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Lara slammed her door shut and threw herself onto her bed. That was the LAST FUCKING TIME she was gonna put up with that arse of a boss she had.

Lara had always hated her dead-end job. Sadly, it was the only way she could afford to pay her rent and bills. If putting up with her overly giggly co-workers and shouty boss meant she didn’t starve to death, then so be it. But surely, surely there was some way to life other then this? Surely there were people out there who did something over then working to the bone in some crappy dead-end job under overbearing bosses.

It was pitch black by the time Lara made her way home, thanks to winter. Her curtains were still slightly open though, thanks to the fact Lara had just thrown herself onto the bed straight away without bothering to check it. Through the sight gap, a tiny slick of moonlight touched her face. Lara lifted her face up and turned around, seeing a full moon sting her eyes.

A thought crossed Lara’s mind. If she could, would she run away to a place beyond America? Beyond…Earth?! What if she lived on the moon? That sounded amazing at first, but then grey rocks and no animals would get boring really quickly. Maybe she should stick to finding a better place on Earth. Maybe Scandinavia or Holland or something like that. A girl can only dream.

As Lara slipped away into dreamworld, a slight tingling started at her fingertips. Her skin, milky white from never going outside due to her job and stress, was becoming to show a more…brown side. Like she’d placed her fingers in a tanning bed. The brown colour moved down past her fingertips, spreading to her whole hand. Her palm looked as if someone stuck 5 chocolate bars in the snow. Lara snapped back out of dreamworld to take a look at her hand. “Wh…what?!!” she muttered. She’d not touched direct sunlight for weeks. How could her hand be so dark!? Her eyes suddenly went to her wrist, which was being infected with the brown skin. “Hey hey!” Lara yelled, trying to make the best out of her incredibly strange situation. “Free tan!”

Lara’s feet tingled as well. That gorgeous “fake” tan that was spreading thorough her body had now started in her feet. Her toes were tinted with the beautiful brown skin, and the body hair on them fell off. Her feet grew out from the sides, causing the seams of her shoes to tighten. “Why…my shoes…” Lara muttered. At the soles of her shoes, something even more unusual began to happen. The soles of her shoes, just a dull brown in colour, were slowly taken over by some grey gooish thing. As it spread, the leather bottoms were converted into pure metal, causing them to clank whenever they hit the ground. Lara carefully lifted her shoes up to the ground, before plonking them back down again. Somehow this was becoming more difficult.
The top of her shoes suffered the same fate, as the white bit covering her toes turned a dark grey and the upper half turned a shade of lighter grey. Her socks completely disappeared, and she let out a little scream as her bare feet were exposed to the cold. She grabbed at her feet, trying to remove these new shoes, but no matter how hard she tried, they wouldn’t come off, as if they were part of her body. After some amount of pulling and tired muscles, she lay down, her heart racing and her body aching. Lara considered herself fairly fit, so she had no idea how moving normally cost so much energy.

Lara’s blueish jeans began to change colour, turning a weird middleish grey; not too dark, but not too light either. At the sides of her thighs, the thread seemed to rip open, but didn’t reveal the skin underneath. Instead, the black thread underneath stayed exposed, and thin grey lines around an inch apart appeared and stretched across the gap, giving her jeans a very unique design. The same thing happened over her knees, as the fabric ripped, and the little grey lines appeared. Lara rubbed the lines in her jeans, noticing how they felt quite mentally (they did look quite a bit like metal.)

“Hmmm.” She said to herself. “’Ana ‘uhibu hadha alnawea.”   She covered her mouth just after those words came out. What the fuck was that?! That defiantly wasn’t English. At that moment, her mind inserted something. Ar…Arabic. She was speaking Arabic. But how? She was easily the whitest girl ever. Unless…that wasn’t her getting a nice tan. She was turning into an actual Arab girl.

“Make it stop!” Lara cried. “Please!” But the universe didn’t listen and kept on changing her. Her arms, which didn’t seem to have been affected by her hands darkening were slowly being consumed. “I don’t wanna be…Arab…” she whimpered, under the fact of becoming a different race. Her green eyes began to sting, and brown tinges appeared in them. “No, please!!! My eyes!!” Tears began to well up in Lara’s eyes as they turned brown, making her look more and more Arab by the minute. “Tawaqaf ean dhalika!”  she cried again, her voice losing its American tone.

Lara’s shirt tightened itself around her curves, and beyond the tips of her chest it turned black, including her sleeves. Inwardly from her abdomen her shirt turned the same metallically grey her shoes did, but it didn’t seem to turn into metal. Instead, it seemed to become this soft, smooth material. Above her chest, from her left shoulder to her right armpit, a thick red stripe appeared, about 5 inches thick, with a thinner blue stripe underneath it.

As the final kick to poor Lara, her beautiful brunette hair which she spent so long taking hair of was invaded by strains of black hair, making her look like the vast majority of boring people. The blackness eventually drove the brunette out, leaving her with completely black hair. At the hairline near her eyes, her hair was treated with purple colouring, making her seem like a crazy stereotypical Tumblr SJW. At this point, physically, there was no more Lara, leaving only some tearful Arabic girl.
“Lara’s” entire body crumpled to the floor. Even moving her arm was complete AGONY that required immense energy. Breathing was laboured, and she could only manage by heaving. It was as if she was being clamped down by the machine they use for clamping cars. Her heartbeat was strained, and all she could do was look around in horror, her pupils dilating with fear.

“Some…body…help…me” came a whine. Her voice had gone total Arab and no sign she was ever American remained. Her mind was being overran by Arabic, but English remained where it was, her now being capable of speaking 2 languages. Take that, American education system.

Memories began to float “Lara’s” head, memories that didn’t seem to make sense. The idea of a crappy job that didn’t pay the bills somehow mysteriously remained, but many other parts were changing around. Wait…why was she on Earth?!? She hadn’t been here since she was 6. She was a lunar gal through and through. Earth…gravity…too strong…hurty. She’d need to be in a centrifuge or something to adjust.

Everything around her began to change. Her small, scrapy one bedroom flat began to evolve, becoming even smaller and tighter, to the point were standing up as a woman of average height resulted in a WALLOP to the head.

“Ana…Jazj.” Exited her mouth. Lara was technically there, but now Jazz mostly had control, taking over when situations confused Lara. She pulled out her Gizmo, reading a thing popping up on the screen.

“PAYMENT: 16,000G. ACCEPT?”

Damn it. Being a porter just doesn’t pay the rent sometimes.