Reality overload Chapter 15: CACOON OF THE BUTTERFLY pt 1

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This was my life now... I was being bullied by a goddess. A literal goddess. Meanwhile my sister and best friend were practically vibrating with excitement, and I was over here trying not to keel over. My entire worldview was collapsing like soggy paper towel. "Guys... we had a game goddess show up IRL MIND YOU, and drop world‑lore Easter eggs, and all you can think about is how you have a new sister!?" I said, voice cracking as I tried to drag them back to reality. "Kris... I'm just trying to lighten the mood." Charlie stepped closer, hands on my shoulders, looking at me with this soft, worried affection that only made the panic worse. I exhaled shakily. "What am I going to do, Charlie...? It's all real. "It would've been better if it was all in my head. Better than being turned into some real‑world ice princess." Just my luck . I was champion of a goddess with a penchant for gender changing, and cryptic puzzles about world veils. Fantastic... "Hold the phone!!" Riley approached slowly, staring at me like I was a lab rat that had spontaneously grown wings. Her eyes were huge. "What... something wrong?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. "KRIS... your hair." Her voice was barely a whisper. "What about it?" I asked, but Charlie was already steering me toward the mirror. And then everything inside me dropped. "NO. NONONONO!?!?!? WHY IS IT CHANGING!?" "This can't be happening," I whispered, voice trembling. My hair was growing longer!!! Visibly longer brushing my chin, and the roots... the roots were turning pure white. Right in front of my eyes. I tore myself away from the mirror, staring at Charlie like she'd just told me my house burned down. "W‑well this is... not... I wasn't. I..." Words failed. My brain blue‑screened. Full system crash. Bricked. Then a horrifying thought hit me. "Oh no..." I bolted. I didn't explain. Didn't look back. I just ran. I needed a bathroom. I needed to check. My dignity, my manhood was on the line. "Kris, WAIT!!!" Charlie's voice faded behind me as I sprinted down the hall. I didn't care. I couldn't care. The corridor blurred, girls turning to stare as I flew past like a panicked ferret. THERE!!! A bathroom. Thank god. I slammed the door open, dove into the first stall, and yanked my pants down. I looked down purring to God that I was wrong. "OOOH THANK GOD." I cried. It was still there. My little buddy hadn't abandoned ship. The relief hit so hard my knees almost buckled. I let out a shaky, borderline hysterical breath. "H‑Hello...? Are you okay in there?" a girl's voice asked. I froze. A girl's voice. "Dammit..." I whispered. I hadn't even checked the sign. I was in the girls dorm. Of course this was a girls bathroom. If I got caught, I was socially dead. Buried. Cremated. Scattered to the wind. "Hello...? Are you still there?" she asked apprehensively. I had to answer. Had to sound normal. Had to sound... girly. "U‑Um... I'm okay!" I squeaked the only thing I could think of. "I just... forgot pads. It's fine. Thank you though." "Oh! I have some. One sec... here!" I hear rummaging from inside my stall. Then a hand slid a purple‑wrapped pad under the door. I died inside. I reached out and took it with the shame of a thousand suns burning across my face. "T‑Thank you..." "It's Cecilia, by the way." "Huh...?" "My name. Cecilia. Good thing I was here or you'd be stuck in here!" "Oh. Y‑Yeah. Thanks again... I'm Kris." I shoved the pad into my pocket, fixed my pants, and prepared to flee before the universe threw anything else at me. I stepped out. Cecilia stood there in pink‑and‑white floral pajamas, messy bun, soft smile. I thanked her again and headed for the exit . Wanting to hide in a deep dark hole. Only for two more girls to walk in at that very moment. Damn you universe. We all froze. Their eyes widened. "You...!!!" one of them gasped. My heart tried to escape through my ribs. I was done. Caught. Exposed. Arrest me, officer, I deserve it. Just take me away from here post haste. "Y