Mary grabs at a vial blindly, figuring she'd surprise herself, and funds it's fairly difficult to since her fingers have melded into a mitt-like surface. But she manages to grab one eventually, and pours it into her mouth...
Only to watch it spill down her chest and roll down her body, leaving a spot in the carpet.
'Oh hell...' she thinks, a wave of fear washing over her. Did she screw up? Is this permanent? Is she gonna be a freaky living blowup love doll thing forever? She doesn't want this... how is she going to fix it?