Radioactive Femininity TG - Part 2
Part 2 – “Electric Boobs On You”
I turned to smile at my friend in the other group. In answer to my smile, he brushed aside a sleek, straight curtain of beach sand blond hair from his face and wiggled his eyebrows like twisting, dusty comets.
When I turned back, Ramirez had a different face. I jerked away and gave a sudden yelp as though an insect had just zoomed for my face. Sophia followed me with a little gasp and a pained clench of her too-white teeth.
“What that fuck, man?!” was Salvador’s squinting response. What he didn’t realize was the height he’d gained back at the nurse’s office was beginning to recede from him again. Also, his ponytail, which once ended in a crumpled lump on his neck, now stretched straight over his shoulder with a dark, silken shimmer.
As for Ramirez, what I saw just wasn’t his face anymore. If you squinted and tried hard you could kinda push features around in