Exhausted after playing around with my shiny new ability, I looked at the digital clock on the faraway wall.
06:00 PM.
Wow. Time flew by fast.
I had spent the entire afternoon in the gym. And, admittedly, I had gotten a little carried away.
At some point, I had spent nearly thirty minutes trying to figure out if I could grow a third arm.
I could. It was just incredibly fucking uncomfortable. And I'm not talking only physically.
The thing is that every time I mold my flesh into another shape, I feel a sharp sting emanating from someplace deeper than my bones.
And the more I strayed from the natural shape of my body, the worse that sting became.
A third arm was manageable. Tentacles, sure. A second head… I didn't even try.
Because aside from fearing the pain, as I said, I had no intentions of becoming brain-dead.
So I decided it was finally time to stop playing around. But before that… I tried shapeshifting. I had to! Because why not?
