This is an eight episode story. It was my first attempt at horror, and my last. I couldn’t keep it up, and it devolved into slapstick. The characters are Laura, a woman who is ‘transforming’….and a fruit bat, Bart. There are references to Gorean practices which add to the silliness later on.
Standing at the window, Laura was lost in thought. The crispness of autumn purified the air at dusk. The moon rose and the sky was still light. It was that peculiar time of evening when both sun and moon balanced the sky.
Swifts and swallows flitted over chimneys and rooftops, wheeling like tiny black crescents against the sky. As the moon rose, the swifts were replaced with bats speeding like rockets in front of the window. She could hear the sound of their twittering as they flew by, sharing the day’s gossip.
“Laura!” Her husband’s harsh voice cut into her mind.
“I’m coming” she called back. But she didn’t move.
Peering out the window her pupils opened wide. She saw strange things. Veins in the leaves, mounds of disturbed soil from moles far below. The moon so close! The night beckoned to her and she felt like flying out to greet it.
She wondered what was happening to her physical self. Under her gown she felt thin membranes grow beneath her arms. Transparent tissue joined with two small hooks on her elbows. Her breasts shrunk to nothing, only large nipples remaining. Her sex seemed to shift backwards, her vulva misplaced.
“I’m coming along nicely,” she whispered.
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