Ramona was driving her car on the highway into town. It was part of her daily routine. She liked the drive through the open country and its open fields. Ramona knew that she should either get a new job or a new address. Otherwise, over an hour of her day was spent in her car simply commuting. But, Ramona was too stuck in ways and routines to want any real change.
However, what was not part of her routine, was the car parked in the middle of the four-lane highway. The driver couldn’t even get the car onto the curb. At least the hazard lights were on. Ramona slowed down and turned her hazard lights on in kind.
As Ramona coasted closer to the out-of-place, stopped vehicle, she passed through the maximum range of Jon’s morphing power. She moved to push the brakes further. But, for an unknown reason, her foot did not reach the pedals. She looked down and saw her deflated leggings. Her legs had become inexplicably shorter. Ramona glanced back up and saw that the parked car was much closer. A collision was inevitable if she did not stop. Unable to reach the brake pedal and reacting quickly, Ramona applied the emergency brakes.
Her car started skidding. It drifted sideways and was slowing down. But, it wasn’t enough as Ramona's passenger door slammed in the back of the other car. The impact rattled Ramona and the other driver. Thankfully, she had slowed her own car down enough to prevent any major injuries.
Cursing, Ramona rolled up her half-empty leggings. Instead of her foot, she revealed a hand. Astonished, she continued to bunch up the fabric to reveal a whole arm. She did the same with her other leg. Her panic rose and saw that it, too, had been replaced by an arm.
Ramona saw another car approaching on the highway out of the corner of her eye. She unbuckled and rushed out of the car. She landed awkwardly on her new feet. She was much shorter without her proper legs. She waved at the oncoming truck to get it to stop. So that, whatever had just happened to her, would not happen to them.
The truck got closer. She could make out the faces of the front seat. The driver was a stocky male and the passenger was, presumably, his wife. Then, suddenly, the wife’s head vanished.
The truck abruptly stopped. The man cried out using God’s name. Even though the truck was still a fair distance away, Ramona could clearly make out his terrified expletives. The man carried his headless wife out of his truck. His wife’s head has disappeared. In its place was a cover of smooth skin. The husband and wife struggled to remove her top. Once it was removed, her face could be seen attached to her back and between her shoulder blades.
Ramona turned around to the car she had crashed into. She went to check on the driver. “Are you okay?” She asked.
“Help me,” a voice cried out. She was also female. “I can’t open the door.”
Ramona walked closer. Walking on her transformed legs was awkward and inefficient. She saw the woman in the driver’s seat. She had been changed in a similar way. Her arms were much thicker and longer than they should be. THe feet that had replaced her hands struggled to open the door latch.
Ramona opened the car door. The woman crawled out and collapsed onto the pavement, bawling her eyes out. “What’s happened to me?” she whispered. Her voice was weak and feathery. She stared at her new ‘hands’ with fear in her eyes.
“I don’t know...” Ramona responded. Her voice was similarly strained.
