Misty had been taking the red pills for a while now. The poorly translated text on the bottle said "raise social awareness" and "identify social hiearchy", but she didn't care. The miracle pills turned the normally shy girl to a social wonder, the life of the party. Misty flirted with guys she never dreamed would notice her before, and made friends with girls who never acknowledged her prior. So what if they came from a shady guy in the park? She'd never had problems, other then an occasional tingling or an odd urge to roll down her car windows and feel the wind on her face. For tonights big party she had taken a larger dose, even though she had taken her usual two pills that morning, and it worked great. She even got in with that raver chick Sarah, who shared a bottle of some new stuff she assured Misty would make the party totally awesome. Misty popped one orange pill, and danced until it kicked in. The smells were the first thing, she could smell everything and everyone. She never knew so much could be in a single scent! And she could hear, each beat of the drum, as well as the tiny conversations in the dark corners of the hall were clear and rich like honey in her tea. Misty danced through the throng of people, enraptured by all the smells and sounds and touch, but soon the high started to fade. She needed more, and dipped into the ladies room for a quick pick me up and soon returned to the kaleidoscope of sensations.

The tips of her fingers tingled a bit, but she ignored it. When her ears started to do the same, she snuck a few more pills and it went away. She pounded away on the dance floor, enjoying it, adrenaline hiding her growing wooziness. The DJ paused the music for a moment to take requests, and Misty ducked out into ladies room once more for a quick drink. She felt lightheaded, but lapping up the water from the faucet cleared it enough that she noticed the tips of her ears sticking up from her hair. She stared at her reflection for a moment, big brown eyes where before they were blue, a big nose protruding, her pink tongue still dangling from her open mouth, WTF! She ducked out, scampering deeper into the back hallways until she found an unused coat room. The dizziness returned and she practically crawled on all fours the last few feet into the room before lying back on the floor. It felt better on the cool tile. She fished the bottles from her purse, looking for directions or a number to call, but everything was getting too hard, too heavy. With a canine whimper her arms fell to the floor and she faded from thought.

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