One fateful morning, you wake up to find nothing feels quite right. It starts when you can’t seem to smack your phone and silence the alarm as easily as normal, as if your arms are a little shorter. Then, trying to throw your legs out of the sheets to step out of bed, you trip over yourself and topple down onto the carpet below, dragging everything you’re touching with you - your blanket, pillows, your phone, and even the bed sheets, all stuck to your body in some way.

You land with a loud… squelch. Safe to say that’s not normal, but you’re too distracted trying to peel your bedroom contents from your green body. Also! Your body’s green. A light green, with lighter bits of green swishing around inside you. Oh, and you toppled out of bed so unceremoniously because you have no legs. They seem to have fused together, or shrivelled up, or something, because you look less like yourself and more like a slug-taur.

You need a mirror, stat! So, you try to slither your way over to the one on your dresser… except you don’t budge an inch. Your “foot” appears to be stuck to the carpet. You try to peel the bed spread away from your body and shake your hand to get your phone free, but instead, everything just sinks further into your body. The pillow and sheets are half-absorbed, while the phone is entirely consumed, stuck somewhere in your torso by now.

It takes a few minutes too many to get over to the mirror - you try to crawl with your arms, but they just get stuck to the carpet too, but you find that you can stretch yourself out quite a bit, reaching for the dresser and pulling yourself along with great effort.

Finally, you manage to stick yourself to the dresser and inch yourself up it to get a good look in the mirror, and if you weren’t firmly stuck to the dresser, you might have fallen back in shock. A strange, green creature stares back at you, copying your every move. Several appendages hang from your head, drooping and swinging about as you turn it - perhaps some kind of antennae. Your arms are stubby and lack fingers entirely, and your eyes are a light green with thin pupils. Within your head, you can see a darker green object, round and smooth… what is that? Your brain, maybe? There’s a much larger one spanning from your torso to the end of your… body? Foot? Tail? There are smaller ones in your arms and antennae as well. And your body seems to be… oozing. Dripping. Globs of slime of various sizes hang about from several parts of your body, from your antennae to your arms to even your chin.

You seem to have turned into a soda slime, you think, as you watch what look like small bubbles float about in your torso. This is… undesirable. Soda slimes are very sticky creatures, and have to learn how to control their stickiness if they have any hope of living their lives without getting stuck to everything they touch. And you realise that you have no control over your stickiness yet, as one arm is firmly stuck to the mirror and the other has fused with your cheek. You try to pull any part of your body free from the dresser, the mirror, and even yourself, but to no avail. You’re just kind of… stuck. For now, at least.

You curse yourself. “Oh, this is not goooood,” you say out loud to no-one in particular, noticing the “oo” in good had been dragged out, like you were a snake using the letter S. Your voice is a little nasally and high pitched, kinda cute even, but that’s the least of your worries right now. You’ll have to work out how to control your stickiness if you ever want to leave your room, let alone figure out how to fix this.

From within your slimy body, your phone vibrates. You want to reach and grab it, but your hands are predisposed, and you’re not sure you can just pull stuff out of yourself anyway. The phone stops ringing, and starts again after half a minute. You realise you have voice control active, and tell your phone to answer the call.

“Um, hi…” The speaker is muffled, but the voice is unmistakable. It’s yours. “My name’s Lime, and uh, I think I’ve turned into you.”

You tell this Lime person that the same has happened to you. They seem panicked as they hear their voice responding to them, and you try to calm them down - after all, you could really use their help getting unstuck right now. You give Lime your address, and they say they’re on their way as soon as possible - once they figure out the whole walking thing.

The conversation ends, and you return to waiting, still hopelessly stuck to the mirror, staring at your new face. Like, you’re pretty cute now, there’s no denying that! But being a soda slime sounds too cumbersome. Hopefully you can fix this - you’re not sure you want to spend the rest of your life worrying about accidentally adhering yourself to everything, and dragging out your “oo” sounds like a big gooooof…