THE INTRODUCTION
Chapter Two: Nicole
Stepping into my house, I took off my shoes and briefly leaned against the wall. For some reason I was exhausted and I felt like doing nothing but sleeping. I called a brief hello to my parents (who didn't notice me due to their involvement in TV), and plodded upstairs to my room.
There, in the middle of my room, messing with all of my spell books and powders and things, was my little brother. "You little brat!" I screamed at him; we did not get along well at all. "Get out of my room!!" Normally I would have just zapped him out of there, but for some reason I felt like manhandling him out. Grabbing him by the shoulders, I was so intent on dragging him out that I noticed him kind of get limp in my arms. I freaked out, thinking I had hurt him or something.
I was getting ready to call for help when he came-to in my arms, struggled out of my grip, stuck out his tongue, and ran off. "Urrrghhh!" I called after him, "You are such a brat!!" I went back into my my and slammed the door shut, not bothering to muffle the sound. I pointed my stuff back into place, muttering under my breath about how my stuff just wasn't mine anymore.
I don't know how what happened next happened at first, but I think it was because of my intense concentration. My concentration was currently circling around my brother, for he was the latest thing on my mind. I was thinking about how he never left me alone, and concentrating on him so hard that the changes just began. I didn't realize then what was happening, but I felt very, very strange. Closing my eyes, I felt as if I was getting smaller. When that feeling passed I opened my eyes and got an urge to look in the mirror. What I saw made me gasp. Actually my reaction was more near a scream. I was my brother!!! I mean, I looked exactly like him! I pointed frantically at myself, trying to zap my body back. It wasn't working.
I was in near panic mode...I looked like my little brother!! But then one of those feelings that I always get washed over me. It told me, in my head, to concentrate on myself, and an image of myself. I couldn't at first, because I was thinking that it was a foolish thing to do. But then I did, concentrating on a mental image of myself in my head. Slowly I began to change back into my normal form, and, for some reason, I was strangely calm about the whole thing. Thinking back to my brother, I though about how he had near fainted. For some reason I tied the two together. Something had happened then. I got an Idea and I decided to try it out.
Turning to my ball pythons cage, I pulled him out and concentrated on him as he slithered through my hands. The usually active snake lay still in my arms. Within about ten seconds he was active again, wrapping around my wrists and slithering up my arm. Unwrapping him, I placed him back in the cage and concentrated on the newly formed image of him in my head.
The first thing that happened was the disappearance of my arms. They sort of just slooped up into my body. I was a 5' 6" tall human with no arms and I looked disgusting. I knew this because I could see myself in the mirror. Next my legs melded together and my pupils became vertical slits. "That's kind of a cool efesssss..." My thought trailed off as my tongue changed its form. As the rest of the changes took place, I became very glad that I could no longer really see what was happening. The changes that were happening felt disgusting, and it seemed like I should be in pain. This wasn't like changing into my brother; he was just smaller and a boy. With the snake nothing was where it should be; well, nothing but my backbone.
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When I was finished I was in complete darkness. At first I couldn't figure out what it was, but then I realized it was my clothes lying around me in a pile. Slithering out of the folds, I flicked my tongue in and out of my mouth. Surveying my room was confusing. Everything looked very strange, and the vision was based upon movement and heat.
Suddenly I saw something bright with life. The heat emanating from the little creature was vibrant in my vision. And it was moving. I just had time to think I have a mouse in my room? as I zoomed toward the poor thing. Nooooo! I cried as I struck the thing and wrapped it in my coils, What's happening?! As I squeezed tighter and tighter around the little fluff of warmth and life and food...It's not food!! I'm not a snake! Suddenly I felt my coils loosening as I gained control of the body; but it was too late. The mouse was already dead. I shuddered and the action felt strange in my foriegn body. Who knew snakes were so voracious?I whispered quietly to myself. I looked at the little body whose warmth was slowly fading away.
Shaken, I decided to get out of the body. Moving silently to the middle of my room, I concentrated on myself. Within about thirty seconds I was myself again. In nothing but my bra and underwear. "I gotta work on that," I said to myself. Then I thought about what I had just said. I had subconciously decided to continue doing this. This was more powerful than what I could do with shapeshifting and my powers, and it was also more real. It had been like me and the snake were one. The instincts and everything were in my head.
Shrugging my shoulders I pulled on my jeans, only to realize my clothes were shredded. "Huh," I looked down at the tattered clothing. Zapping it back into shape, I put them away, and pointed some pajama's onto myself. I really gotta work on the clothes thing. Thinking about how my bra and underwear had not been shredded, I put two and two together. Maybe the things have gotta be skintight. I decided I was going to try that out. Not tonight, but the next time I changed.
Stepping into my house, I took off my shoes and briefly leaned against the wall. For some reason I was exhausted and I felt like doing nothing but sleeping. I called a brief hello to my parents (who didn't notice me due to their involvement in TV), and plodded upstairs to my room.
There, in the middle of my room, messing with all of my spell books and powders and things, was my little brother. "You little brat!" I screamed at him; we did not get along well at all. "Get out of my room!!" Normally I would have just zapped him out of there, but for some reason I felt like manhandling him out. Grabbing him by the shoulders, I was so intent on dragging him out that I noticed him kind of get limp in my arms. I freaked out, thinking I had hurt him or something.
I was getting ready to call for help when he came-to in my arms, struggled out of my grip, stuck out his tongue, and ran off. "Urrrghhh!" I called after him, "You are such a brat!!" I went back into my my and slammed the door shut, not bothering to muffle the sound. I pointed my stuff back into place, muttering under my breath about how my stuff just wasn't mine anymore.
I don't know how what happened next happened at first, but I think it was because of my intense concentration. My concentration was currently circling around my brother, for he was the latest thing on my mind. I was thinking about how he never left me alone, and concentrating on him so hard that the changes just began. I didn't realize then what was happening, but I felt very, very strange. Closing my eyes, I felt as if I was getting smaller. When that feeling passed I opened my eyes and got an urge to look in the mirror. What I saw made me gasp. Actually my reaction was more near a scream. I was my brother!!! I mean, I looked exactly like him! I pointed frantically at myself, trying to zap my body back. It wasn't working.
I was in near panic mode...I looked like my little brother!! But then one of those feelings that I always get washed over me. It told me, in my head, to concentrate on myself, and an image of myself. I couldn't at first, because I was thinking that it was a foolish thing to do. But then I did, concentrating on a mental image of myself in my head. Slowly I began to change back into my normal form, and, for some reason, I was strangely calm about the whole thing. Thinking back to my brother, I though about how he had near fainted. For some reason I tied the two together. Something had happened then. I got an Idea and I decided to try it out.
Turning to my ball pythons cage, I pulled him out and concentrated on him as he slithered through my hands. The usually active snake lay still in my arms. Within about ten seconds he was active again, wrapping around my wrists and slithering up my arm. Unwrapping him, I placed him back in the cage and concentrated on the newly formed image of him in my head.
The first thing that happened was the disappearance of my arms. They sort of just slooped up into my body. I was a 5' 6" tall human with no arms and I looked disgusting. I knew this because I could see myself in the mirror. Next my legs melded together and my pupils became vertical slits. "That's kind of a cool efesssss..." My thought trailed off as my tongue changed its form. As the rest of the changes took place, I became very glad that I could no longer really see what was happening. The changes that were happening felt disgusting, and it seemed like I should be in pain. This wasn't like changing into my brother; he was just smaller and a boy. With the snake nothing was where it should be; well, nothing but my backbone.
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When I was finished I was in complete darkness. At first I couldn't figure out what it was, but then I realized it was my clothes lying around me in a pile. Slithering out of the folds, I flicked my tongue in and out of my mouth. Surveying my room was confusing. Everything looked very strange, and the vision was based upon movement and heat.
Suddenly I saw something bright with life. The heat emanating from the little creature was vibrant in my vision. And it was moving. I just had time to think I have a mouse in my room? as I zoomed toward the poor thing. Nooooo! I cried as I struck the thing and wrapped it in my coils, What's happening?! As I squeezed tighter and tighter around the little fluff of warmth and life and food...It's not food!! I'm not a snake! Suddenly I felt my coils loosening as I gained control of the body; but it was too late. The mouse was already dead. I shuddered and the action felt strange in my foriegn body. Who knew snakes were so voracious?I whispered quietly to myself. I looked at the little body whose warmth was slowly fading away.
Shaken, I decided to get out of the body. Moving silently to the middle of my room, I concentrated on myself. Within about thirty seconds I was myself again. In nothing but my bra and underwear. "I gotta work on that," I said to myself. Then I thought about what I had just said. I had subconciously decided to continue doing this. This was more powerful than what I could do with shapeshifting and my powers, and it was also more real. It had been like me and the snake were one. The instincts and everything were in my head.
Shrugging my shoulders I pulled on my jeans, only to realize my clothes were shredded. "Huh," I looked down at the tattered clothing. Zapping it back into shape, I put them away, and pointed some pajama's onto myself. I really gotta work on the clothes thing. Thinking about how my bra and underwear had not been shredded, I put two and two together. Maybe the things have gotta be skintight. I decided I was going to try that out. Not tonight, but the next time I changed.