“BZZZZ” the harsh sound emerges from the door, causing Marie to jump up from her couch.
“Coming,” she says, opening the door. The only thing there is a large snow-white suitcase, with a silver-grey logo on it. The logo is a flask of bubbling liquid, the type you would use in chemistry. Looking to make sure no-one’s looking at her, she picks up the suitcase, and closes the door. Placing the suitcase on her coffee table, Marie opens it. Three trays slide out, carrying rows of test-tubes, each carrying at least a few ounces of various liquids. Under each tube is a word and a plus or minus symbol, such as ‘Feline +’ or ‘Height -’.
In the other half of the suitcase, a small hard-back book sits. The white cover has the same logo as the suitcase. Marie reads the book, and immediately gets suspicious. ‘There’s no way this is real,’ she thinks to herself, ‘but what the hell, let’s try anyways!’
Grabbing the largest cup she has; she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirrored fridge door. A short brunette looks back. She’s not unhealthy, per say, but she does have a significant amount of paunch, a muffin top poking over her pants. She walks back to the family room and selects a few vials.