The lights of the clinic were so damn bright! It'd feel like Hell just being there, if it weren't for the sunglasses that 21-year-old Rachel Malone had brought with her. Unfortunately right now, she was being harassed by a Karen just because of that and had been since she'd checked in.
"You can't wear those in the clinic," she snobbed.
"Otherwise people are going to think you're a shady bitch."
Rachel was doing her absolute damnedest to keep her cool.
"Ma'am," she replied.
"I'm autistic, and I'm hypersensitive to light--"
"You're a liar! You don't look autistic!"
The Karen tried to reach for her sunglasses, but Rachel stood her ground, backing up.
"Ma'am, do not touch my property," she said firmly.
Finally, fucking FINALLY, the receptionist stepped in.
"Ma'am, please leave her alone."
The Karen scorned before stomping back to her chair.
'Finally,' Rachel thought to herself.
'Some peace and quiet.'
She sat down and read through the form, filling it out bit by bit. It started out like a normal doctor's office form.
Name: Rachel Perry Malone.
Age: 21.
Birthdate: 05/24/1998.
Rachel had a thing about putting periods after everything on forms. To her it felt incomplete if she didn't put a period and it would overwhelm her if she forgot to put one on the end of something, sometimes to the point of a meltdown.
Disorders:
Shrugging, Rachel put down Autism Spectrum Disorder, Inattentive Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, Persistent Depressive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, blind in one eye, and Adolescent Idiopathic Scoliosis.
"Would you like any of these disorders to be modified or removed during your transformation?"
Rachel thought this over. She didn't mind being autistic or having ADD all that much. Sure, sometimes both could be bitches to live with, but Rachel considered them parts of her identity. The eye she didn't mind too much either. On the other hand, she thought, it'd be nice to feel less depressed and anxious, and not have chronic back and neck pain.
So she decided to keep her ASD and ADD as they were and wrote down
"Decrease depression and anxiety. Straighten spine into the single digits. Make prosthetic eye self-cleaning."
Finally she came to the section everyone wanted to fill out.
"What do you wish for your transformation to be? Would you like it to be permanent or temporary? If temporary, for how long?"
Rachel smirked. All her life, she had been told what to do and how to act. Social skills classes were a bitch and because of so many factors, she always felt like every social faux pas that happened in her friendships was her fault, even if it wasn't. According to her parents and social skills teachers, no one wanted to listen to her ramble on about her Special Interests (SIs), even if they said they did. It wasn't until she started college that she found out that, surprise surprise, allistics and neurotypicals fucked social shit up as well and that her friendships lasted longer if both parties modified their behavior to accommodate each other. And in other news, water is wet.
She decided to base her transformation off of one of her SIs, and so she wrote down....