"Dalia," she said, the honorific of 'Sister' conspicuously absent. "Your privileges as a member of the sisterhood are withdrawn," Celeste told Dalia, who knew that she was now fully a soft body at least for the moment.
Dalia suddenly exhaled, then inhaled...she could feel a million new sensations...the world erupted in glorious vivid color. She touched her face, feeling soft skin. The Sisterhood seemed to be focused on Carly as she moved toward the mirror to see herself.
She had seen herself many times, but the vision in the mirror was different. A blond human, dressed in a white lace top and dark blue jeans, with long blonde hair styled in loose waves. She gently pulled on the hair and confirmed it was attached to her scalp.
Dalia experimentally rotated her arms, then neck, then moved her legs, a small satisfied smile appeared on her face as she enjoyed how flexible everything was, even her mouth. She ran her fingers down the sides of her top...feeling the softness of the fabric, amazed at the level of sensation. "Oh, my.." She inhaled again.
She pushed herself to composure. She really wanted to gloat, but this was not the audience for that. She moved to approach Carly.
For Carly, it had been the opposite. She could sense not only her joints, and her vision, but it felt like her whole self was rigid. She felt oddly calm and composed. When Dalia approached her, she looked at her. A thought came to her mind...did Dalia like the clothes she was wearing? Where had that come from?
Dalia spoke, and Carly could see her mouth open and close as she did. "Isn't this as it should be for you, Carly?" Dalia commented. "This is where you belong. And I have a world to experience. At least, once the other soft bodies find out I am inside."
