising you were able to sleep under such an **** of odours. But, despite all that, you still feel not that different from before. Thirsty, sticky, and undeniably smelly. But not more than you expected after spending at least an entire night wrapped in mummy bandages.

“What happ- “You try to speak, but your throat is so dry you need to drink some water first. Luckily, your water bag is still full, so you greedily gulp down the cool liquid and wash away the salty taste. You then try again: “What happened? You, mummy. What day is it? And did the- whatever thing work? Am I a monster now?”

You can tell from the way the mummy shifts around and wipes her head with a yellowish bandage that the whole thing did not go as planned. She takes a deep breath and smiles slightly from the smell, then looks at you and says: “Well, mistress… you did become smellier…” You already do not like where this is going. “A lot smellier, you smell fantastic now, mistress, but… the transformation did not work.”

Great. You could tell yourself, it felt like nothing changed except you getting a bit smellier, but to hear it from the mummy, the one who insisted on doing this, who wrapped your body up in her age-old, stained and sticky bandages, then had you drink her sweat and eat her disgustingly thick, creamy, aromatic toejam - You had to sit through this for hours and it turns out it was all for nothing. For some reason, the realisation makes you annoyed. First annoyed, then angry.

“So, you are saying I had to sit through this whole ordeal for nothing?” Your voice starts normal but gets louder as you continue speaking. “I had to get wrapped with your filthy, disgusting bandages, had to drink your obnoxious sweat, smell your sickening stench for an entire night for nothing? I had to touch your filth all over me, my boobs, my hair, had your shit-stains touch my butt and your piss stain my pussy, had to sit through your vile stink for hours only for nothing to happen at all!?”

Normally you are not a short-tempered person, nor do you swear a lot, but right now, it feels right to just let it out. For some reason, seeing the mummy sit in front of you, the sickening bandages, the shiny brown skin on her otherwise quite pretty face, the wet strands of lime green hair falling over her eyes as she looks up at you make you angry. Not just angry. Furious. They make you want to lash out. Not what you would normally do, which makes it feel all the better.

“Were you not the one who insisted on doing this? Was it not you ragdoll who said wrapping me up in your filthy things would make me a monster girl? Look at me!” You all but scream at her now, even bringing your face closer to her so that she cannot break eye contact, which she does not even attempt once. “Is there anything but straw and rags inside that big head of yours? You stupid fish-head, you must have rotted away your mind with your stink-fumes or lost it in the sand or something! All your stupidity did was make me smelly and my skin all sticky!”

You get up and walk up and down in front of her, which makes you sweat from the warm desert sun. “Not that I mind being all sticky and sweaty like this, it feels quite nice, and I could also get used to the smell”, you admit, then continue to berate her. “If only the entire thing wasn’t so utterly useless! It barely did anything and I had to touch your filth for an entire night! Do you have any idea how bad that is? Having to sleep while wrapped in your filthy rags? Your sweat-stains touching my skin? Your half-rotten feet in my mouth? I’d rather suck on a week-old carcass than get your disgusting feet anywhere near me! They are disgusting, do you hear me! And you are, too! You are so useless, you disgust me! You are dumb as a rock, ugly as a fish and useless as a three-legged dog, you hear me!”

That was too much. You immediately stop and cover your mouth in shock. No matter how good it felt to lash out at the mummy, the last one was too much, the whole thing going too far all of a sudden. Such an outburst is normally not your way of criticising someone, you prefer the moderate way, but you just could not stop yourself. You can tell from her reaction that the last sentence hurt her deeply from the way she sits up, so you stammer: “I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean to- “

But then the mummy falls back, tilts her head to the side, looks away from you and moans?