Rachel feels another painful gurgling in her gut, and with a pained heave, another puddle of powderized bone mixed with saliva pours out of her mouth.
"Huh... Huh... God..." Rachel gasps, breathing heavy and reflexively swallowing. She pushes once more to try and squeeze through the doorframe, but is still too big and still not boneless enough to squeeze through.
Something is different, however. Rachel feels something moving around on her head and it's difficult to keep her focus straight. Perspective is strange and her eyes keep roving around. She finds this particularly strange, but can't explain it - not until her vision accidentally wanders over to the mirror - her eyes now rest atop two long, flexible eyestalks.