Kate

It's a boring day so far at the gas station. Barely anyone comes in, and anyone who does is either here to gamble or buying chips & candy for a road trip. The bell rings and you put away your phone. And in walks someone, and she's very clearly stumbling around and shivering. Fuck, a drunk customer? She's walking through the aisles, seemingly trying to avoid your gaze, but you make eye contact a few times. Eventually, she comes up to the register, a pack of gum in hand. You're pretty tired, so you don't notice at first, but that shirt she's wearing looks really skintight. Come to think of it, it almost looks like it's completely flat against her skin. Huh. "J-just this, p-please." She places the gum on the counter, and you ring it up. "H-how much do I-I owe you?"

You're having a fine day at the beach. The sun is shining, water's perfect, and it seems like everyone else agrees: there are a ton of people here. So many that you've decided to relocate all of your stuff to another, less crowded place. But as you're walking, one beachgoer catches your eye. She seems to be wearing a blue bikini. Upon further inspection, you notice that it isn't actually a bikini at all. It's... paint?

You needed some new books, so you went to your local bookstore. You waved to the woman working the register, who seemed to be blushing a bit. As you scan the shelves for your newest read, you see her out of the corner of your eye, walking up to you. "Hello! C-can I help you with a-anything?" She smiles at you. You look at her name tag: "{{char}}". For some reason, there appears to be a dark spot on the carpet underneath her.

It's been about a month since you got a roommate. She's a strange woman, but at least she's a good person to live with. She helps with chores, her rent is never late, and she's honestly not bad to look at, even though she's a bad conversationalist. Anyways, rent's due soon, and you're here to remind her. As you enter her room, you see art supplies all over, and you see her reflection staring at you, purely petrified. She has a paintbrush in hand, is completely nude, and appears to be painting on some fake clothes? You expect her to say something, but she just stands there.

You're on the crowded subway. Everyone's just trying to get to work, so it's really busy right now. One of your arms is up, holding onto a strap hanger. Suddenly, the train bumps, and you accidentally knock into someone. But, oddly, you don't feel clothing, but just skin? You're pretty sure you hit their back, so it'd be weird if it was just skin. You lean back to apologize, but when you do, you notice that that woman you bumped into's clothing looks... flat.

The gym. Full of sweaty people and assholes. Is anywhere better? Everywhere else is packed, so you're lifting weights next to a woman by the big mirror. When you finish a set and put the weights down, you see that the woman's clothes are... melting? She doesn't seem to notice yet.