((I suspected this would happen. x3 Oh well, may as well break the thick, thick ice. Anybody have a polar bear I can throw at it?))
"We'll be back by ten!" Amanda's mother called farewell as she and her husband packed up into the family SUV and headed out to an anniversary dinner. "Whatever," she muttered, flopping down on the couch. She rummaged around in the couch cushions before finding the remote and turning on the television. She chewed her dark blonde hair as a news story about another missing teen flashed up. "Won't this ever die down?" she grumbled, changing the station to some over-worked romantic comedy. She heard a creaking sound behind her and her brown eyes flicked to the door which was wide open.
"It's not even windy out," she muttered, getting up and lazily walking over to the door to close it. She turned to go back to the couch, only to come face-to-face with a tall man in a white lab coat. She raised her eyebrows quizzically, "I don't want whatever you're selling, so get out of my house or I'll have to call the police about a crazy door-to-door salesman who breaks into houses." The man just smiled at her remark and snapped his fingers. Large hands held a cloth over her mouth and nose and the substance slowly forced Amanda into unconsciousness.
"Experiment Number 55246, are you alright? Can you hear me?" The girl opened her eyes wearily, her senses groggy. "Yeah. I can hear you just fine." she muttered, slowly sitting up. "Perfect. Do you remember anything that happened to you?" A woman with a kind voice dressed in all white was looking at her kindly, a warm smile on her tanned face. "I can't remember anything, just something about 'Amanda' who is that?" The woman smiled, brushing a lock of brown hair behind her ear. "That's your name, sweetheart. I found you conked out outside, we find lots of people like that here. We don't have much free space so we just keep everybody in the part of this building that was once a jail. We don't like it to be called a jail though - we prefer you call it home."
"Home?" Amanda vaguely recalled something about a home, but before she could grasp it, she fainted. When she woke up again, the woman was gone and she was sitting in a cage suspended above a grated floor. "Where am I now?" she wondered aloud. She saw a clear gl*censored* window in front of her, like some kind of viewing booth. A man walked past it and glanced back before calling a few others to the window. They messed around with something that Amanda suspected was a control panel and suddenly fire was leaping out from the ground below her. Her cage slowly lowered and Amanda began to wonder if the scientists could see her in there. If this went on much longer, she'd surely be burned. She began to stress out and suddenly her clothes were ripping and her head was exploding from intense pain. Her bones dislocated and changed into impossible shapes and suddenly she was no longer a human, but an animal.
As soon as she'd changed forms, the fires stopped and her cage was raised. The viewing window opened and a man pressed a button on his mic. "Your transformation was a success, Amanda. We'd worried that you'd lost this normal ability when we found you p*censored*ed out, but it looks like everything is working fine. You see, you can only transform under extreme stress, so we had to do this to make sure that you were perfectly fine." Amanda breathed a sigh of relief, so this whole thing - a transformation, the man had called it - was normal for everybody. "You look like a perfectly healthy Puma shapeshifter. We'll take you to your new room when you change back into a human. Just slow your heart rate down and you'll be human again before you know it. There's some clothes out in the hallway for you, I'll shut the room's viewing down so you can change in privacy." With that, blinds covered the viewing window and Amanda was left alone.
((I hope that wasn't too long. x3 For once my writer's block wasn't mauling me.))
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