Maria was getting ****. She was holding down two jobs, both almost full time, and she was still barely making rent and utilities. There were months she was finding herself having trouble feeding her son, never mind herself. Appealing to the state hadn't worked, prayer hadn't worked, there had to be SOMEthing that would work... she wasn't quite to the point of selling herself on the street, but she was close, and she'd already been threatened with losing her only child to the state...
I'll do ANYTHING! she thought to herself.
Do you really mean that? a deep voice echoed through her head.
Maria stopped and looked around. She shook her head and unlocked the door to her squalid apartment. Almost in tears, she whispered, yes...
As the door fell closed behind her, she gasped and fell to her knees. Shuddering convulsively, she could only think that her son might be better off without her.
A Few Hours Later
Maria came to, slowly realizing that she was now nude, lying in the middle of the floor. She looked around and saw the scattered bits of her clothing strewn about. Suddenly terrified that she'd been assaulted, but there was no evidence of struggle, otherwise.
"What the hell is going on?" At least, that was what she TRIED to say, but all that came out of her mouth was a nervous mooing of a frightened cow. She looked down at herself in consternation. She still LOOKED like she used to... her breasts felt heavier, though, like they did when she was pregnant with her son.
She stood slowly as though her center of balance had shifted so far as to keep her on the floor and scrambled into the bathroom to look in the mirror.
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