Christen finds out that her life may not be as berry free as she may think.  (This story is currently in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on Feb 1st.)

Christen sighed as she walked into Greg’s dressing room. “Ugh, he is very, very odd.” She closed the door behind her. “Still better than my last boss. I hope his business is taking a dive right now for what he tried to have me do.” Gurgggle. “Ugh, I need some food in me and stat.” She clutched her chest. “Ugh, my chest feels like it is doing jumping jacks.”

             She picked up a piece of bread off the table and sighed. “Well, I hope that this will help.” As she raised the bread to her lips, Christen gasped. “Oh my god!” She suddenly dropped the food to the ground and spread her fingers apart. “It can’t be. It just can’t.” She held her right hand up to her face as she watched her hand slowly turn blue. “Not again. I was cured. I was cured!” Gurrggglle!

             Christen winced as she felt her belly vibrate, and she could feel juice press against her skin. “No, no, no. I was ready for this to end.” She ran her blue fingers through her hair. “I am done being a blueberry. Done, I say.”

             She turned her head as there was a knock at the door. “Umm, Christen? Greg is ready for you. So can you please come with me?”

             Christen looked in the mirror, her eyes widening as she saw her blue face. “I can’t come out.”

             “He said you have to. And if you won’t, I will drag you out.”

             Her cheeks turned purple. “Umm, no. I won’t have that.” Christen ran over to the door. “I will come out when I am good and ready.”