By all accounts, Erin Aleixandre was a normal girl. At 18 years old, she was a little short, but not too short. She wasnt terribly athletic, but wasnt out of shape either. She was fairly intelligent, but was also prone to day dreams. She didnt look too out of the ordinary, and didnt dress in any special way.
To most, she was just a typical girl. However, to Erica, Erin was anything but normal. Erin didnt know how Erica came to hold Erin in such contempt. All Erin knew was that, for many years now, Erica took a great pleasure in tormenting her in all sorts of ways.
It began when Erin was 12. She had just gotten back from Salsa lessons, still in her costume of a pink skirt and black leotard, when Erica first appeared in her room. The young girl nearly screamed when the older girl, who had to have been in her 20s at least, seemed to appear in her room in a flash of light.
Who-who are you? Erin asked.
The older woman smiled. Yes, yes, youll do fine. A little young, but youll grow.
Erin tilted her head to the side. What?
The woman looked down, smirking. Yes, I suppose it would be better to start you off younger, I think. Youll be used to it when your older.
Erin shook her head. Who are you?
The woman shook her head, No no, you dont speak now, Im analyzing you.
Erin shook her head again, What? Hey, this is
As she spoke, the woman waved her hand and Erin felt the wind get sucked out of her. She opened her mouth and coughed, but no sound came out. Her eyes widened as she looked up, seeing a small ball of light in the womens hand. The woman grinned, opening up her mouth and swallowing the ball.
I said, you dont speak now, the woman responded, but this time in Erins voice. Youll have your chance to speak girl.
Erins eyes widened and she turned, running to the door. The woman smirked. They always go for the door, she said, waving her hand.
Erin felt her legs go out from under her. Strangely, she never fell. Instead, her legs seemed to float up behind her, taking her body with them. She felt a strange stirring in her chest and stomach as she slowly turned in air to face the woman, who was walking toward her.
Theres no need to worry girl, youll live, the woman responded in Erins voice.
Erin suddenly began to feel a pushing on her stomach. She looked down to see her leotard beginning to push out. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to yell, but the older woman took a sock and stuffed it in the girls mouth. Erin looked down as she seemed to continue to swell out, her leotard beginning to reach its limits. Her skirt ripped, falling to the floor.
It wasnt just her torso that began to push out either. Her arms and legs were pinned to her side as they began to inflate. Soon, like a balloon, the girl was puffed out, her leotard just beginning to rip. Erin wanted to yell out, but couldnt make a sound.
Now, from what Ive heard, youre what, 12 now? Well, that limits things a bit, but, when youre 18, that pesky rule will be gone. Youll need to remember this, girl, because Im banking on you to become a challenge.
Erin had no idea what the woman was talking about. But, strangely enough, while her current state certainly felt weird, she wasnt in any pain, but it certainly wasnt comfortable by any means.
The woman looked down, still speaking in Erins voice. She put her hand on Erins back and pushed down, an action that sent Erin bouncing off of the floor. Well, that settles it, you should remember this day, and then when I come back, you can be prepared to give me a challenge.
She patted Erin on her head, which sent Erin bouncing again. The woman opened her mouth and the ball of light appeared in her palm. She took the sock out of Erins mouth and tapped the girl on the back of her head. There was a flash of light and Erin fell to the ground, back to normal. The young girl looked around, confused. She opened her mouth to yell, only to find that no voice came. The older woman grinned, shoving the ball of light back down Erins throat.
Youre going to be a lot of fun when you get older, girl, she said.
Erin coughed, looking up at the woman as she began to disappear. Who are you? she managed to stammer out, her voice hoarse from being stolen.
The woman grinned, You can call me, Erica. With the answer, she disappeared, leaving the young girl looking around, dazed and confused.
In the following years, Erin blacked out the event. By the time she turned 18, she had virtually no recollection of the event. However, as she was walking through a local park on her way home from classes, she felt a familiar bloating that brought it all back. She turned, but Erica was no where to be found.
Erica, on the other hand, was watching Erin, a smile crossing her face. She crossed arms and smiled, watching the girl remember her earlier encounter. This was going to be fun.