A Whole New Me...Again?! [Solo]

This was a whole new experience for Agnes. Professor Grey had warned her about it not long after she started to stay here in the mansion. Said that people who had been deaged would retain mutant abilities, however they had evolved during the time that had grown. Agnes’ powers were familiar but there were certainly some upgrades during the time she had lost. The wings were a surprise. The wings were new, but she had more problems at hand than she had thought. Thank goodness for the file the Mansion staff had on her.

It seemed that her powers rotated and to rotate, she was required to go through a type of cocooned phase. There were some pretty solid descriptions, even photographs, and it certainly didn’t look like a fun thing to partake in. But at least when the time came, she was more prepared for it than she thought it was. It was especially helpful that she lived alone. She couldn’t imagine how a roommate would react to seeing this.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t caught off guard. Just last night the hunger had started, than strained search for sugar and sweets. The second that she felt it, she pilfered as many sweet snacks from the pantry as she could get away with. After locking herself in her room, she felt her baser instinct take over. She was a blur as she had consumed and consumed, and consumed until, in the dead of night, she crawled into bed and promptly passed out, awaiting the dawn of a new day.

Though she couldn’t exactly see the light, Agnes could feel it as it poured over her cocooned body. Weakly her fingers strained, clawing at the casing, over and over again, applying more pressure until she was finally able to puncture her fingers through the surface. Once she got that whiff of fresh air, it spurred her on to continue. Eventually she pushed up and through the opening, sitting up in a pile of goop, cracked carapace, and the decomposed, melted concoction of her former body.

Disgusting but now wasn’t the time to be grossed out by her own abilities. Shakily she crawled her way out of the casing, planting her feet upon the floor. Her steps were weak but she managed to keep herself upright. She knew that her wings would be gone but she couldn’t fully remember what was next in the rotation. With a groan she staggered to her bathroom, trying to shake the buzzing in her mind. She felt so weak. She didn’t remember reading that she would feel so absolutely drained.

Once in the bathroom, she recoiled at the taste in her mouth and prompted slipped to the sink, retching and vomiting gunk into the sink. Ugh. She shook. That was even more gross. But as she lifted her gaze to the mirror, she weakly stared at her face...and spotted the two protruding antennae that were now nestled upon her forehead. She snorted. Of course. No wonder things smelled so much worse.

Okay. So. Antennae for a month. She could live with that. She turned, aiming for the shower when a shine of iridescence caught her eye. Large sapphire eyes turned back to the mirror. There they were, her wings. They were still there! That...didn’t make any sense. She reached over her chest, trying to touch them, to make sure that they were real, but when she did, she noted that there was a protruding stinger now sticking out of the palm of her hand.

Yeah this wasn’t anything like what she read! What was going on? It took several moments for her to catch her breath before she slipped into the shower and washed the gunk off thorough. Who was that school guidance counselor again? Taylor? She would see her. Surely she or Ms. Grey could figure out what was going on.