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It was late. It was dark. You were tired. The footsteps felt distant, barely audible. They were of no concern - not at this hour of the night. A turn to the left, another to the right, and you’d be right out of there. The night would be short. The crashing sound of the alarm clock in the morning would be deafening. At least tonight, you’d manage to get some sleep.

The long, cold corridor was almost at an end. It’s then that you felt it. You couldn’t recognize it at first. The sensation felt foreign. In a split second, your brain repressed the surprise and tried to pinpoint this sudden feeling beneath the fabric of your shirt. It trickled, very slowly. You turned around, lifting your arms above your head, straining your shoulders trying to touch what you could tell was liquid sliding down your back.

“You’re alright?” the question startled you. You thought yourself alone, but it seemed someone had managed to find you at your most ridiculous - desperately trying to catch the viscous drop still running down your skin.

“I- I’m fine…” you replied, short of breath.

There! You’d finally got it. The wetness touched your fingertips.

“You don’t look alright.” the clear feminine voice continued, its tone passing judgment you absolutely did not need right now.

Blue. Viscous. It didn’t look like anything you knew. You mechanically rubbed the substance between your thumb and index fingers, before finally turning around to face the voice that had been nagging you during this awkward moment. You had some thoughts to share, and since this woman felt comfortable passing hers onto you, you felt owed the right to respond.

“Look Miss, I said I’m-” you started, before your voice trailed down in surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry Captain, I had no idea you were still here.” you quickly rectified, hoping your initial tone would be dismissed considering your predicament.

“You really don’t look alright.” she repeated, slowly starting to grind your gears.

“I assure you, I’m fine Cap…” you couldn’t finish as dizzying waves of vertigo overtook you.

“Blurry vision, yet?” the captain’s voice echoed in your head, painfully bouncing against your skull. You could barely stand. Wait, yet?

“Definitely past blurry vision then…” the captain continued, scrutinizing you, a mix of curiosity and awe subtly drawn on her face. You felt the viscous liquid on your fingers once again. It was a set up. Whatever this was, you needed it off of you. You had to run. You had to scream! And you tried, though the pathetic wail that escaped your throat sounded nothing like the distress call you needed it to be.

“What… have…” you looked up to the Captain? She looked… amused?

“Shhh… No need to make it more painful for yourself. I prefer to warn you, this will hurt. A lot. Though such a transformation could hardly be painless.” she explained. Past the veil of vertigo and nausea clouding your senses, you saw her thumb and index inching closer, barely leaving a gap between them. “Plus, not being heard is something you’ll want to get used to fast. I’ve heard it sucks. Well, I didn’t but… you’ll get it.” she looked down on you.

You wanted to fight. You wanted to scream. You wanted to run. You passed out…

I've been on a Blender rampage lately, somehow finding the motivation to use this hellish software. I've learnt a few things here and there. Though probably more interestingly for you, I've used Lena's model to experiment, coming up with a couple of new pieces with her. And why not start with a little POV action? After all, size is so much more than... size, isn't it?

Hope you'll enjoy this new piece and story!