Sharon...tried to organize her thoughts...as everything started to twist and melt about her. The magic...something to do with...Hell..Belle...or something?
Was it a wand? A magic stone? Everything seemed to revolve around some...kind of enchanted object, or perhaps a potion...it was so confusing...almost as if her life...and the lives of everyone she knew on a daily basis...hade been the product of two-dozen or so people, tinkering and messing with her life...
...with...everything...
Sharon...Susan woke slowly...like everything she seemed to do these days...slowly shifting her body and feeling...that things had gone wrong again. She was uncovered, and looking to the left - where her closet should have been...showed her a mirror instead. The reflected image was female...very female...but was far darker and larger than it had been. A black woman...with hair that had once been bleached blond, but had long since been allowed to grow out. Dirty blond, fading to black dreads seemed to form a ragged halo about her head. That wasn't right, but it also didn't bother her.
Another thing that didn't bother her, was her size. The black woman in the mirror was of a size she usually associated with tabloid-fodder shut-in's and lazy slobs. She didn't...feel very different, but she also didn't feel like herself. She felt...
*BEEP*
"Uh..." she groaned, rocking her body till she was in a sitting position. She looked up into the mirror, and saw the huge woman reflected back at her. An enormous woman, massive of belly, wide of hip and thick of thigh, with great, swollen breasts that hung down on either of her belly. Her body was gross...but she felt more normal than she had a few minutes ago. She looked again at her heavy features - thick lips, wide nose, swollen cheeks and thick chins - and realized she was losing her...um...
*BEEP*
"I'm commin', dammit!" she shouted, suddenly recognizing the sound of her apartments doorbell. How she KNEW that was still foggy, but...
*BEEP-BEEP-BEEP*
"Dammit, hold your horses!" she bellowed, picking a huge t-shirt up off the bed. It was old and faded, with a yellow sign over her belly that said "Baby On Board".
"Fuck, am I pregnant?" she muttered, waddling out of the sparsely decorated room and into an equally sparsely decorated living room. She saw a cramped kitchenette and breakfast nook to one side, and behind her the door to a bathroom. Susan...wait, her name was...well, Susan was all that came to mind right now. Probably was her name, anyway...yes, Susan. Her name was Susan. Good ol' Susan. Suzie to her friends...
She shook her head, feeling the cobwebs thicken and clot. It was getting hard to...remember that some magic or something...was...um...
A sudden fury of knocks and BEEP's drew her attention, and she yelled "YEAH! I'm commin', you son-of-a-bitch!" as she waddled forward, one hand resting on her hip and the other on swinging to aid her movement. It was so hard being this big, but it was worse being pregnant! How far along was she? Almost 9 months, she assumed.
She leaned forward and peeked through the eyehole, seeing someone that she sort of recognized...but not quite. It was someone...
"Uh, is tha' you Jim?" she asked, more on instinct than anything else. She didn't actually remember WHO Jim was...was he the father of her babies? Was he the guy from her dream? And...what...what had happened?
The person outside was Jim...
The person outside was Jim, but he'd undergone some sort of change...
The person outside was Jim, but clearly didn't recognize her.
The person outside LOOKED like Jim, but..."Hey, Suzie! Uh...this is going to sound odd as heck, but...I had the strangest dream..."
It didn't matter who the person outside was, Suzie wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
Something Else
Tue Feb 03 19:35:26 2009