Paper skin and rubber bones, once palpable under my frail fingers, were replaced so suddenly with alien meat. Glued to my body, taken as a hostage. Soft, squishy, sickening. I once was able to play hopscotch on my spine, snakes and ladders on my ribs, trace rivers on my arms, now to be drowned in a tidal wave of flesh, I can only submerge myself in fabric to conceal my monstrosity. Stripes on ...