As you look at your neighbor, staring in horror at his arms and torso covered in rapidly spreading dark goop, you realize how bad of an idea this really was.
Oh, it didn't start out bad at all. Leaving your room with some trepidation you knocked on your neighbor, Luke's, door. You know him decently well. You played video games and hung out sometimes. So, at best, you were expecting him to be confused by you. At worst, dissection in Area 51 but you ignore that voice.
Instead of either option, you get him opening the door with a friendly but uncertain look. "Hey Nightshade." That's not your name? "What's up?" .....what the hell?! That's not your name at all! Your name is....
Okay, you're thinking of Nightshade but you're sure it's something else. It'll come to you! It'll come to you! Okay, it's not coming. Nightshade then. Great.
....you groan a little internally at the name and realization. Which shows on your face too. "Something wrong?" he asks, concerned.
So, you know two things now. First, no one has noticed your change, or you're normal. Reality has shifted or something. Second, your name is Nightshade. Which you think fits, you suppose. You shake your head and sigh, "Not really. Just a strange day. We've known each other for a year, right?"
"Yeah, give or take. We met when I moved in." Okay, so you know that's the same.
"And do you notice anything different about me today?" you gesture to yourself, expecting the answer to be no.
Luke looks you over, carefully. "Uh, no? Did you get a haircut?" He thinks. "Can you even get haircuts?" He hums a little, looking you over more, "you're not wearing anything so I'm pretty sure it's not that." He shrugs. "I'm stumped. Can you tell me?"
"No, it's nothing." You sigh and process the 'you're not wearing anything'. So, it's not that you're naked, you are, but no one cares since, clothing is part of you, you suppose. Interesting, maybe. "I just..." you want a hug, honestly. You have had a long day and you want someone to hold you. "I want a hug. Do you mind?"
Luke shakes his head. "Nah, it's cool Nightshade." He extends his arms, and you fall into it. You're not short, with your 'platforms' you're 5'4, but you feel small as you relax into him. You just settle in and get comfy, enjoying the feeling of his warm body against you.
You have about thirty seconds before you hear a strangled 'ack!?' You look down to see dark goop starting to bubble up over his body. What's happening?! Are you dripping over him?! What's going on?! "What the fuck?!" Luke cries.
Pulling back with a curse of your own, you try and get away from him, both to keep the goop from spreading and keep yourself from melting. On the second front, you don't have anything to worry about, it seems that you're intact, but on the first count, you're not so lucky. Despite frantic attempts to get the goop off of him, it only serves to spread it further. With a resigned sigh you step back, an expression mirrored on his face. You know this phase, you experienced it yourself; just let it happen. You step back to watch him change, and while it's only just begun, you can already tell that his outfit is going to be...