Kris awoke with a pounding in her head, clearly hungover from her best friend's bachelorette party the night before. How much did they have to drink, she wondered, and did they really get tramp stamp tattoos?
Her body ached, not only at the small of her back where she had presumably gotten inked, but also at her shoulder blades. She threw off her blankets, fully emerging from the cocoon of slumber, and stumbled forward, almost as if she were tripping over the air itself.
As she clumsily made her way to her vanity, she heard a buzzing noise right behind her. She looked around, trying to find its source, but the only thing out of the ordinary was an iridescent blue blur in her periphery.
Kris fell forward, her feet leaving the ground, but gravity didn't bring her down to the floor. Instead, she stayed in mid-air. Kicking her feet and flailing her arms, she tried to move, to turn, anything to set her feet on solid ground, but all she did was hover. Was she dreaming? Was she still a little tipsy? What was going on?
It was when she finally caught her reflection in her vanity mirror that she realized the truth of the situation.
She screamed upon seeing two antennae sprouting from her forehead and butterfly wings flapping behind her, keeping her aloft. How had this happened to her? Could she undo it--or at least control it--or would she remain a butterfly girl forever? And what about her friends? She couldn't remember what tattoos they had gotten, so what could be happening to them?
Tags: animal transformation, butterfly transformation
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Story by Scidram |
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Artwork by Hmage |
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