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Chapter 3 by Jame Z Jame Z

Does Max buy the potion?

Yes

Screw it. Max thought, What’s the worse that could happen?

“Alright.” Max said, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a twenty, “I’ll take it.”

“Wonderful!” Vivi said, snatching the bill from his hand and pressing the potion into his palm, “I do hope it works out for you. But don’t forget, you’ve promised to come back after you use it!”

Vivi turned on her heel and went back into the store, signaling to Max that the transaction was completed.

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Max entered his quiet apartment. Normally his girlfriend would be home before him, she’d greet him with a hug and excitedly tell him about her day. He wasn’t sure if the memory should make him sad or angry.

Max ate a light dinner before getting ready for bed. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to sleep, as his head was still spinning from the events of the day. As Max was getting into bed his eyes laid on the mystery drink he’d bought at that odd shop, which was currently sitting on his nightstand.

“Fuck it. It’s not like I’ve got much to lose.” Max said, picking up the potion and gulping it down.

He’d expected, that if it was real, there’d be some immediate effect. But, Max didn’t feel anything right away. It was only after a few seconds that his eyelids started to feel heavy. He pull the covers over himself as, despite his stress and stream of bad thoughts, he found himself drifting off to sleep.

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Max woke up in the morning feeling surprisingly well rested. Even before everything that happened the day prior Max had never really slept well. He’d always woke up rather suddenly and taken a few minutes to wake up properly. This morning, however, Max woke up gently; light streaming in from the window above his bed, which felt unusually comfortable; so comfortable he didn’t want to get up at all.

Wait… That’s not right. Max thought, I don’t have a window above my bed.

Max looked around the room. It wasn’t his bedroom. It was a bit bigger than his room. A large closet with a sliding door sat on his left, a few feet from the bed, with a full length mirror sitting next to it. Closer to him, next to the bed, sat a small desk with a phone charging on it, right next to a wallet.

On Max’s left sat a night stand with a lamp on it. Against the left wall was, what Max guessed to be a vanity desk.

After looking around, Max took notice of the extra weight on his chest. He shook a bit, hoping to knock whatever it was off. However, the weight seemed to only readjust on his chest. While wondering if he was lying under a weighted blanket, Max took notice of the strange warmth between his legs. His hand wandered down, and when it reached the space between his legs…

“Ah! It’s gone!” Max exclaimed, his voice a lot higher pitched than it should have been, “What? No!”

Max quickly sat up, the weight on his chest followed him. He got up from the bed, planning to make his way to the mirror by the closet. His first few steps were shaky, it almost felt like his center of gravity had changed.

When Max reached the more what he saw nearly made him faint, his worse fear confirmed.

What did Max see in the mirror?

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