Slimy Behavior

"Sleeping with a woman only to dump her in the morning is so slimy, James. I'm going to make sure that everyone knows just how slimy you really are."

James frowned. He thought he acted pretty respectfully, letting Rebecca down gently and not ghosting her. He wasn't slimy. There was no real reason for her to dump slime on him, or whatever petty **** she had planned.

James had put down his phone and stood up to get a drink when he noticed something different about his body. First and foremost, while he was certain he just stood up, he didn't feel any legs. He looked down at himself to see what was wrong, and was shocked. He was a slime person! He had one column of slime that comprised his former legs and torso, with arms and his head sprouting from that. How was this possible?

James grabbed his phone again, only to feel the strange sensation of the phone slowly passing through his hand. He wasn't fully solid! He tried typing on his phone, but between the submerged parts and the way his fingers squished, he couldn't get anything legible.

As if responding to his thoughts, James phone buzzed with a new message.

"I hope you like living life as a slime. Don't dilute yourself too much, and enjoy your new dietary needs."