Goldeneye

You are heading home from school, cutting across old man Peterson's fields as you always do when you look up in time to see the glowing meteorite plummet towards you. Then darkness swallows you.

You wake in a seemingly strange room, but your wits soon recover and realize that you're in a hospital and fumble for the nurses call button.

The nurse who answers your call is Cyndi, or so the ID badge over her 36CC breasts reads. "Oh my goodness you're awake!"

"How long?" You ask, your voice sounding strangely smooth and melodic.

"You've been here for 8 months since the accident." Cyndi says softly. You notice that she has become much more relaxed for some reason.

"What happened to me?"

Cyndi sighs as her arms fall loosely at her sides. "We're not quite sure. Your tests are coming back with strange results, no trace of the meteorite that hit you was found, and your eyes changed."

"Changed how? And why are you acting like this?"

"Your voice is so relaxing. I want to do whatever you say."

"Get me a mirror." You command. Like a puppet, Cyndi produces a mirror and holds it before you. Much to your surprise your eyes, which were once emerald green are now a brilliant gold. "What happened to me?"

Although the question was for yourself, Cyndi answers for you. "The doctors theorize that whatever hit you was absorbed into your body. They think the radiation may have changed you into something more than human."

You raise your head and ask, "Cyndi, are my eyes really gold?"

As Cyndi looks into your eyes to answer your question you notice her body start to slump, her breathing slow further, and her eyes glaze over. "Yessss... they... arrrrre."

Factoring in the slow slurred speech you realize Cyndi is in a hypnotic trance. A glance out the window shows to be late at night.