'That shit was not how I thought it would go.'
Were Candy's last thoughts as she chocked on the euphoric flavored bird poop.
She awoke to blinding light and the overwhelming scent of the same mystical euphoria.
The light was dancing, swaying in a relaxed state like it was being pushed back and fourth by a gentle breeze.
It was warm. Not the kind of warmth that heats up your skin, but one where your heart eases and your senses lull into a serene pool of relaxation.
Her eyelids fluttered open slowly. Her hands felt bark underneath them as she propped herself up to sit.
The weight on her palms were unfamiliar. It was a sensation that she had not felt in many years. She felt light.
Her once thick fingers were now slender. Her arms were thin. Her waist...
She looked down at herself, analyzing the state of her body.
She was wearing a thin light tunic that accentuated every slim curvy feature underneath.
