I was hoping no one would be riding the elevator when I got on. Living on the 23rd floor of a 28 story building meant there was a long way to go down. It was very embarrassing trying to hide my stretched out neck that was now blue in color. It was more silky smooth than my normal skin was, not like anyone would be volunteering to touch it. Too bad for me when there was someone standing there looking at their phone when the elevator got to my floor. I was in a rush, the transformation had started...