The following day, Jaime and I made our way into town, blending into the early morning crowds as best we could. Jaime had done a masterful job with my makeup; I looked almost normal, like just another guy taking an unhurried walk down Main Street. But there was one glaring issue left to tackle. Every time I opened my mouth, I saw people flinch, or, worse, they'd outright stare. My teeth... well, they didn't exactly fit the "normal human" aesthetic.
Which is why we were now standing in front of Cedar Grove Dentistry, a tidy little office with a cheerful "Open" sign. I glanced over at Jaime, already regretting this idea. "Are we really doing this?" I muttered, feeling the urge to turn back.
Jaime grinned, nudging me forward. "Oh, we're definitely doing this. Look, I managed to make your skin passable; now it's time to tackle the horror show inside that mouth of yours. Just, uh... try not to smile too much when you walk in."
We stepped into the waiting room, which was filled with the faint scent of mint and antiseptic. A receptionist looked up, gave us a warm greeting, and had us fill out a few forms. Minutes later, the dentist, Dr. Marks—a tall, middle-aged man with glasses and a friendly smile—called us back.
"So," Dr. Marks said as we settled into the small exam room, "what seems to be the issue today?"
I hesitated, exchanging a quick look with Jaime. She gestured for me to go ahead, her grin barely contained. I cleared my throat, steeling myself, then opened my mouth wide.
The dentist's face dropped, his professional smile fading into a look of sheer horror. "Oh... oh, my goodness," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper. He blinked, staring as though he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.
To be fair, it wasn't a pretty sight. My teeth, once mostly normal, had sharpened into ragged, uneven points. Some were stained a strange, unnatural colour, and my gums were an unsettling shade of dark grey, like they belonged to something half-decayed.
Dr. Marks leaned back, clearly struggling to compose himself. "Uh... Mr. Winslow, is it? Have... have you experienced any... unusual changes recently?"
Jaime let out a snort, quickly covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. I shot her a glare, but she just shrugged, her eyes dancing with amusement.
"Yes, you could say that," I replied, doing my best to sound casual. "I guess you could call it a... rapid transformation."
Dr. Marks stared a moment longer, then shook his head as if snapping out of a daze. "Well, let's... let's see what we can do here." He hesitated, leaning in with his dental mirror, clearly steeling himself before he continued. "I'm not quite sure what's going on here, but... we'll do our best."
Jaime was barely holding it together, her shoulders shaking as Dr. Marks gingerly began to examine each tooth, murmuring in disbelief under his breath. "I've never... seen anything like this," he mumbled, his voice laced with horror. "This... decay is unlike anything I've encountered, and these... pointed teeth—"
Jaime burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. "Doc, he's just... sharp-minded!" she managed, barely able to get the words out between giggles.
Dr. Marks glanced at her, visibly trying to regain his professional composure. "Miss, this is... quite serious," he stammered, then turned back to me, visibly uneasy. "Mr. Winslow, I... don't even know where to start. But I think a thorough cleaning and, possibly, some... uh, reshaping might be in order."
He turned, grabbing a few instruments, clearly unsure if he was even up to the task. Jaime gave me a thumbs-up, barely containing her amusement as Dr. Marks prepared to tackle the impossible.
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