Tracy POV for more body and mind alteration

As you hung up the phone, you felt a slight tingle run down your spine. You shivered and shook your shoulders, and then felt an odd feeling of waking up, which was strange as you'd been awake for hours. You'd gone to Tim's house, and then the hairdressers, and....oh god. The memories of what you'd done poured to the forefront of your mind. You ran to the mirror and your eyes widened:

"Oh my God, what have I done to myself?" You said, touching the short blond hair which had replaced your long, black locks.

"I look sexy," you frowned as the words left your lips.

"That's not what I meant to say, I meant to say that I look really sexy" You clap your hands over your mouth. What was going on...

"I. Look. Ssss. I. Look. Like. Tim's mother.the bombshell" you struggled to say the first words but the last came blurting out, unbidden.

"I really need to get a tattoo," the thought entered your head and as it did, you felt a strong desire you'd never felt before.

You hated tattoos, thought they looked crude and ruined people's skin. But now, deep inside your core, you heard a voice yelling "get one, get one!" The impulse was so powerful, you had to grasp a hold of the mirror's edge to stop yourself from falling over. The new desire pushed away all your worry over what had happened to your hair, and you rocked back and forth slightly as years of treating your body as a pristine temple came crashing against these new alien thoughts of reveling in the corruption of said temple.

You half wondered if you were going through a very, no, an extremely sudden rebellious phase, and if it might lead you to becoming a delinquent, which seemed to please this new voice in your head which moaned with pleasure as you had the thought, then it said "Yes, let's become a delinquent! Let's go!"

Then an odd thing happened. It was as if the world became slightly muted. Your vision became slightly blurry, fuzzy and unfocused. You felt kind of tired. You tried to rub your eyes, but your arms responded slowly.

"I wonder what kind of tattoo I should get today?" You said, though you thought the words didn't seem quite right, You shook your head and laughed and then walked into the kitchen. On the kitchen table, you saw your mother's bag, and you grinned.

"Well, no point using *my* money to fund this little spree," you smirked as you checked the coast was clear, then reached into your mother's bag and pulled out her purse. You took out all the bank notes and stuffed them into your pocket and then, as you were putting the purse back into the bag, you spotted your mother's cigarettes lying inside. You'd always hated the smell of cigarettes, and had begged your mother to stop smoking on several occasions.

"I guess this pack will do until I can get to the shops to buy my own," you said with a grin as you put the cigarette pack into your jacket pocket, along with the lighter. Then, you zipped your jacket shut and sauntered out of the house.