Just some Soccer Mom horror content.
You awaken, cold, and naked, sprawled on a white tile floor. The last hours of consciousness are hazy, perhaps its all this whiteness that's making it hard to remember. You crawl to your feet, and turn around, taking in the brightly lit white room around you. There are no windows. No Door. You shiver, the cold floor sucking the warmth from your feet. You see your own pale body in a small mirror at one end of the room. Directly across from the mirror is a vacant television screen. Without warning a tile near the floor swings open with the whirr of a small motor. Something black and silky falls onto the floor. Before you can drop to your knees to investigate, the tile whirrs again and closes. You pound it with your first to no avail. You turn your attention to the garments on the floor, now the only items in the room. You pick up a pair of silky black panties and a matching bra. Women's clothes. You leave them on the floor, desperate to uncover just how you came to be in this strange room. You spend the next hour screaming, pounding, running your fingers along the edges of the floor... There's no way out, and the more you try, the colder it seems to be getting. You find yourself glancing longingly at the black undergarments on the floor. They wouldn't provide much warmth... but it would be something. You reach out, and pick up the panties once more. They do feel nice, almost warm to the touch. Reluctantly you pull them on, snapping tight around you waist. Instantly you feel a surge of warmth spreading through your nether regions. It's a magical feeling. Without thinking you pick up the bra. It doesn't make sense for it to be warm... but you can't deny the feeling you had when those panties touched your skin. You struggle momentarily, trying to clasp the bra around your chest. You wonder how much more flexible than men, women must be. Click. you've got it. The moment the bra was clasped the warmth you'd felt before spread to your chest. With a sudden hiss the television flickers to life. You whirl around to a yellow flashing screen. It blinks almost too fast to see, and you feel yourself drawn to it, slowly approaching. You can't seem to tear your eyes away. You think that perhaps you see words flickering in-between the flashes of yellow and white. maybe the tiniest hint of black. You draw closer, your face only inches from the screen. You can't seem to blink... and you're not sure you want to. You fill with a burning, aching desire to read the words on the screen. You feel a strange tingle begin to spread through your body as you peer deeply into the flashing pixels. Perhaps a surging, or a throbbing in your chest, and a strange soft suction between your legs. You feel your hips crack, and your hair brush your cheeks, and still you can't look away. You can hardly even move. without warning the Television shuts off. absentmindedly your wipe tears from you cheeks and blink rapidly. You look down at your body, terrified to check the mirror, but before you can, the tile whirrs and a purple garment drops to the floor. Suddenly you're cold again. Knowing that the mysterious garment will provide you with much needed warmth, you bend down and pick it up. It's a fitted athletic jacket. Fitted for... what you're turning into. Hiss. The TV is back on. This time you'e looking in the mirror, jacket only half zipped... and the flashing of the television seems almost slower in reflection. Peering closer, eyes beginning to tear, you think you can make out the words. Submit. Forget. Become. You still can't remember how you got here. you cant... you can't even remember your name. Submit. Forget. Become. You turn from the mirror and move slowly towards the screen once more, unable to control your own actions. Submit. Forget. Become. Soccer Mom. Soccer mom? You braw breath, terrified but unable to react, Who- And why would anyone want to turn you into a soccer mom... A strange fate, and a terrifying one. Although you feel your self slipping away with every passing moment you cannot break eye contact with the television as it swells to consume your entire world. SUBMIT. FORGET. BECOME. SOCCER MOM.
