The whole incident had occurred over a break. We had been home from college when it happened. Molly and I had known each other since High School, though up until a year before the “incident” our friendship had been strictly fraternal. I know the whole childhood friends becoming lovers thing sounds cliché, but it does happen. It happened with Molly and me.
Anyway, I had just gotten her out of that freak show’s laboratory. She had passed out in my arms after saying they’d “stuck her” with something. I wanted nothing more then to beat them senseless for violating her, but I had to get her out of there, and so I did the only thing I could think to do. I took her home.
In retrospect, I probably should have taken her to a hospital. I mean, the doctors could have figured out what those freak show guys had actually done and maybe even devised a method to slow it down or even stop it... but at the time I was seeing conspiracies around every corner. I had thought that the freak show people would be waiting for Molly at the hospital and all I’d do was return her to them. So I took her home.
No one was home when I arrived. My folks were probably still at work, but I had my key. I took Molly in and placed her on the living room couch that my parents had. As I set her down, I noticed her skin was practically hot to the touch and I set about to help her out.
I applied a wet washcloth to Molly’s forehead but it didn’t seem to help much.
“I really don’t feel good”. She muttered before letting out a retching sound. Quickly I helped her to the bathroom, positioning her over the toilet to allow her to be sick if needs be.
For about 10 minutes she continued to retch but nothing ever came of it.
“I don't think anything’s gonna happen, could you possibly get me a glass of water please. I still don't feel well but I need something to drink so bad.”
I agreed and ran downstairs to get a glass but upon returning I noticed that the way Molly was sat was odd. She wasn't on her knees or standing over the bowl but instead she was crouched down on all fours. Before I could fill up the glass and give it to her, Molly began to wince in pain complaining that her shoes were feeling incredibly tight. As if on cue the sound of stretching fabric came from below, before the inevitable ripping as Molly's shoes completely gave way to reveal toes stretching far beyond a normal humans.
“That's so much better.” Molly spoke softly, wiggling her toes in relief.
Standing there in shock I couldn't speak as I watched a thin layer of skin begin to grow and connect between her toes, making her feet look much more aquatic and flipper like. With a loud crash the glass I had been holding hit the ground shattering over the floor. Molly quickly turned to face me and ask if everything was alright, when I couldn't reply I simply pointed down. Confused, her eyes glanced down only to be greeted by the flippers that were once her feet.
“OH MY GOD! What's happening to me!?” Molly shrieked...