Plot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log GammaMore Like This
Okay, I think it's gone. If you do see something there that looks like me getting deflated and turned into a dollish girl, I'd appreciate it if you would just pretend it's not there.
Phase 5 was next, right? As before, there was a little announcement sign. "Phase 5: Primary Retroviral Transmogrification". Like the first phase, this one was accompanied by a little digital readout. Instead of showing weight, though, this one gave a percentage indicator, starting at 0%. Used to seeing stuff coming from the top of the tube, I was a little surprised to see a single spray nozzle emerge from the lower right side of my view. Almost snakelike, it coiled the space around my body, always at least a few inches away from touching me until it had gotten up to the top of my head. With a pressurized hiss, a smoky gas emerged from the nozzle as it began to retract itself along the same path it had taken. This was a much quicker progr
Plot of the Retro Bimbo Aliens, Log AlphaMore Like This
Am I using this thing right? There's nowhere to type or anything, so how--
Oh. I guess it's just reading my thoughts to take a log. It's so weird that I'm able to understand what's on the screen at all, but I suppose any system that's able to directly interpret brainwaves is going to be able to let me read its output. That's not really important, though. What matters is that I'm able to record all of what happened to me in case there's anyone else who finds this. I'm pretty sure that my personal logs are private, so I can recount exactly what happened today without fear of...her...discovering me. When did this start, again?
Right, last night. Yesterday, I was living a pretty normal life. Six feet tall, sorta dirty blond hair, pale-ish skin, not in particularly good shape. I suppose that's part of the reason they got me, though there aren't really any exercise routines that can prepare you for the sort of thing that h