The Box's Pandora part 7

I was sitting in the back seat of the car, with my butt feeling almost numb from being planted there for so long. Between all the time we’d spend driving yesterday afternoon and evening, plus the additional hours today, I was really getting tired of this back seat.

Yesterday, I’d spent most of the drive in shock over what I’d seen, but now, the shock had faded and I mostly felt grief and fear. I had no idea of what was going to happen to me… Well, I did have an idea, and that was what was terrifying me the most. I just couldn’t imagine what kind of life I might be able to have after I finished changing.

My body was changing, and I could feel it. It was like a faint but constant tickle which ran through every inch of my body. It was like a humming, through every fiber of my being. The changes were happening fast enough, that when I stared at myself, I could almost see them occurring.

For what had to be the hundredth time, I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair. It had darkened to the point where it was almost black, where it was nearly the same shade as Aunt Dora’s, and it had grown longer, so that it now hung down past my shoulders. In addition, my hair now felt soft and silky, almost like it had come from some woman in a shampoo commercial.

And then there was my skin, which had changed a little more from when I’d first woken up. Every scar that I’d once had, along with most of my body hair, was now gone without a trace. I now had smooth pale skin, which looked like it probably hadn’t seen the sun in years.

There were other changes throughout my body as well, though I wasn’t in a position where I could really take inventory. What I did notice was that my chest had begun to swell and get puffy. I’d poked at my chest a couple times, but wasn’t willing to do anything more than that while in the car, not with Mom and Cliff sitting in front of me. I was also fighting off the growing temptation to reach down the front of my pants.

I kept trying to distract myself by playing on my DS, but it was hard to get into any of my games, even the ones I normally loved. My grief weighed heavy in my heart, and I kept remembering Dad’s death. That wasn’t even taking into account my own changes, and how I couldn’t think of anything else for long, no matter how hard I tried.

At the moment, I had my DS clutched firmly in my left hand, but the game which was still turned on, was all but forgotten. Instead, my attention was focused on my right hand, which was resting on my knee. I’d lost track of just how long I’d been staring at my hand, watching for the changes. My hand already looked different, being pale and having lost the hairs on the back of it. But more than that, my hand looked a little more delicate and feminine. And as I watched, I swore I could see my nails actually growing longer.

“Magic is real,” I said with a sigh.

Magic swords, magic spells, and apparently even gods and monsters. It seemed that most of what I’d learned in history class, was just a bunch of BS. It was strange to think, that Lord of the Rings was probably about as accurate as my history book, and that my dad, a mythology professor, was the real history teacher.

“Mom,” I said, forcing a smile. “Do you think we could sue my history teacher for fraud?”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way,” Mom said. “I’m an archeologist. Imagine how I felt, when I learned that a lot of mythology was as much fact as fiction.”

“I bet Dad liked that,” I said, feeling the stabbing ache in my heart.

“Yeah,” Mom agreed. “He did.”

It was a short time after this that we stopped for lunch. We pulled into a roadside diner, with a sign that promised the best prime rib in the state. I didn’t know if that was true or not, and I wasn’t nearly as interested in that as I normally might have been.

The idea of leaving the safety of the car and going into that diner where other people could see me, caused a knot of dread to form in my gut. I probably would have stayed in the car and told Mom to bring me back some food, if it wasn’t for one small but important detail. I really had to take a leak.

When we got out of the car, Mom stared at me for several long seconds, taking in all the changes that I myself hadn’t been able to see yet. I could see from her pinched expression that they were definitely noticeable.

“I think you’ll be all right,” Mom said.

However, it was Cliff who pointed out, “If you have to use the restroom, you should probably use the women’s…” I gulped at that, while Mom gave him a glare, but didn’t correct him.

As soon as we were inside and had our table, I went to the restroom, hesitating a moment before using the girl’s room. I didn’t want to accept that I looked like a girl, but both Mom and Cliff had seemed to think that this was a good idea, and I didn’t want to draw any more attention than necessary.

I was relieved to find that the restroom was empty, so I paused for several seconds to look at myself in the mirror. My eyes shot wide as I saw my reflection, and just how much I’d changed. I did look like a girl. I had small but noticeable breasts, and my face looked girly too.

“No,” I whispered, closing my eyes and taking several deep breaths. When I opened my eyes again, nothing had changed. “I do look like a girl…”

Of course, I didn’t look like just any girl. I looked a lot like Aunt Dora. I had a strong enough resemblance, that if anyone saw us standing beside each other, they would have assumed that I was her daughter.

“That damn box,” I muttered bitterly.

I’d left the box in the car, locked up and hidden out of sight. Mom and Cliff had both assured me that no one could steal it from me, and I believed them. I could still feel that invisible tether, stretching out through the diner walls and connecting to the box.

For nearly a minute, I just stood there, staring at my reflection in the mirror, hardly believing that this was me. And the freaky part was, I wasn’t even done changing yet.

Once I shook myself out of my dazed mood and turned away from the mirror, I went about doing my business. My penis was still there, though barely, and my balls were gone completely. I was well on my way to being completely rebuilt with the Pandora blueprint.

I finished my business pretty quickly, even though I had to sit down to pee. Even though I still had my penis, I wasn’t sure it was big enough to do the job anymore. I hated being the size of a toddler down there. It was humiliating.

“I won’t have that problem for much longer,” I told myself bitterly.

A couple minutes later, I left the restroom and returned the table where Mom and Cliff were waiting. I sat down and didn’t say a word about how I was feeling, or about the fact that I was on the verge of freaking out again.

Mom put her hand on my arm and asked, “How are you holding up?”

“How do you think?” I responded.

“Everything will work out,” Mom told me, though she was probably trying to convince herself as much as she was me.

We talked as we ate, or at least, Mom talked, telling me a little more about some of the things that she and Aunt Dora had been up to back when they’d worked as partners. It would have been a little hard to believe, if I hadn’t already seen that Mom was a bit of a badass back at Aunt Dora’s house.

Eventually, we returned to the car, and the road. I got comfortable in my seat again, or at least, in a position where I was less uncomfortable than I could have been. And when I looked at my nails, I noticed that they were not only longer, but shaped into nice ovals, as though I’d just gotten a manicure. The only thing missing was the polish.

I stared at my hands for several seconds, glanced to the front seat to make sure Mom and Cliff weren’t watching me, then I poked my small but still growing breasts and sighed. Then, in order to try taking my mind off all this, I picked up my DS again and began to play.



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