Rachael Murphy walked back to her dorm room. She had adjusted well to her college life. Her studies had been going well and she was a rising star in the classroom. But right now, it was 12:18 and it was time for her lunch break.
She didn’t have much of a need for food now, though. Not since the Chaos Storm 4 months ago altered her biology. Rachael’s body was now powered by the same energy that had transformed her. Rachael instead of eating, used this break to get some extra studying done and maybe watch something if she felt like she deserved it. Rachael had been called a recluse even before the storm, but she didn’t care then and she especially doesn’t care now.
“Hey, Ray,” her roommate, Holly said to Rachael after she entered their dorm room. Rachael tooted a greeting in response. Holly placed her things on the ground. “Oh, and what are we watching today? Some weird Japanese pornography?”
Rachael hated it when her roommate made fun of her like this. Not because she felt guilty for watching and enjoying anime, but because she didn’t like Holly taking advantage of her inability to speak and defend herself. Rachael let out a series of toots in protest, but that only made Holly chuckle. Rachael focused her attention on the TV and tried to tune Holly out. Then the phantom pains came.
She suddenly had a mouth, again. She had a proper face, again. Rachael felt her teeth, again only to feel them withdraw back into her jaw. She was in the middle of an episode, now. She felt her her tongue wither away as her mouth changed its shape. Her nose withdrew into her face. She felt a strange weight on her checks. She moved her hand up to her touch her cheek only to be met with the firm flesh that now resided there.
Holly saw the tension in her roommates body and her teasing attitude changed. “Rachael, are you ok?” Rachael paused for a second and then subtly nodded her head. Holly squeezed Rachael’s shoulder to comfort her and then went about her business.
Yes, Rachael’s face had indeed been replaced by a pair of buttchecks. Her mouth had taken up its new function as her face’s new sphincter. This made her incapable of speech. The only way she could communicate was by blowing air passed her checks in a way that mimicked Morse Code or, simply put, farting. Where there had once been a fair face was now two, firm mounds of tush. Rachael counted herself as lucky as fate allowed her to keep her sight. Her two, burgundy eyes rested in her face-flesh.
Holly, on the contrary, was a stunningly beautiful women with a face made out of marble and a chest fit for a goddess. Her oddest feature was her pale, pink hair. Holly’s hair was long, thick, and wavy and it had an almost iridescent quality to it. Another one of Holly’s peculiarities, where her rose-colored eyes.
Rachael had always suspected foul-play of some kind involving transforming lightning but had never built up the courage to ask her before she lost her ability to speak. Now, she hoped that Holly had always been perfectly pink lest she be confronted with how unfair the world can be.
The episode Rachael had been watching ended and she grabbed her things and left for her next class.