I'm feeling generous this time around, so I'm posting a longer snippet than usual. As always, comments and criticism are strongly encouraged.
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The inside of the cabinet was, like the rest of the cabin, simple and orderly. Half a dozen identical pairs of knee-high black boots sat patiently underneath just as many pairs of black parachute pants and navy blue coats with billowing sleeves that hung from the top of the cabinet. Thick, white stripes delineated the collar and hem of the shirt and a simple badge consisting of two upward-pointing arrows rested on the right breast. Brass buttons held the entire thing together, though Ferris could also make out the outlines of smaller ones hidden in neckline and collar. A brass belt as wide as his palm and a long, black cape hung from hooks imbedded into the cabinet's doors. The ensemble of clothes reminded Ferris of a naval officer's uniform, all prim and proper. But what really stood out to him was how well preserved it all was. Each and every one of the articles of clothing looked as if it had been pressed and cleaned that very morning.
Ferris was too caught up in his investigation to notice the tiny sparks of purple energy that were crackling their way towards the glass oval embedded in the ceiling. A second later, the oval flashed on, blinding the college student as it bathed the room in light.
"Gah!" He exclaimed, nearly jumping out of his skin as pins and needles erupted across it. The sparse coating of body hair that he had spent the past six years cultivating sizzled into nothing under the light's blinding gaze.
A pressure built up behind eyes as they tried to adjust to the light. Ferris dropped his flashlight, shielding his eyes they pushed against their sockets, forcing them to grow in size and shift in slant to match the changing orbs. His irises contracted painfully as melanin was drained out of them, replacing chocolate brown with blue steel.
"Jeezus," Ferris hissed as he opened his new eyes, "What was that about?"
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"That was weird" Wilson said as he sat down at the table beside his bald friend.
"What's the matter?" Larry asked, rubbing a speck of dirt out of his darkening eyes.
"The lights," Wilson answered, "did they just get a bit brighter?"
"Maybe," Larry replied, taking a swig of his beer, "Why, is there something wrong?"
"Not really," Wilson sighed, "It's just that... I could of sworn that you were hairy a minute ago."
"Naw man" Larry chuckled, "I like my body to match my head."
"Speaking of which, you should probably shave it again," Wilson said, "You've got quite the buzz cut going on there."
"Actually, I've been thinking that I should grow it out," Larry said, rubbing the straight, brown fuzz that crowned his head, "You know, for the ladies."
"Chicks dig long hair," Wilson smirked, motioning to the slowly receding blonde mop that sat on his head.
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Ferris's new eyes had barely adjusted to the light before a strand of light brown hair fell upon them. He brushed it away, only for several more to take its place.
Wait a sec, he thought as he recognized the locks of hair. Slowly, he reached up to the top of his head and pulled. Without so much as a snag, a handful of hair came out. His eyes widened as he shakily stared at the fuzzy bushel. Ferris let go of the hair and frantically searched his pockets, causing more hair to fall from his head.
"Fuck!" He spat as his search proved fruitless, "I must've left it in the car." Scowling, he scanned the room as his hair continued to decorate the floor. It only took him couple of second to find what he was looking for, tucked away just out of sight. Ferris leaped toward the full-length mirror in a flash, leaving a trail of hair behind him. About midway through his jump, he realized that he had forgotten about the chair that sat in between him and his destination. His foot caught the seat of the chair. Ferris flailed as he flipped forwards and hit the hardwood floor face first.
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