Emily - A tale about mutation 07

The woman hung and Emily stumbled over and collapsed on the couch. She was overwhelmed by everything she had to do. All these checkups and photos and paperwork? And what would life even be like as a three legged girl. Would she be the town freak? She stewed in her thoughts for a bit before Paul took her hand.

“Are you okay, Emi?” Paul said looking at her softly. Emily didn't have close family. They grew distant after she was first confirmed to carry the mutant gene. She didn’t have many friends either. It’s not that she was anti-social it’s just that work kept her so busy she rarely had time to socialize. Paul was the closest thing to a support structure she had. She looked at him with some tenderness and smiled. She could count on him to help her out. At the very least, he makes a damn good pancake.

“Yes Paul, I have to just keep telling myself that everything will be OK. I’ve got to call work tomorrow and tell them I won’t be in. I get a few legal days off but I hope they don’t broadcast my mutation to all my co-workers. I’m also going to get some grant money too. When I do, will you come shopping with me? I’ll have to go to a specialty store for mutants and I’m not even sure where the closest one is.”

“Yes, of course Em! I also heard you talking about photos?” Paul said, trying to be reassuring.

“Yeah, I’ve to send in photos of my mutation so they can recommend a specialist. But first I want to bathe. My new foot is very dirty. I’m tracking mud all over the apartment and I wouldn’t want them to see me a a mess like this anyway.

Emily  got up and walked to her room with a rhythmic sway of her hips. It was a wonder how natural this mutation felt to her. Her left and right legs swung forward, alternating with her middle leg. She didn't even have to think about it, it seemed like she had always walked like this. The only explanation was that her brain mutated as well.

When she entered the bathroom she finally got a look at herself naked. She bent over to look at her three ass cheeks, which somehow looked more firm and tone than her old ones. She felt her two anuses, in between each crevice. She explored her two vaginas and, with a bit of surprise found that one was her original vagina and one was “new,” untouched.

“Who’d have ever thought that I’d be a virgin again at my age? … half virgin?” She thought to herself.

She couldn’t help but think her middle leg was beautiful. In fact she felt all her legs were beautiful, slender, slim, slightly curvy in all the right places. Maybe it was hormonal bombardment caused by the mutation, but she found her new form to be beautiful, almost arousing. It was a nice little confidence boost that made her smile her first genuine smile since the mutation happened.