From Geek to Beast

Part 5

Allison stood in front of her closet, staring at the array of clothes that used to be her comfort zone. Her fingers hovered over her favorite oversized hoodie, the one that had always hidden the parts of her body she wasn't comfortable with. But now, she couldn't bring herself to touch it. It felt foreign, like it didn't belong to her anymore.

Her mind was still reeling from the shock of what had happened—what was happening. She had woken up to find herself completely transformed. Her body had changed overnight, and now nothing was the same. It wasn't just the weight loss, the slimness, the new vitality she felt in every step. It was the fact that none of her clothes fit anymore.

She tugged at the hem of her favorite t-shirt, the one she used to wear to school, and let out a frustrated sigh. The fabric, once loose and comfortable, now hung on her like a sack. Her jeans, which had always been a snug fit, were practically falling off her. She pinched the waistband, trying to gather the excess fabric, but it was no use. They were too big.

She threw them on her bed and grabbed another pair of pants, hoping they might work better. They were a size smaller—pants she hadn't been able to fit into for ages. But when she tried them on, they slid on like they were custom-made for her new body. Too loose in the waist, still baggy around her thighs.

"How is this even possible?" she muttered, her reflection in the mirror mocking her confusion.

Her eyes flickered over her wardrobe, trying to find something—anything—that would work. She scanned through her clothes: the oversized sweaters, the baggy shirts, the ill-fitting dresses she'd never dared to wear outside. Everything she owned had been tailored for the person she used to be. The girl who had always felt too big, too awkward, too invisible.

She pulled out a dress she'd bought on a whim a year ago—something she had always thought was cute but never had the courage to try on. It was a simple black dress, flattering but form-fitting in all the right places, and she'd always dreamed of fitting into it. But the size had been too small back then.

Now, she stared at it with disbelief, her fingers trembling as she pulled the zipper up the back and slid it on. It fit. Perfectly. Better than anything she had ever worn before. It clung to her new curves in a way that made her heart race, highlighting a silhouette she didn't recognize. Her skin, now clear and glowing, looked almost luminous in the soft black fabric.

She stood there for a moment, gazing at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the person staring back at her. The dress fit like it was made for her body—her new body. It was no longer just about the weight loss; it was about the transformation. Her posture was different, more confident, like she stood taller without even trying. The glow in her skin, the sharpness in her features, the feeling of strength beneath the surface—it was all new.

But it also felt... wrong. Not because of the changes, but because it didn't feel like her anymore. She wasn't sure who this new version of herself was, but she didn't know if she liked her. The girl in the mirror was someone she had always wanted to be, someone who could walk into a room and feel powerful, who could turn heads without even trying.

But that wasn't Allison Becka. Or, at least, it never had been.

"Mom!" she called down the stairs, hoping to distract herself from the strange unease creeping over her. "Can you come up here for a minute?"

Her voice was more steady than she had expected, but her hands were still shaking slightly as she adjusted the dress. She didn't know what she was expecting when her mom walked in, but she wasn't ready for the look of astonishment that crossed her face as she took in Allison's appearance.

Allison's mom, usually calm and collected, looked like she had seen a ghost. "Allison... I... you look... different."

"Yeah." Allison's voice cracked as she pulled at the fabric of the dress, tugging it down awkwardly. "It's... I don't know what happened. I don't know how this happened."

Her mother stepped closer, her eyes softening with concern. "It's like you're a completely different person."

"Tell me about it," Allison mumbled, rubbing her hand across her forehead. She wasn't sure if she should be thrilled or terrified. "I've been in here for what feels like hours, trying to figure out what to wear. None of my clothes fit anymore. It's like my whole body changed overnight."

Her mother paused, taking a deep breath. "Maybe... maybe we should see a doctor. This could be a side effect of the bite. I don't know how—"

"No!" Allison interrupted, shaking her head quickly. "I don't want anyone to see me like this. I don't want to go to a doctor. I don't know what's happening, and I don't know how to explain it."

Her mother looked at her carefully, like she was measuring every word. "I know this is a lot, sweetheart. But we need to figure this out. You're not... you're not the same person anymore."

Allison turned back to the mirror, her heart racing as she stared at the unfamiliar woman in the dress. The unfamiliar woman who, for the first time, looked confident, strong, and—dare she say it—beautiful.

But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was horribly wrong.