Chapter Fourteen: Transformation

I haven't abandoned you! I promise! Although its been over two years since the last time I updated, I am back with a new chapter for this story and one for Double Vision. So if any of my former readers are still out there I still wuv you all and I'll try not to disappear on you like that again!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The high-pitched scream echoed around the entire fifth cellar, brining Tiffani and Erik charging into the bathroom in the nightclothes.

"Sarah, what happened… who are you?" Erik's concerned tone turned to a growl.

"I-I… my… my face…" Her voice rose to a squeak as she ran her trembling hands over her features. "M-my… oh my god. I'm… I've become…"

"Christine! What have you done with my friend?" Tiff exclaimed, clenching her fists.

The young woman looked into the mirror even closer, and suddenly shrieked again, causing the other two to jump.

"Oh my god, my boobs are gone!"

She poked at her nonexistent breasts with a look of absolute horror as Erik flushed and averted his eyes, mumbling something incoherent. Tiff pounced on her, strangling the girl and raving about her being an imposter.

"No, stop! I'm Sarah!" The Christine-look-a-like cried out.

"Prove it!"

"You… you're obsessed with cheese and you have a pink lighter named Delilah!"

Tiff's eyes widened and she let go of Sarah's throat. "What the hell did you do to look like… this?"

"I don't know!" Suddenly Sarah broke down into very Christine-like tears.

"Christine? As in the Christine you two speak so loathingly of? The Christine I fall in love with in the stories you've told me? The Christine who I lose to… Raoul?" He cast a glare of suspicion at Sarah, probably recalling the masquerade.

"One and the same." Tiff responded.

"What did I do to deserve… this?" Erik lamented.

All of them fell silent except for Sarah's sniffles, trying to think. Or rather, Tiff and Sarah tried to think, while Erik stated at the teen in disbelief.

"What did you eat?" Tiff asked in a failed attempt to be helpful.

Sarah/Christine stared at her. "Nothing."

Her friend began chiding her on her lack of eating, until Erik butted in.

"Perhaps it has to do with how you're acting."

Both of the girls turned towards him. "Huh?"

"Considering the unnatural ways by which you came to infest my home uninvited, perhaps your recent behavior has caused that same magic to alter your appearance to better suit you of late."

A look of surprise appeared on his face as Tiffani held back the fuming Sarah, who had been deeply insulted by being told she acted like Christine, and now was loudly vocalizing that opinion.

"How dare you! I don't- let me go Tiff! I don't act like freaking Christine! Let me go so I can kill him!"

"On a positive consequence, perhaps this change will allow you to sing with more projection. The Christine I heard on your music device sang quite well."

"Do I sound like Christine to you?" To Sarah's horror her voice cracked and she clutched her throat as a weird sensation rushed through it.

"No but I can hope."

"Well, I at least-" She stopped dead, her huge brown eyes opening to a gargantuan size.

Erik looked hopeful. "Sing something!"

Trembling from a jumbled mix of emotions, Sarah opened her mouth and began to sing.

"You have brought me to that- I can't sing without my own voice, Erik! That's like heresy!"

He frowned. "Well it's an improvement on your higher soprano ranges, to say the least."

"Hey!"

"I'm saying that as a compliment of the utmost sincerity and respect."

Tiff, meanwhile, was cracking up. "Poor Sarah… turning into ugly Christine!"

Somehow Sarah managed to glower and cry at the same time, a weird combination that only Christine was capable of.

"It's not fair, I look like a monkey! But I wonder…"

Suddenly, to Erik's further embarrassment, she pulled up her nightgown almost to the tops of her legs.

"I have Christine's thighs!"

Tiff raised an eyebrow. "Why were you paying that much attention to her thighs during the-"

"-this is awesome!" Sarah beamed. "It almost… almost… makes up for my going from a D to a… AA at best! No… not even that big…" She poked her boobs again.

Erik slowly began backing towards the door. "Well, I'll leave you to explore your body…"

"Perv!" Sarah tossed a wet washcloth at him.

The man blinked incredulously. "What did I say?"

The girl simply picked up one of the brightly striped towels that she and Tiffani had specially ordered. "Oooh, pretty colors!"

Tiff groaned. "I think your blond moments have finally been surpassed by your Christine moments…"

Sarah curled up on the floor stroking the towel and mumbling about pretty colors.

"Is she… okay?" Erik asked, peeking from around the doorframe.

"She is temporarily at what seems to be Christine's mental level." Tiff replied. "Oh god, I hope its only temporary!"