My name is Natasha Xander. Or... it used to be. That feels like it was another life. Back before my humanity was taken from me. Allow me to explain if I can... This is my only memory of what happened while I was their captive. And parts of it are still fuzzy, so I'll leave those out. How I got there and how I got out, are among the memories I've long forgotten. It's my only clue as to what really happened. And it's barely a piece to the puzzle I can't even summon the will to solve. But I'll tell you what I can recall, if you're still fearless enough to listen...
My eyelids fluttered as consciousness slithered back into my body and mind. I felt... numb. Moving felt tiresome and slower than usual. It was as if I had been submerged in a lake of syrup. There was no force like gravity to tell me what direction was down or up. I could feel pressure bearing down on me. Especially around my face, where it felt like something was clamped around my skull like a vice.
Feeling around with my hands, I confirmed that there was something clamped around my own head as if I were Tom Hardy or something.
It felt like a large claw.
I snapped open my eyes and was quickly in for a shock.
My entire body was indeed submerged in a small tank, filled with some sort of purplish substance. It was thick and limited my vision.
This tank wasn't very big, and beyond the transparent walls of it, I could see... something...
My eyes widened and I started moving erratically, trying to swim forward and get a better look at who or what was behind the glass. (If it was glass)
But every time I got remotely close and started to see outside better, my body was tugged back by the claw wrapped around my head.
I struggled and tried to remove it, but I started to realize that this claw had what looked like a hose connected to it and leading out of the tank.
It was feeding me air!
If I tore it off, I might drown.
But it didn't look like any oxygen tube I'd ever seen. It looked organic. And it felt like it was alive...
The thought gave me more than the creeps, and I began wondering just who the hell my captors were and what they wanted.
Why were they keeping me naked in a tank of... stuff, and feeding me air?
Part of me didn't want to know...
I tried to cover myself in a pathetic effort to feel less vulnerable and watched the shadowy figures outside of the tank. Whether they were human or not, there was no way for me to tell. Or... Actually I'm pretty sure they weren't human now. But at the time, I was under the impression that if been abducted in my sleep by a bunch of rich perverts with weird technology. Sadly, that wasn't the case.
The creatures' forms were so distorted by the liquid I was swimming in that they could have been shape-shifters for all I knew. Their silhouettes kept changing.
They started speaking to one another. But the sounds of their dialogue were so muffled that I couldn't understand a word.
If they were in fact speaking English, that is. Probably not...
Hearing what sounded like a splash, I kicked my legs and spun around to see what the culprit was.
It was then that I screamed into the claw on my face, sounding like the scared little girl I used to be, when I saw them.
A pair of living tubes, similar to the one feeding me oxygen were slinking through the water like a pair of serpents.
I spastically kicked and flailed my arms, doing my best to propel myself away from them.
But as it did before, the organic breathing tube simply dragged me back to the center of the tank where my mysterious captors apparently wanted me.
The tubes both split open at the ends, now looking like pincers with holes at the center.
I groaned in pain as they began spraying my skin. It burned wherever they sprayed it, starting at my toes and slowly climbing up my feet to my ankles.
I did my best to kick them away from me or avoid them. But they kept their distance and followed my movements perfectly, never having to stop what they were doing.
It reached my thighs, and I was starting to give up as the burning sensation seemed to lessen. Though it still hurt like a mother...
I'd finally started observing what the "sprayers" were in fact doing to me.
My vision still wasn't perfect. But it appeared that the skin on my legs was a different color. They looked black, but the liquid I was dunked in made everything appear to have a purplish tint.
As the living hoses began spraying my lower abdomen, I curiously lifted one of my changed legs so that I could closer examine it.
It didn't feel like skin anymore. The surface of my legs felt hard, not soft like a human's body. More like armor. Smooth, but almost metallic.
"What are they spraying me with?!" I wondered.
The sprayers had finished my torso, coating each of my breasts individually before splitting up and making their way along my arms.
As I watched their progress, I was perplexed as they finished my fingers. They moved away from my arms and continued their work elsewhere as I stared at my finished hand.
It was blurry, but I could feel that something was wrong. My hand felt different.
I held held it closer to her face, trying to get a better look.
However, when I did, I no longer recognized my own hand.
My hand was coated in the same substance as my legs, and still had the same general shape, with one obvious change of course. My fingers were freaking claws!
They were long as hell, and sharp enough to gut the thickest hide like a baked potato.
I couldn't imagine my hands looking any other way now... but to my young self back then, it felt foreign and wrong...
A look over my shoulder revealed that the hoses had released a large amount of whatever they were spraying over the base of my spine and it had solidified into a long tail. It may not have been part of my physical body, but the artificial tail responded and moved as if I'd been born with the thing.
The end of it was pointed, though not sharp enough to stab or cut anything. But it did have an odd line going down the middle of it.
I continued messing with it and watched as the end of it split open, looking almost identical to the creepy hoses that were already spraying me!
More than anything at the time, that alarmed me.
Whatever they were spraying me with, I knew then that it was... turning me into a monster.
They'd started coating my neck at this point. I knew that I had to get out before my entire skin was coated, but with the claw around her head, that wouldn't be possible.
I grasped the oxygen tube and started pulling, but it barely budged.
The spray was coating the underside of my chin!
Using all the strength I could find, I finally managed to pry the claw off my face. It immediately tried to grab me again but I used my new claws and cut it to pieces with her claws.
But now, unfortunately, I couldn't breathe.
And bubbles of air escaped my mouth as my lungs filled with the liquid.
I started to close my eyes. The last thing I saw as consciousness escaped me, was a pair of fang filled jaws closing over her face.
But that experience would be a mere dream, compared to the nightmare awaiting me when I woke up...
Thursday, September 17th, 2015, 7:19 AM
Natasha sat up with a gasp as she awoke from the nightmare, her body soaked with sweat. She tried to catch her breath and calm herself. But the more she observed, the more distressed she felt.
The first thing she perceived, was her feeling of touch. She was naked, and lying uncomfortably on the roughly paved ground. And an unusual garment that felt like a sheet of latex was draped across her. Natasha stretched the garment to cover herself as she shakily rose to her feet.
Next, her senses of sight and hearing came into better focus, and she picked up the symphony of sounds that made up a typical morning in Manhattan.
Cars screeching to a halt in traffic, honking, sirens, and the chatter of humans speaking to each other.
Thankfully, she wasn't in the middle of the crowds.
Instead, she was sitting in an alley between buildings. A dumpster had blocked her from sight while she was sleeping.
"This is bad..." she thought to herself.
"I need to call Mom... she could pick me up and spare me the embarrassment of going into public like this. But where the hell's my phone?!"
Being naked, she wasn't wearing anything with pockets.
She looked around, hoping to find it laying where she woke up or something.
Natasha even held out the strange sheet she was wearing and shook it out, praying her phone would come tumbling out. But it didn't.
"Shit..." she hissed under her breath.
Taking notice of the sheet again, Natasha couldn't help but sense something... off about it.
It's color was a midnight shade of purple so dark it could easily be mistaken for black at a glance. She didn't know what it was made of, but it felt like latex.
Except... it was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was vibrating.
Tingling in sync with her own pulse.
Natasha immediately dropped it at the very thought that it might be alive.
She crouched behind the dumpster and watched the sheet with a close eye.
Waiting for the slightest twitch.
But it never came.
Raising an eyebrow, Natasha leaned forward and reached a hand towards the bundle of odd fabric. She poked her finger into it, feeling its surface.
This time, it felt different... Almost sticky.
It felt like it was shifting and tightening around her finger. Like it was seeking out her skin.
Finding the sensation too weird for her, Natasha jerked her arm away, but ended up dragging the sheet with.
"Gah!!!" she exclaimed.
Seeing it move so quickly with her hand made her believe it was jumping at her. But she quickly realized it wasn't.
Calmly, she removed her finger and let out a sigh.
Whether it seemed weird or not, Natasha needed to use it.
She had no choice but to go in public in order to get home, or at least get to a phone.
And there was no way in hell hat she'd be doing so naked.
This sheet of weird material was the only option she had in terms of covering up.
At least it was better than nothing...
With a deep breath, Natasha grabbed the sheet and stood up. Wrapping it around her was easy given how big it was. But nothing changed the fact that she'd be naked in public.
As she stepped towards the sidewalk and passing pedestrians who had yet to take notice, she could feel her cheeks growing as red as her hair.
Natasha tried to remain calm, but she freaked out when the sheet began to shrink and tighten over her body. By the time she was almost out of the alley, it no longer looked like a sheet. It looked like body-paint, leaving little to the imagination.
Embarrassed, she turned around and ran back into the alley, jumping behind the dumpster.
The sheet had become impossibly tight, though it didn't feel uncomfortable, and as soon as she stretched it away from her skin, it relaxed into its original form.
But once it touched it touched her skin, it was back to its tight and revealing form.
"Great..." Natasha grumbled.
Giving it a second try, Natasha peeked out of the alley.
She did her best, to keep the sheet loose and touching as little of her as possible.
An unsuspecting pedestrian was walking by who looked kind enough to offer her help.
Leaning out, Natasha waved gently to get his attention.
"Excuse me, sir. Can I use your phone real quick? I need to call my Mother and tell her to come get me. I'm kinda...naked under her." she explained.
The man looked to be in his forties and after listening to her request, his eyes widened and he nodded.
"Uhh... sure. Gimme a sec." he said as he dug into his pocket for the device.
Finally he pulled it out and handed it to Natasha, who took it with her right hand, using her left hand to hold the sheet up. If it really needed her help to stay on.
After she swiped through the menu and found the phone app, she started punching in her Mother's phone number.
Meanwhile, the man whose phone she was using, stared at her, and made an expression as if he'd just realized something.
"Wait a minute... haven't I seen you before somewhere?" he asked.
Looking up from the screen, Natasha quickly looked the man over and shook her head when she couldn't recognize him.
"I don't think so..."
She returned her attention to the phone and finished typing in the number, when the man snapped his fingers.
"That's it! You're that Xander girl. The one I've been seeing on the news lately!" he smiled, proud of remembering a face from the news.
Natasha froze before pressing the call button as she heard the man say her last name.
"Huh?! What do you mean the news?!"
"Miss... You've been missing for almost a week! Everyone's looking for you."
After a quick phone call, Natasha had alerted her worried mother. And no more than five minutes later, she could hear the rapidly approaching siren of her mother's police cruiser. Waiting in the alley, Natasha had taken off the sheet and left it sitting next to her in a folded pile. She was grateful that her mother would be bringing a change of clothes, as well as her young partner, Bastian. A young officer whom she'd met in high school, and graduated ahead of her. The two of them had a not so secret romance.
And if she'd been gone for five days, she could hardly imagine how glad they'd be to see her. There was a quick screech as the car parked in front of the alley. She heard both of the doors fling open before being slammed shut.
"Natasha?!" her mother shouted, unable to see her behind the dumpster.
"Back here Mom!" she answered.
"Oh, thank god!"
Natasha heard footsteps running up to her.
"W-wait! I'm naked! Just pass me the-"
She never got to finish as her mother dropped to her knees and hugged her as tightly as the sheet had earlier.
"Where the hell have you been?! I... I thought you were dead. We've had a bunch of missing person cases lately! I'm not letting you out of my sights again do you hear!" Julia wept into her daughter's shoulder.
Natasha gave her Mother a few more moments to compose herself and hold her in a motherly embrace.
Glancing up, she saw the smiling face of her boyfriend. It was apparent that he was holding back tears as he watched the two reunite. But Natasha could see a hint of another emotion hidden in his face. Jealousy.
"Mom? Can you... let go of-"
"No." her mother whimpered.
"C'mon... You aren't the only one who missed me." Natasha pointed out.
Julia's grip loosened a little, and finally she released her.
"Alright. Get it out of your system, lovebirds."
Bastian and Natasha practically smashed into each other.
For them, actions spoke volumes louder than words, so they proceeded to voraciously make out in such a manner that Julia had to roll her eyes and turn away.
It kept going to the point that she felt she had to say something.
"Let me know when one of you runs out of air. I have paramedics on speed dial."
The two quickly stopped, both of them had their cheeks flush with blood.
Seeing the look his NYPD partner was giving him, Bastian chuckled a bit.
"I missed you too." Natasha smiled.
Julia approached the two and handed Natasha a stack of clothes.
"We'll be waiting for you in the car honey." she said while dragging a somewhat unwilling Bastian out of the alley.
Taking a deep breath, Natasha ducked back behind the dumpster and carefully started dressing herself. All the while, she kept glancing at the sheet that she'd awoken with.
Once she was dressed in skinny jeans and black turtleneck, she left the alley and got into the back seat of the car, slamming her door shut once she was all the way in.
She noticed that her mother and Bastian had just been speaking to each other with raised voices, but they immediately stopped the conversation when she entered.
Natasha only overheard a few words. She was fairly certain her name was one of them.
They were likely talking about the recent display of affection between her and Bastian.
Julia wordlessly started the engine and began their drive home.
"So... where were you for the past five days Nat? What happened? You just disappeared." Bastian said, leaning over his seat.
Natasha opened her mouth to answer him, but realized that she didn't even have one.
"I... don't know. I didn't even know I'd been gone for days! I feel like I'm Rip Van Winkle or something. The last thing I remember..."
Images from her recent unsettling nightmare played through her mind, but she quickly shook them off. That was just a dream. What was the last real memory she had?
She froze, digging through her head to come up with one, but her mind kept pointing her back to that dream...
"I think I was... going over to Quinn's for a sleepover?" Natasha told them. She wasn't entirely sure, but she did remember it. Quinn was her best friend. They went to school, helped each other study, and went to movies together regularly.
"Are you sure?" Julia asked, putting on her turn signal.
"The day you went missing, you were at home. But when I came back from an errand, you'd just vanished. I called Quinn's parents. They said you weren't over there."
Natasha ran her hand through her red hair and gently scratched her head.
"I think I'm sure. Maybe Quinn and I met up somewhere, and I didn't get a chance to tell you about it. All I know is that I remember being somewhere with her." she insisted.
"Hmm... well I'm afraid I wouldn't know. But while we're mentioning Quinn, I can tell you this. Your friend has also turned up missing."
Natasha's confusion spiked as she heard this.
"Wait! What do you mean missing?!"
"Natasha... I hate to tell you this. But Quinn's parents reported her missing. Pretty much around the same time you vanished. You said you were with Quinn the day you disappeared. I don't think that's a coincidence. You need to be honest with me, Natasha. Do you remember anything that happened?!"
Natasha shook her head after combing through her mind for clues again, finding nothing but that useless dream.
"No! I remember being with Quinn, the next thing I know, I'm waking up in an alley naked! If five days passed, I wasn't awake for any of them." she swore.
Bastian studied her face as she spoke. He was good at telling a truthful face from a lying one. As she finished talking, he turned to his partner and gave Julia his evaluation.
"She's not lying. But, there is a hint of doubt in her face. It's probably due to confusion though. After all, she did just get back."
Natasha rolled her eyes.
Glancing at the back seat again to wink at her, Bastian immediately saw something that caught his eye.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing to something in her lap.
Natasha froze upon noticing the same sheet of living material from earlier folded up in her lap. She couldn't even remember bringing it into the car with her...
"It's nothing." she said with a smile.
But Bastian read through it in a second, and raised an eyebrow.
"Well I was naked when I woke up! This was the only thing I could find to cover up. I was gonna leave it behind, but it's really nice fabric for something lying in an alley. So I decided... finder's keepers." Natasha told him, though she didn't really know why she brought it with. But, she did find something alluring about it.
"Fair enough. I do agree, for something lying in an alley, it's very pretty..." he agreed.
"...But you were even prettier."
The added line made Natasha smile, while her mother groaned and would've elbowed her partner if she weren't focused on the road.
Soon enough, they arrived at the Xander's home. To Natasha, it looked no different from the last time she saw it. The light-blue, two-story house had never felt so welcoming.
Once the vehicle came to a complete halt, Natasha gathered the sheet and opened the door that was adjacent to the sidewalk.
"I want you to get into bed and get some rest young lady. Make yourself some soup also." Julia said.
"Wait, you're leaving?!" Natasha exclaimed.
"Yeah. We still have a shift to work. Not to mention that we need to go to the station and inform everyone that you're back. They'll probably want to see you and ask questions just as I did. But that can wait until tomorrow. For now, I want you to settle down and relax. Peter will be home from school in a few hours. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you. I'll be home from work late tonight, but I'll bring some dinner for you guys."
Natasha sighed, unsure of whether she felt safe being left alone right now.
"Okay then. Guess I'll see you when you get back."
"Mmhm! Just take it easy. We'll figure out where you've been another time. I'm just glad to have you back home." her mother softened.
"See ya Nat!" Bastian said with a wave.
Natasha waved back happily as they pulled away, her boyfriend blowing her a kiss.
She was going to catch it, but her hands were full with the strange sheet.
The teen simply nodded happily as they drove off.
Alone once again, Natasha paced up to the front door of her house.
She didn't have her keys. But, with the spare one hidden inside the false rock, she didn't need them.
Unlocking the deadbolt, she promptly turned the handle and stepped inside.
"Home sweet home." she said to no one.
Natasha did some of the things her mother suggested. She made herself some tomato soup. She relaxed on the couch watching TV while she drank her soup. It was mostly commercial breaks, with a few minutes of a show she knew nothing about playing every once in a while. But nonetheless, she still stared mindlessly into the screen.
Her mind on something else entirely.
That being the fact that not once since she'd stepped inside, had she let go of the mysterious sheet of material.
It wouldn't kill her to put it down. Natasha just felt comforted with it in her grasp.
Given both the fact that it was on her when she awoke, and the life-like characteristics it displayed earlier when it made contact with her skin, she sensed that there had to be something more to this bundle of fabric.
Examining it closely, she found it odd that the material was stretchy and felt like latex, yet it wasn't shiny or reflective. In fact, at times its texture changed. From soft and smooth, to rough and sandpaper-like, to almost metallic.
Holding it up to her face, she smelled it.
Doing so made her nostrils sting. It smelled... unlike anything. It wasn't smelly. It was just foreign, and her olfactory nerves couldn't make sense of it.
Natasha groaned, pinching her nose rubbing it, trying to relieve the stinging sensation.
She was caught off guard when she heard footsteps running up the house's steps.
The front door was opened and her blonde haired younger brother burst inside.
Shutting the door behind him, Peter kicked off his shoes and tentatively stepped further into his home.
He peeked into the living room and instantly fixed his sights on the emerald eyes of his returned sister.
"Natasha!" he cried, running towards her.
She flinched and put up her arms, expecting him to jump onto the couch and painfully tackle her like he always did.
But instead he slowed down and delivered a gentle hug.
Natasha could tell he'd missed her. Never before had she seen him so happy to see her.
It made her happy to know that behind all his pranks and mischief, there was a loving brother in there.
"Hi Pete..." she smirked, rubbing her hand softly through his short hair.
"Where were you?! Why didn't you come back sooner?! I've been feeling terrible after the fight we had last time I saw you..." he whimpered as he let go and sat beside her on the couch, shooting a brief but curious glance at the fabric in her hands.
"We had a fight?" Natasha said, not recalling it.
"You don't remember? I walked into your room without knocking and saw you changing. You were so furious, you threatened to kill me the next time, and then you stormed out." Peter clarified.
Natasha shook her head.
"I don't... remember that. Are you sure? That doesn't sound like me... You've walked in like that several times, but I've never threatened you like that. I was probably joking."
"No. You meant it. I could tell."
"Well either way, I'm back. Sorry if I scared you, bro." she said, placing her hand on his shoulder.
"I'd never do anything to hurt you. Even when I'm pissed, you're still my brother, and I love you."
Peter gave her another hug, from the side this time.
"Natasha?" he asked.
"Can we play some video games?"
Being the older sibling, she tried to give the most responsible answer she could.
"We can, after you finish your homework."
"I did! It was just some math and reading. I finished it on the bus ride here."
Natasha narrowed her eyes.
Her brother was known for making up lies on the spot like that. Though she had seen him doing homework on the bus ride before.
"Hey, if I'm lying, my grades will droop and Mom will know. I'll be the one getting another lecture. Not you. It'll be fine."
For the next few hours, Natasha and Peter did nothing except play video games and eats snacks. It was their way of "catching up".
Peter was always the more hardcore gamer. After all, they were playing on the console he'd gotten for Christmas years earlier.
But Natasha, having played games with her brother often, had gotten fairly good at it as well. Still nowhere near as good as her brother, and it showed when they played competitively.
Eventually though, around the time the sun started going down, Natasha's gaming skills started taking a dive. Peter overlooked it at first. But eventually, he paused their game and asked her,
"What's wrong? You okay?"
"I... I don't feel so good." she groaned, squeezing the fabric in her hand.
"Well you look fine. Do you think you ate something bad?"
Natasha shook her head.
"No, I don't feel sick. I just don't feel... right."
There was a moment of silence between the siblings, and Peter could hear Natasha's now staggered breath.
"Do you want to go lie down? I can save our game for another time."
Rising shakily to her feet, she offered him a weak nod.
"That sounds like a good idea... I'll go to my room. Wake me up when Mom gets back with dinner."
Climbing up the stairs, Natasha found it very dark upstairs. The sun was almost done setting. And there were no lights on up there.
She didn't bother to turn any on however, and instead felt her way down the hallway, until she met her bedroom door.
Entering, Natasha noticed the cleaned up state her room had been put into while she was missing, but she didn't spend long dwelling on it as she leaned her door shut and threw off her jacket.
She wasn't hot, after all it was the middle of Autumn. But, for some reason her clothes just felt stuffy and uncomfortable to her. Natasha wasn't claustrophobic, and never understood the fear. Yet, wearing a turtleneck and tight jeans as she was, made her feel all tensed up.
Doing her best not to damage any of her clothing, she hastily tore off her outfit until she was nude, and holding the same sheet of... stuff from before.
Flopping onto her bed, she weakly stretched the garment over.
As it made contact with her skin, Natasha felt it tighten and settle over her body.
While her clothes made her feel stuffy, this thing... nothing else could've made her feel so warm and comfortable.
She didn't care what the hell it was, or where it came from. But, damn... it felt nice.
It felt like a warm bath condensed into a thin layer, that was beautifully laminated over her body.
Natasha smiled happily as she felt it wrap around each of her legs and feet.
Her hand had been perfectly coated by the fabric.
Feeling the material stretch and tighten over her neck, she started to worry.
It was surely going to coat her head. What if she couldn't breath?!
As it coated the underside of her chin, Natasha raised her hands. If she couldn't breath, the. She would grab the sheet and tear it off.
As it slipped over her lips and nostrils though, she was glad that she could breath.
Though she made sure it was through her mouth, given how her nose felt earlier after a whiff of this stuff.
When it started gliding over her eyes, Natasha again began to worry.
But the blissful feeling that being wrapped in this fabric gave her put her worrisome thoughts to sleep. It felt so tight, yet comfy. As if it were her skin.
Blinded by the layer of fabric, Natasha still didn't worry.
She let like she was in heaven as the fabric sealed over the top of her scalp, compressing her hair down and leaving her encased from head to toe.
Natasha was about to fall asleep, when the skin suddenly gave off a weird sensation. As if static electricity were traveling through her skin.
She felt something changing, but without her sight, she had no way of knowing.
The fabric no longer felt soft. Or hard for that matter. It felt as if it weren't there at all!
Sitting up, Natasha desperately wanted to know what was happening.
Finally, as her sense of sight returned, she got and answer.
First of all, her vision felt strange and hard to process at first.
It wasn't coming from her eyes, that was for sure. She didn't need to blink or interrupt the stream of visual information.
Her view was no longer limited to the direction she faced. Now, her vision gave her a 360 degree view of her surroundings. Yet, she could instinctively tell what direction was forward, and where she was facing.
Also, her visibility was better. The lack of light had no effect on her vision!
"Wh-what the hell happened to me...?"
That was what Natasha thought, and it's what she told her lips and vocal cords to say.
But instead, a low growl and several high pitched clicks came from her.
Covering her mouth, she quickly felt that something was wrong. Both with her hand and how her mouth had moved.
Hopping off her bed, she got a brief glimpse of her changed body.
Despite her vision's enhancements though, she still wanted to look in a mirror.
Peering into the full length mirror on her dresser, Natasha had to hold her jaws shut to keep from screaming.
Looking back at her, was a creature that didn't look remotely human.
Her body was still humanoid, but no one would recognize her now, or even guess that she was once human.
Her skin was a deep midnight purple. The same color as the garment of strange fabric that she'd allowed to swallow her. And it had an armored feel. Similar to an insect's carapace.
Her toes and fingers ended in long claws and talons.
Protruding from the base of her spine, was a long slender tail with a pointed end.
Most striking of all though, was what had become of her face.
Natasha's red hair, bright green eyes, sharp nose, and ears were all gone.
Her face now had only one feature.
A pair of massive jaws filled with pocket-knife sized fangs.
Her lack of eyes made her wonder how she could see.
While her lack of lips explained why she couldn't speak.
"Okay, Nat. Okay. Just calm down. So what happened then wasn't a dream..." she thought to herself.
"Then, this whole thing is just a suit. It's a mask! My face is probably just inside it."
However, upon opening her mouth, Natasha saw nothing inside.
She opened her jaws wider... and wider... and wider.
It got to the point where her jaws were open so wide, she had turned into a living PEZ machine.
Her human skull still wasn't there. Just a long, but very thin black tongue.
Natasha turned away from her reflection to calm herself down, taking deep breaths.
Not that it made much of a difference thanks to her 360 degree vision.
Seeing how revealing the suit was, would've made her blush if she could in this form.
Her rear was was perfectly outlined, as were her breasts. Her nipples were made visible as small but noticeable bumps on the suit's surface.
"Okay... so this is a little more than just a suit. At least this morning proves that it comes off. I don't know how to get it off myself though... But what can this suit do? I mean... I guess it does belong to me. But what do with it? Other than win costume contests this Halloween."
Thinking to herself, Natasha started testing out her tail, swinging it back and forth in the mirror.
Continuing to admire her new form, she spread her arms out, and was marveled as something more was revealed.
The claws on her fingers stretched out several feet as a black membrane grew between them.
It took less than a minute, but once it was over, the monster in the mirror now had a pair of massive, bat-like wings.
Folding her arms, and the wings with them, Natasha glanced out her bedroom window at the Manhattan skyline beyond.
Twitching her tail, the beast grinned.
To be continued...