In a quaint little room, the atmosphere was hushed as you stood there with your sister and your mother. A mysterious exchange was unfolding between them, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation in the air. Your sister leaned in to whisper something to your mom, and you noticed a peculiar look crossing your mother's face before she nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, your sister reached into her purse and produced a small box full of tampons. Confusion mixed with disbelief as you couldn't fathom the connection between her secretive words and the tampons. Reacting instinctively, you blurted out a shocked statement, unable to wrap your head around the bizarre situation.
"I won't transform into a tampon, are you fucking kidding me?" you exclaimed, the absurdity of the proposition making your voice rise.
Unfazed, your mother sternly replied, "Okay, now you'll stay as a tampon for three days longer for cursing in front of me."
Your mind reeled, trying to comprehend the severity of this unusual punishment. But before you could protest further, your sister, whom you now knew as Belle, insisted that you comply with their strange request.
"What are you waiting for? Transform into a copy of one of the tampons from this box," she commanded. Feeling perplexed and pressured, you reluctantly picked up a tampon from the box, examining it closely before attempting to shapeshift into its form.
As the transformation took place, your body contorted in ways you had never experienced before. Your hair retreated into your head, replaced by soft cotton, while your limbs merged with your torso, causing you to shrink significantly. Before you knew it, you found yourself in the unsettling shape of a tampon.
Surprisingly, Belle seemed delighted with the outcome. She remarked, "They look and feel exactly the same! What are you planning to do with your brother, anyway?" turning to address your mother.
With a wry smile, your mother handed you over to Belle, who declared her intention to keep you trapped in a drawer to prevent you from shapeshifting back. You were then carried to Belle's room, accompanied by the box of tampons and your discarded clothes, leaving you feeling both bored and frightened by the surreal turn of events.
Once in her room, you heard a distinct clunk sound, which you realized was the medallion that had caused this entire predicament. Belle's laughter resonated through the room as she sealed you within the box among the other tampons, and she stashed it away in an empty drawer. The darkness surrounding you only intensified your feelings of captivity and vulnerability, not knowing when this peculiar spell would end.
As days seemed to crawl by, you were still stuck in your tampon form, surrounded by eerily identical copies of yourself. Your desperation grew, and the prospect of returning to your original state felt like a distant dream.
Eventually, a ray of hope flickered when you heard your sister's voice, accompanied by another unfamiliar voice. Belle's friend had come over, and you overheard their conversation as they moved around the room.
"Can you check behind me, please?" Belle's friend asked, seeking her friend's assistance.
Belle replied, "Uhh, sure," obliging her friend's request.
Feeling a pang of sympathy for Belle's friend, who seemed to be dealing with an unexpected issue, she apologized profusely to Belle.
"It's okay, stuff like that happens to me all the time," Belle comforted her friend, showing a compassionate side you hadn't seen before. She took her friend's clothes, intending to launder them and offered her a change of garments in the meantime.
As you lay there, hidden away in the drawer, Belle's friend searched for clean underwear and clothes. But as fate would have it, she reached for the box of tampons to avoid staining Belle's clothes.
Your heart raced as she uttered words that sent shivers down your tampon-shaped form.
"Oh, I need one of these. I don't want to stain Belle's clothes with my blood," she explained, unwittingly reaching for one of the tampons from the box.
The tampon she picked was...