Chapter Credit:  Pillas

 “Jon” more light  “Jon, can you hear me” a voice said

Opening his eyes, it took a few moments to realize where he was.   Staring up, he could tell he was lying on his back, looking up at the  ceiling of the ER room on compound.

He sat up with a start. “Shit! Von Crucial…the Tomes.” He said remembering what had happened a short while ago.

He felt two hands gently push him back down on the gurney.  “Go easy  man” a familiar voice said.  It was Dr. Jackson looking at him with  concern.

“My team” he asked  “are they ok?”

“Yes, they’re fine, considering…”

“Considering what?” he said, growing worried.  After all he had witnessed what Von Crucial could do first hand.

“We need to talk” Dr. Jackson said

“About what?  What happened to my people?”

Looking around the room, he could see his team, each on separate beds,  some appeared to be sleeping, others were awake and appeared to be ok,  if not shaken up.  Across from him was officer Joy Peal, 22, just out of  school and his newest member.  She was sitting upright, her read hair  down on her shoulders and she seemed to be staring blankly down at her  legs that were covered beneath a white sheet.

At first, she seemed un touched by whatever dubious action Von Crucial  had performed on them but a closer look started to reveal what had been  done to them.  The form under the sheet seems to be out of proportion.   She was an average height woman, standing about 5’6, but according to  what he was seeing, her legs seemed to extend down the bed, almost to he  end of the mattress ending in what seemed to be two large feet…too  large for a woman.

Instinctively he looked down at his own legs, covered also with a white  sheet and gasped.  Throwing the sheet aside, he stared in awe and horror  at what he was seeing.

“My legs, what happened?” he said staring down at his lower body with  the two shortened appendages and small, almost child like black boots on  the feet.   Following his legs up, he saw also how the pants seemed to  hug his form and were snug against his hips and waist… and crotch.   Trying to remain calm he reached down and patted his stomach, down the  front of the pants

“We need to talk” Dr. Jackson said