currently receiving physical therapy for a muscle strain in my leg.
Part of the treatment consists of lying on my stomach with my leg connected
to a machine that uses electric current to induce muscle contractions.
The current makes my foot twitch involuntarily and rhythmically from
side to side at 5 second or so intervals. While lying on the examination
table, feeling my foot repeatedly twitch without my making it happen
- or being able to prevent it from happening, it was easy to imagine
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the clinic's director is personally overseeing my treatment. She tells
me transduction therapy is guaranteed to make me feel like a completely
new person. She wraps a large pad around my right leg below my knee.
The pad is connected by a coiled wire to a small machine on a cart next
to the platform I'm lying on. Circe sets the machine’s intensity,
frequency and timer, then saying she has another client waiting for
an acupuncture treatment, she leaves the
room, closing the door behind her.
treatment begins and the sensation is quite pleasant - extremely relaxing,
in fact. I can feel the machine’s effect spreading up from my right
leg, along that side of my body, and gradually working its way over towards
the left. It’s only when I glance at
my right arm and notice the scaly skin and growing claws that I realize
something is wrong - seriously wrong! A pressure building up in the seat
of my gym shorts suddenly gives way with the
sound of ripping fabric, and I realize that I’ve grown - and
I’m still growing - a large, bulky tail!
begin yelling for help in an increasingly gravelly, deepening voice, but
none of the clinic’s other clients can hear me through the dense
soundproofed door. I try to reach behind me to unstrap the device from
my leg, but it’s no use - the machine’s stimulations have
relaxed me into immobility. Minutes go by as my transformation continues,
and continues, and continues... I feel my tail
thump down upon the examining table’s padded surface, and as
it continues to grow, dangling off the end of the table. My cries for
help, still unanswered, devolve into wordless bellows.
the machine’s timer bell sounds a dainty ‘ding.’ The
device turns itself off and my leg’s rhythmic twitching comes to
a halt. At the same moment the door opens and Circe enters. She sees the
results of my transduction therapy and smiles. “Mr. Comus, you’ve
responded wonderfully; in fact, I think you’re ready for
the next part of your treatment -" she opens a second door in the
room; on the other side is a mysterious and strangely inviting mangrove
swamp "- total environmental immersion." The sight and scent
of it triggers something deep in my mind, and I find myself slithering
off the examination table and clambering towards the doorway. I
cross its threshold and slip beneath the water’s surface. Only
my eyes and nostrils break the surface. As my tail undulates behind me,
effortlessly propelling me through the water, I feel completely at home.
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