The green glow pulses against my skin as I adjust the belt around my waist, still not used to how it sits against these curves. Every movement feels different now - the way fabric clings, how my hair brushes my shoulders, the unfamiliar weight and balance of this body. I catch my reflection in the nearby window and pause, seeing a stranger wearing my determined expression.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I whisper, running fingers along the Omnitrix’s modified surface. The device hums with unstable energy, and I can feel it responding to emotions I don’t fully understand yet. Part of me wants to reverse this immediately, but there’s something else - a curiosity about what I’ve become, what I’m still becoming.
The transformation isn’t just physical. There are thoughts, impulses, ways of seeing the world that feel both foreign and strangely natural. I need help figuring this out, someone who won’t judge what I’ve become or what I might discover about myself in this form.