Samus yawned and turned over in the bed, still feeling tired from the sudden drowsiness she had felt before collapsing on this bed. Surely the swim wasn't that taxing on her, was it? Still, she didn't seem to be getting more tired, and she opened her eyes, blinking a couple of times to confirm that the haze of the room wasn't just her own blurry vision.
Judging by the atmosphere of the room there was some sort of gas or chemical that had rendered her unconscious, but for some reason it didn't seem to be affecting her anymore. Whatever it was, she knew that as comfortable as the strange bed was, she should leave before anything happened to her again. She was already half-naked thanks to her swim, and she wasn't sure if being stuck in her younger body made her partial-nudity more or less embarrassing. She didn't have much to show off now, at least.
She went to brush her hair out of her eyes, which had kept its length despite her regression and the band tying it back in a ponytail had dissolved in the pool, and her hand across her forehead felt strangely hard. She looked at her uncovered right hand, and for some reason it had an unnatural sheen to it, and looked shiny and almost... plastic? She looked down at the uncovered majority of her body, and saw that it had the same quality to it as well, making her extremely uncomfortable and a bad feeling to well up inside her.
She stepped off the bed, one dissolved shoe hitting the metal floor and clicking softly, and her uncovered foot making a click as well, her foot not being almost silent and more uncomfortably not giving in as her normal skin and muscle should. She placed a hand against her abdomen, feeling only a rigid plastic that somehow flexed without losing its solid, hard exterior.
Her hands searched her entire uncovered body, finding everything the same plastic, Samus watching her fingers move with the same flexibility and agility, even if as she curled her hand into a fist, she was unable to compress it as tightly as she normally could before. Even her lips felt strange, as they were simultaneously soft and felt natural from where she felt them on her face, but when she touched them with her hands they were as hard as the rest of her. She didn't even know what her tongue was made of, since when she tried she could still talk. How was she still naturally soft enough to move normally, but still so hard upon touch?
She wished she had a mirror to examine herself in, to see just how visibly different she looked, like a human doll made entirely from plastic and apparently still normal hair. The ship she was in wasn't a pirate craft she recognised, but it was giving her an even uneasier feeling as she had no idea just what it could do to her or what it had in it, with this seemingly innocuous room transforming her into a human made of plastic.
Another thing she was trying to deny feeling, attempting to pass it off to herself was worry and concern, was fear that in her ch1ld's body she couldn't suppress, and almost enough to make her show it on the outside. She still had enough self-control to stop herself, but only barely. She looked around the room, locating the door, and stepped through it, hoping she could find an answer to how this happened to her, or a way to change herself back to normal.
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