Chapters tagged spontaneous transformation

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Chapter 1

Outside the window the light is flat and grey, the kind of March morning that hasn't decided what it wants to do yet. I kick the sheets off. The air in the bedroom is cool but my thighs feel damp, sticky almost, the boxers bunching up between my legs like they're caught on someth...

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Chapter 2

The elevator opens and I step into the office. My shoes squeak against the linoleum, too loose, and my hips move with each step in a rhythm I'm not choosing. The receptionist gives me her usual nod. I beeline for my desk and drop into the chair harder than I meant to. The seam o...

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Chapter 2

I wake to the same unfamiliar dampness, the boxers riding up. Emily's side of the bed is empty. I ball the boxers in my fist and drop them in the hamper. Stand there a moment. Then go to the bathroom. I flip the toilet seat up by reflex. Stand there looking at it. The medicine...

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Chapter 3

The gym's fluorescent lights are unforgiving. I take a stall to change, shucking my jeans. My usual workout shorts go on and I understand the problem immediately: the fabric pulls tight across a rear that's rounder and fuller than two days ago, the seat straining in a way that ha...

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Chapter 4

I wake before the alarm. The room is grey. I lie there taking stock - the burn is still there, but noticeably less. The itch is mostly gone. But there's something in the boxer briefs again, the same thick dampness against the labia as when I woke in the night. I get up carefully...

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Chapter 5

The locker room routine is practiced now. End stall, bag on the hook, change in under two minutes. Mark is already on the floor, because Mark is always already on the floor - changed in thirty seconds in the open bay, the way he always does, because Mark has never had a reason to...

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Chapter 6

I wake to the ache still there, low in the back, radiating forward. Emily's side of the bed is empty and cool - she's been getting up before me lately. I lie there for a moment with my hand on my lower abdomen before I've decided to be awake. Then the intestines register - a liq...

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Chapter 7

Every bump on the drive home lands in the same location. I park in the driveway and sit there for a moment with my hands on the wheel, the cramping still there. The kitchen light is on when I come through the door. Emily is at the counter, laptop open, case files spread out, rea...