A Guiding Touch

It had taken you many years of research and experimentation, but at long last you had it. Sitting there, in the dingy light of your run down apartment, was the vial of fluid that would change your whole life, change the whole world. A mixture of different plant pheromones, chemical additives, and radioactive materials, the concoction should, if your calculations were correct, modify your body chemistry at the molecular level. There would be lots of little benefits, immunity to most diseases, increased muscle tone, but the main feature was the changes it would make to some of the sweat glands down in your fingers. You would be able to, on command, excrete a chemical mixture, capable of soaking through another person's skin and rewriting their brain chemistry, molding their personalities and memories to your liking. It was the culmination of years of your life, and it was sitting there in front of you. All you had to do was drink it. And hope it worked. You took a deep breath, and turned the vial up.

The next several hours were excruciating. It felt like your organs were on fire, your bones were being shattered, and your skin was being peeled off. You were sure that you were going to die, you only wished that it would happen sooner, happy to welcome **** if it meant an end to this pain. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pain slowly began to subside. You gingerly picked yourself up out of the floor, and limped into the bathroom. Leaned up against the sink, you looked up at the mirror and studied your body carefully. While subtle, you immediately noticed the changes you were hoping to see. Fat around your gut and face had seemingly melted away, and the muscles in your arms and chest were more defined. The serum had worked, at least partly. To test all of its features, you would need to find a test subject. You took a shower and got dressed quickly, your next step was to decide where to go...