|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- THE MILDRED CORK--CUP 1--"BELLY" --------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  The Mildred Cork  ||  -------> (Cup SRmc001, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = My body is made out of night and my eyes are two stars. Two deep amber stars. Yesterday the world changed--I could feel it. Right in the middle of the day, right in class, it hit me like a truck. I don't know if anyone else noticed it. Now, tonight, I'm on the streets of the city, the streets of Mav Saptax. I am new. I would have thought that a change like this would have come when the comet went by a few months ago. You could barely see it around here anyway. I was out there though, all night long, waiting, praying that the clouds would go away. Finally, we saw it for a few minutes, far in the distance, like the sun reflected on a ceiling by water. In the binoculars, I could see that much. Now, what a rush, what a feeling of freedom. This body, this body that I formed, that I sculpted out of the material of night, it is as perfect as my human body is imperfect. Tall, slim, muscular, perfect ass, perfect breasts, perfect legs, perfect hair. A hardbody. Thing is, it reflects no light--I must look like a silhouette, a shadow, to anyone looking. No need for clothes, nothing to hide. It feels good to walk around the city naked. And the tactility! All the senses of this body I've made are far sharper than my own dumpy human form. Touch, smell, hearing, sight--even the taste of sea air--all vastly improved. I've been roaming for hours. A few people have seen my glowing eyes in the darkness, but went on with their lives--not wanting to rock the boat, I guess. Not wanting to know what sort of monstrosity was behind them. What a body! I wondered what I'd feel like to another person in this form. In the dark, would I feel like true flesh? I wanted to find out. There were some guys at school I had a major crush on, who wouldn't give me the time of day as my fat little pimply human. But now, in this glorious form, I must have been more beautiful by an order of magnitude than any other girl at Shirt University. Only problem, you can't really see me, just my outline. Maybe there was some way to change this, to make myself visible in this form. But this was the first night, and there were a lot of unanswered questions. It started just after I went to bed. My roommate was out--again--sleeping over her boyfriend's, making me feel great as usual. I'd been feeling dizzy ever since the change, and I couldn't wait to get back from the library and just hit the hay. But just as I was slipping away, I woke back up right away--something was very wrong. It was... an awfully strange feeling in the region of my belly. A tickling sensation. I'd always felt something down there, but figured it was just a female thing; I figured it was something to do with making babies. But I'd never felt it so strong--and it was hot and tiring as well as tickling. There was something down there, and as the intensity of the feeling got stronger, I felt all energy drain out of me. I started feeling more tired than I've ever been. I was up on my elbows looking down at myself, and while I should have been panicking, I wasn't. Somehow, I knew it was alright. But I couldn't hold myself up anymore so I just collapsed and lied back. The feeling was really intense now, spread from between my legs to the bottom of my breasts. It felt sexually good, and I started to drift away, light headed, losing consciousness, blissful, euphoric. Then I was... somewhere else. I was... I was inside my own belly. I was in there seeking exit... through, through my bellybutton. I was a ball of energy with massive power. A ball of energy still waking up, still recovering from decades of dormancy. I was moving slowly, millimeter by millimeter, upward, toward my navel. In wonder, I shot out feelers to examine my surroundings--heart, uterus, vagina, kidneys, other stuff I wasn't familiar with. And I was so lucid, just like, like it was totally normal to be a little ping-pong-ball-sized ball of fire. So I pushed and pushed, ever so slowly, to the only realistic exit from the body--as I said, the bellybutton. And memories were coming back to me--another belly--my mother's. Flashes of a huge library of memories--searching for the right fetus to possess. Maybe spending years before I found the right one, but still a sense of urgency that I had to hide myself, had to possess a human body in order to escape some horrible fate. "Some downtime"--that's a phrase that came to mind. But now--it's not clear whether or not I was supposed to have awakened. I think it was the change in the world that made me wake up. I don't know how long I was to have stayed hidden--maybe the whole lifetime. But now, for better or for worse, I was out--and I didn't really care if I'd ever go back to that nasty human body again. I couldn't even bear the thought, being in such glory. But again, it was still the first night. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----