The sound of breathing comes closer and closer. The strange haze keeps rolling in, and you hear a sound just around the corner. You steel yourself against the bulkhead and try to will your heart to calm down. You feel a tightness in your chest.
There's a long pause, but then the sounds in the hallway recede.
"Shit," you whisper. The trap didn't work.
There's quite a lot of haze in the lab with you now. It has a pea soup quality to it, more of a fog than a haze almost, if such a thing were possible on a space station.
The tightness in your chest is still there. Your top is feeling like it's pinching your waist, and your legs are strangely constricted. You look down in surprise.
Your standard issue station uniform seems to have shrunk three sizes. The baggy uniform pants have turned into leggings hugging your calves and thighs with an almost intimate tightness, and your top is riding up and pressing on your waist in an almost corset-like way.
In alarm, you try to pull off the shrinking clothes, but it's too late. You're a fit girl. You had to be to pass the physical tests for the station. Still, your clothing is now so tight as to be constrictive. You can barely move your elbows. Anticipating the next thing to go wrong, you drop to your knees before the pants immobilize you.
The pants are now capri to a ridiculous extent, pressing. They are also riding up very uncomfortably.
Right as it's becoming hard to breathe, the seams on the uniform burst. Able to move again, you tear off the shreds as quickly as possible.
Oddly enough, the bra and panties are entirely unaffected. They are black with a red trim, and you had brought them with you from University. Only the uniform issued to you on the station had catastrophically shrunk. You recall something about Dr. Stewart using alien plant samples for fabric production.
You get up again. The haze is gone. As ludicrous as it is to be fighting space monsters in just a pair of space boots and your bra and panties, your skin is happy to breathe freely. You stretch your toned arms and legs, grab the tranquilizer, and peer around the corner. |