Clay Face
9-23-2000
AP and I have discovered a hitherfore unknown talent...we have the ability to change our faces at will. We sit down at dinner with some mutual friends, and he forges his face to look like mine, trying to imitate my mannerisms and what not. Later we both enter a small coffee shop, using our new talent to disguise ourselves as girls. I don't recall the reason. We're wearing pastel blue dresses with bows in the back. We take seats at a small table in the corner by a window. I can see everyone coming in. I see two girls come in and not notice us, and that somehow registers that our ruse is not good enough. I get up and walk outside, trying to morph back to myself, but I'm stuck. My clothes won't change...and I guess that makes sense. I eventually make it into a reddish, musty old hallway on an upper floor somewhere. The walls and are lined with a cloth-like material, similar to the thin carpet. I get a drink of water from a drinking fountain, then look at myself in the mirror above it in the wall. I'm myself. I stare into the mirror, concentrating on making my face look like AP's. Slowly, the tissue on my face starts to rearrange itself, but I can't complete the transformation. I give up, and go back downstairs to entertain my friends.
posted by Phlegm at 11/26/2003
