Stuck

Molly and I were looking for our snacks and as usual it was taking some time. When we finally decided, we came back to the front of the store. The clerk was acting strange behind his counter, restless and tensed. It seemed strange until we came closer, and I could hear a slurping sound from under the counter. We put our bags in front of him and I could see from time to time purple and pink hairs moving just under his belt. Molly was looking around her while I was trying to keep a straight face in front of the ridicule of the situation.

We paid for the food, while he was having a hard time trying to keep a straight face. But as we tried to leave, we saw through the window of the front door two soldiers come and put a lock on the handles.

"Hey ! What's going on ??" I yelled to the guys.

But the two soldiers took their **** rifle and aimed at us. "Don't come any closer ! Stay where you are !" They shouted through the door.

It was terrifying, especially when two men in hazmat suits came and put a sheet of plastic on the door.

"What's happening ? Is there a deadly virus in here ? Shit !" Molly commented in a shacking voice.

"I... I don't know..." I answered, my eyes locked on our view blocked by the taped plastic sheet.

But then, we heard cracking sounds behind us, like electric shocks resonating in a tin can. When we looked behind us, the cashier wasn't there anymore. Instead, an Asian woman was standing there, head shaved with just a thick eyeliner around her eyes, and in a fishnet bikini and choker.

She looked confused before looking at herself in shock.

"Oh, shit... I'm thin, and a fucking woman !" She said, cupping her small tits.

From behind the counter, the purple and pink girl stood up, wiping her lips with the back of her lips. "Mmmh, too bad, no cock now." She said in a broken English with a thick Japanese accent.

Molly and I looked at each others, confused. Questioning each other and ourselves on what we just saw. I then looked back at the shaved girl.

"Are... uh... Are you the cashier from before ??" I asked.

She looked back at me with a look I couldn't define, probably due to all the feelings she had at the moment.

"I am... I was... Now, I'm Suki, a professional stripper. I remember both life, it's fucking conflicting... I... I was a man... why don't I fuck out about this ? Gosh, I'm so fucking horny..." She said looking away.

Focused on... Suki apparently, I didn't notice purple girl walking around us. She jumped on me and tried to open my pants, I pushed her away, but she was like possessed.

"You cock, me feel you good !" She shouted.

"Get away, goddammit !" I yelled at her.

"Leave him alone, you skank !" Molly helped get her out of me.

Suki came to help too, and after a mess of a fight, purple girl was attached to a chair in the back store. I looked at Suki with a judging look.

"Was it necessary the shibari knots ?"

"Fuck, sorry, this shit came naturally. I think it's from... I actually don't fucking know which one of me learned it." She explained.

I then looked back to purple girl, who was probably the one with the most answers.

"Who are you and what are you ?"

She looked at me angrily. "Me Pinku ! Me girl, bakka !"

"Yeah, I see that. I mean, how did you change Suki ?"

Her look changed to a questioning one. "Suki ? No hair man no cock now. No fun ! Me love cocks !"

There wasn't much we could get from her... I was about to ask her where she was coming from when I heard the same crackling sound behind me.

I turned around and saw what looked like a west Asian girl around five feet high, long dark brown hairs, purple shiny tube top over a flat chest, black micro skirt barely covering a black lace thong, white stockings, black platform high heels and several tattoos all over her body.

The girl looked down and said with prominent accent from around Vietnam or Thailand. "Oh, no. Me change ? Me sma't gal, light ?"

"Molly ?" I asked, walking toward her.

"Yes ! Moe-Li me name ! Me and yu besst f'iend ! We wa'ch movy holor movy !" She stated.

I cam closer, she was so small now, below my collar bone. "It's okay, you're Molly, you study in... uh... international trading, you lived... you lived in my building I think..."

Trying to remember everything about my friends was getting harder and harder. Other memories were starting to supplant them. In those memories, she was the hooker living downstairs with others from Thailand and always trying to get me to buy her services, I was calling her Molly because her actual name, Moe-Li, pronunciation was too difficult, ... But I also had conflicting memories, the original ones, like those where we were watching horror movies with me on Friday nights, or her showing her acceptance letter for college, ... But, in those memories, her appearance was hard to grasp.

I was walking closer when she made a move to stop me. "Come no close or yu sik !"

"I don't care you need to remember who you are, I need to !" I stated.

"No, it oke ! Me... Ai 'member, study t'ading and we go to skool together." She explained with a better English than just before, but still lacking.

"Still, why the fuck haven't you changed, yet ?" Suki said.

"No idea..." I admitted.

The whole situation didn't make any sense, we were put in some sort of quarantine, like we were infected by a virus, but this madness was not a virus, not a biological one. Even the changes were different, while keeping a theme. Everyone, except me, was now a slutty Asian girl. But Pinku seemed to be too dumb or horny or whatever, to seem to remember who she was. Suki kept vaguely her appearance, and I still kinda remembered her original look. While Moe-Li, I couldn't remember how she looked and had a hard time remembering her original life, and it seemed to be the same for her.