Slime mode 2

Taking a deep breath, I tried my other transformation.

Agonizing pain made me drop to the ground as every organ in my body changed at the same time. I dropped to the floor, and it took me a moment to catch my metaphorical breath. I didn't have lungs at the moment, and it seemed that I was pulling oxygen from my skin. My clothes had slipped off of me, and it took me a moment to regain my orientation. I unsteadily rose to my feet, and then I stared at myself.

I looked alien and strange. I was transparent, almost, with a strange pinkish sheen that wouldn't have been visible from farther away. Holding my hand up, I focused my will and a moment later my hand shifted form into a blade. It wouldn't work as one; my skin was rubbery and I wasn't hard or sharp by any means. It showed that I could change forms easily in this form though.

“Taylor!”

I heard Dad's voice as though I was hearing through ten feet of water. I frowned and then my ears grew and changed and it cleared up.

Coughing, I forced myself to change by voice box to an approximation of a human larynx.

“I'm changing clothes!” I called out. “I'll be down in a minute!”

My voice sounded garbled and weird, but Dad didn't seem to notice, at least from what I was hearing.

The transformation back was still painful, but not as bad as the initial transformation had been. I suspected that I'd end up keeping my organs in a partial transformation as soon as I could figure it out, and then it wouldn't hurt much at all.

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