Micheal turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels, looking for something to take her mind off the transformation. Unfortunately, like every other day, there simply wasn't anything good on. So she started watching a cooking show, where they were making some kind of tasty meaty dish. It was then that she noticed that she seemed to be shedding specks of light, like flakes or, dandruff.
"Ughh," she moaned, not wanting to have to clean up the place, and decided the best thing to do was take a shower. Walking back into the bathroom she turned to look in the mirror and saw that she was positively glowing. Not brightly, but just a faint aura visible in the bright light. On top of that, sparks seemed to be jumping off her and onto the floor, where they would melt into tiny puddles of silver.
She noticed that the sparks were getting more and more frequent, and a noticeable pool of silver was beginning to form around her feet. It wasn't sticky or cold or warm or anything; just there, not even glowing. The experimentations came to a sudden stop when a sense of vertigo kicked in, just as the sparks intensified in frequency. Everything just seemed to start getting smaller, as the pool of silver began to spread, and the only thing she could do was hang onto the edge of the sink for dear life, until she was hanging a foot off the floor..