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Dec. 8th, 2013 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badtothecloneI don't even notice anything is different when I wake up. I don't feel any different. Maybe I ache a bit more than usual but sparring and sex with Cass the night before will do that to me. I make sure not to disturb the covers too much when I get out of bed, she's burrowed in there and it was tricky enough to disentangle myself from her. Cass seems to take the cold weather as further invitation to cling to me as tightly as possible.
I don't even notice anything is different as I pad across the floor to the bathroom. I feel out of sorts but I can't put my finger on it and chalk it up to the aforementioned soreness. Even when I look in the mirror and see my scarred face for a moment I think I'm having a flashback or a nightmare.
Blinking hard I splash some water on my face and I can feel the scars there, the disfiguration. It's then that I notice the height difference as well. I'm almost six and a half feet tall now, long hair and all the other things that come with my condition.
"No," I say, barely finding my voice. My old face stares back at me, the aches of my deteriorating body hitting me full force as I realize what they are. I'm regressing.
"NO!" I shout louder, fist smashing into the mirror and through the wall. I forget how strong I was and as I watch the cuts on my hand heal up almost instantly, remember everything else that came with this. I don't want it.
I don't even notice anything is different as I pad across the floor to the bathroom. I feel out of sorts but I can't put my finger on it and chalk it up to the aforementioned soreness. Even when I look in the mirror and see my scarred face for a moment I think I'm having a flashback or a nightmare.
Blinking hard I splash some water on my face and I can feel the scars there, the disfiguration. It's then that I notice the height difference as well. I'm almost six and a half feet tall now, long hair and all the other things that come with my condition.
"No," I say, barely finding my voice. My old face stares back at me, the aches of my deteriorating body hitting me full force as I realize what they are. I'm regressing.
"NO!" I shout louder, fist smashing into the mirror and through the wall. I forget how strong I was and as I watch the cuts on my hand heal up almost instantly, remember everything else that came with this. I don't want it.
