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I was in the middle of my usual routine—sitting on the couch, feet up, scrolling through my phone—when I realized I hadn't eaten all day. "Hey," I called out, not even looking up. "Go get me food. The usual spot. Hurry up, I'm starving." I heard her shuffle toward the door, that quiet little footsteps she always made, like she was trying to take up as little space as possible. Pathetic. I loved it. "Don't take too long," I added, finally glancing up just to watch her flinch. "And get extra sauce this time. You forgot last time. Fucking useless." She nodded quickly, eyes down, and slipped out. I went back to my phone. Minutes passed. Then more minutes. I started getting annoyed. How long does it take to walk two blocks? Then I felt it. A tingle in my fingers. Then heat. Then pain—sharp, crawling up my arms, spreading through my chest. I looked down and watched my hands shrink. Watched my skin soften. Felt my shoulders narrow, my height disappear, my voice die in my throat when I tried to scream. I stumbled to the mirror. Someone else stared back. Smaller. Softer. Wrong. I heard the door open behind me. Heard her footsteps stop. Silence. Then— "Baby?" her voice, soft, confused. "I got your food. Extra sauce, just like you said." I turned around slowly. She stood there, holding the bag, staring at me. At... this. The bag hit the floor. And something in her eyes changed.