Here's entry number 3 in the saga. This one's a little meatier than the others, but I attribute that to the series getting better.
Initially, I envisioned this character as a merry prankster, but over time, the Blob had developed into something more benevolent. I went heavy on that theme in this entry and I'm going to keep it going, because the result has been much more satisfying so far.
If you read this, please leave comments. I'd like to know what the followers of the series think.
The Blob 3: Out of the....
The Blob had had a fun night playing with red, and a fun morning playing with yellow. But looking around, it still wasn't finding what it truly wanted in this world: natural color. Sure, it could go around and help people. Recolor the world. But the world was so large, and it was just one Blob! There had to be some naturally occurring liveliness somewhere, without its help.
A good place to start looking for such life, it figured, would be where its younger forms existed. It had just turned an older mother into a teenage girl younger than her own daughter using yellow, and safely assumed that they'd be heading where the young people where. So as they climbed into an SUV to drive to school, it followed them, hiding in the back as they rode. Lisa was obviously in shock at her mother's change, and complained the whole way, but as it felt the vehicle stopped, The Blob could tell that she was starting to settle into the altered reality herself. The SUV pulled to a stop and The Blob oozed out of the back onto the ground behind it. It looked around. It hoped it could find what it was looking for here, but if it couldn't it had to have a contingency plan.
It had to have a color.
It didn't take long for it to spot one. A car pulled into a parking space. It looked like a flashy cross between a sports car and a station wagon. And it was bright, shiny, beautiful blue! The Blob, totally forgetting its purpose for coming here, rolled toward it, impressed before touching the car. The color on its bumper drained out into the blob, turning it a bright blue. As the door opened, the Blob ducked under the car. This color had so much potential. So many things could be done with it. Now all it needed was a target, and it only seemed right to make the owner match the car.
He watched as a teenage girl got out. She looked a bit trashy. She was a beautiful girl, The Blob thought, as it looked her over. She wore a mini-skirt to show off her long legs and shapely butt, and a push-up bra under a cutoff t-shirt riding up her midriff that enhanced her beautiful bosom. She had long, hair that had been bleached into a bright blonde though it was clear this wasn't her natural color. It hung wild, fluffed and teased, to her shoulders. Her skin was the kind of bronze that only issued from a sprayer, and she wore a pair of heels totally impractical for the school setting she was about to enter.
The Blob watched her and reflected on the color it was now painted. This blue, and this shade of it, was practical. Smart. Modest. None of the qualities that could be attributed to the girl in front of him.
Well, there was only one cure for that...
Outside the car...
Eighteen year old Ashley adjusted her skirt as she got out of the car. It rode really high on her thighs, which was good, but she was about to go throw herself on the sword of mercy, so at least for the moment she had to pretend to give a damn about the school dress code.
"Such a drag" she thought to herself.
The truth is that she didn't want to come back to school at all. Like, ever. Books and schoolwork just weren't her thing. So boring. What she really liked was boys, partying, shopping and boys. In fact, she'd just slept with one of her favorite boys. Skipped class all morning to, even. It'd probably hurt her grades, or whatever. Tthey were so low that it didn't matter anyway.
She didn't get it, she thought as she walked toward the school. She had a job. She made enough money to buy all the things she wanted. Her parents were all mean about it; like it was important for her to go and fail, but bad if she was happy. It's not like they were happy working in those jobs they hated. That totally wasn't her scene. She got the to large, glass double doors at the school's entrance and stopped.
"Do I really have to do this?" She asked herself as she pulled out a cigarette.
She'd just pulled up the lighter to light the flame when a splash of blue...something...doused her.
Before she had time to react, she started changing. She let out a gasp, watching in horror as her faux bronze tan lightened and drained, leaving her natural peaches and cream complexion in its place. Her bright red nails shrank down to a short, evenly trimmed size as their color faded away. She shifted her gaze further downward to find that the red tartan miniskirt she had been wearing had grown longer, now stopping an inch above her knees, and had changed color to a dark blue plaid as it went. She found herself stumbling slightly as her shoes flattened out leaving a sensible pair of flat, blue Mary-Janes where tall, 4 inch heels used to be. She could see and feel white cotton socks climb up her shin, stopping halfway up as they became adorned with a blue stripe at the top.
Fearing what was next, Ashely spun around to see her reflection in the glass door. She watched, horror struck, as the t-shirt exposing her flat stomach grew and changed. Sleeves grew out of it and stretched all the way to her wrists. It began to split in the middle as a row of buttons appeared on it, and her push up bra underneath transformed itself into something much more practical. The shirt shifted to a light blue color as it completed its transformation into a tight dress shirt that hugged her figure, but covered it at the same time. She yelped in surprise as a dark blue sweater vest wound around her waist and against her breast, clinging tightly to her curves. Her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, giving her clothing a sophisticated look. Her purse expanded into a bookbag that filled with both textbooks and casual reading material.
Ashley looked on in awe as the changes moved up her neck. At first, it appeared that her hair was lengthening, but as she grabbed a handful of it to watch, she saw that it was just straitening. Free of the sprays, curling and mussing she put it through, it hung to her waist in a strait, silky sheet. The blond color she'd bleached it to faded away, leaving her natural light brown in its place. She tried in vain to hold it down as it took on a life of its own, piling into a bun on the top of her head. Her bangs fell neatly to both sides of her head to frame her pretty face. Finally, her makeup soften. Bright red lipstick became a sensible pink and her blush and mascara faded. In one final change, the pink, gaudy earings she had been wearing shrunk into stylish topaz studs.
Ashley stared at her reflection. She could tell the girl staring back at her was herself even if she was radically different in appearance. She looked very pretty this way. Sexy even, although in a much classier way. As she stared at this strange version of herself, the changes flooded into her brain. Her interests and priorities shifted. She felt a foreign sensation well in her mind. It was a feeling that she was worth more than what she'd been giving herself out for. She felt a sense of pride and self confidence that had been absent before, and found that the satisfaction this gave her was much more potent that what she'd found being simply an object of lust. New intelligence filled her mind as she grew smarter and more knowledgeable. In seconds, the years of learning she had neglected came to her in a wave along with a torrent of new memories. She hadn't skipped school to sleep with some guy. She'd been at a seminar for aspiring Ivy League students. She was no longer a flunking student who angered her parents; she was a strait A student who made them proud. And while their numbers had been greatly reduced, there were still boys. Rather than those which treated her as the object, or a quick fix to a primal desire, these boys were smart, intellectual equals to her who respected and fulfilled her. She now found that getting the boys she wanted was a matter of impressing them with her character and not simply throwing herself at them.
She looked at her reflection once more as her new reality set in. She remembered her old life as well as her new one. She had only changed perspective, not personality. As she took one last look at the beautiful girl before her, she smiled. She had a new, more fulfilling life now and a brilliant new intellect with which to live it. She went inside, now to check back in as an honors student instead of to beg for her school's mercy.
The blob smiled as he watched the girl go. He'd taken a dimwitted, shallow person and turned her into something much more satisfying for both herself and the rest of the world. She fit the intelligent, conservative color well now. But as it crept around the wall of the building, slinking as low as it could, it realized that there was more to it than those qualities. It just couldn't quite think of what else to do with it. This color had so much potential. It was diverse.
The blob continued to wrack its mind, trying to come up with how to utilized this beautiful color it now represented. But as it slunk along the side of the building, something caught its attention. Outside of the school building, there appeared to be something of an altercation going on. More accurately, an angry teenage girl was laying into a boy her age. She was an unpleasant looking girl that looked entirely too thin for her own good. She had short, black, oily hair with red coloring in it and was clad in black clothing and makeup. Aggressive, dangerous looking spikes stood out of the bracelets on her wrists. She was clad in long, baggy black pants with various metal hoops on them, and a ratty black shirt. Fishnets covered her arms, and combat boots her feet. Her unusually pale, but not at all unattractive face was contorted in a look of rage as she yelled.
The boy, on the other hand, was rather normal looking. He was a little short for his age, and had brown, shaggy hair. He wore a striped, button up shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He looked rather exasperated. This looked like just the kind of situation the Blob needed to step into, and as it watched, it gained a few ideas about how it was going to do it.
Stan stood, letting Jess's words wash over him. He knew this had been a mistake. He'd just wanted to talk to her. It wasn't like it was a huge imposition or anything. He was just a nice guy, trying...
"Stan? Hello!" She snapped. "Are you fucking listening to me? Jesus, first you show up telling me who the fuck I should hang out with and then you just stare off. You're such an asshole!"
Stan sighed, "Jess, I'm just worried about..."
"Fuck you!" She yelled. "I'm 18 years old. Stop treating me like I'm your little fucking sister!"
Stan groaned. This wasn't supposed to be so hard. You'd think after 8 years growing up with her and two years dating her, she'd have a little respect for his opinions. She was easier to deal with back then, when they were both 14. She'd been his first girlfriend and his first love. In a lot of ways, he still felt that way about her, but the angry, swearing, sickly looking girl in front of him was not that which he'd fallen in love with.
"Jess, please." He said softly. "Can't you see what's happening to you. Your grades, your friends. Even your body..."
"Mind your own goddamn business." She replied angrily, rather than refuting him.
This conversation was an unpleasant one, but it needed to happen. They split up at 16 when he had to move away. By the time he moved back two years later, he found that Jess had become a different person. Gone was the innocent, feminine girl he'd left behind. She had that new boyfriend who'd gotten her in with some obviously bad people. She'd started failing classes, she'd been got caught stealing, and now the drugs she was on had taken such a toll that she didn't even look healthy anymore. He cared way too much about her to just let her waste away like this.
Before he could go on, something caught Stan's eye. It was a flash of blue. Almost like a bucket of paint had been thrown on her. She went silent just as she opened her mouth to say something else. Jess's clothes began to change color and alter. Her black bondage pants fused with the shirt she was wearing. As they did, both began to lighten into a bright blue. The pants shrank up her legs and stopped about halfway up her thigh before melting into a skirt. Her bulky combat boots changed next, forming into a pair of blue slip on shoes. The shirt's sleeves shrunk into the shoulders leaving two straps the connected the front of the garment to the back. Buttons formed up the front of the now dress as it gained thin white stripes throughout it. Its neckline sunk low. Her spiked bracelets changed, forming a blue band watch on her left arm and a bracelet on her right that had blue glass beads linked together with silver.
Jess, for her part, seemed to be in another world as the changes spread beyond her clothes. Astonished, Stan watched as her body changed to fit them. She gained a slight bit of weight taking her from sickly thin to normal, for a girl her age and size. Her legs grew shapely while her butt became round and heart shaped. Her bony arms became much healthier looking. Ashley's breasts, which had never been very large to begin with, swelled to a large D to fill the dress, leaving her new cleavage on display. Her skin darkened into a healthy tan. Her face grew softer, both in appearance and expression as the multiple piercings in her lips, ears and nose disappeared. Her greasy hair cleaned itself, ridding the die that had been put in it. Then it grew into luxurious, dark waves that hung down to her shoulders. As the changes completed, her eyes turned a bright, crystal blue and the choker on her neck became a thin, silver chain with a blue heart pendant that dangled just above her new cleavage.
"J-jess..." Stan stuttered at the girl in front of him.
A tear formed in her blue eyes as she smiled. "Stan...I'm so sorry!"
She pulled him into a firm embrace and as she did, new thoughts came to him. He knew now that he'd never left, and she'd never split from him. Her mistakes had been erased and her dark past replaced by one in which she had never used, never faltered and had stayed strait. Innately, as she embraced him, he knew that her violent temper had been eradicated and her demeanor had become much more calm. He pulled her tight, the flame having been lit between the two of them once more. He looked over her shoulder and saw the Blob sliding away, and it turned to him and nodded. Stan just stood and watched, thankful for what it had done.
The blob crawled away, feeling good about the transformation it had caused. This time, he'd used to the color to transform a messed up, angry, train wreck of a girl into something much more balanced. Moderation, calm, serenity...these were all traits of this color as well, and now Jess was the perfect representation of them. But it still felt like there was more that could be done with it.
As it rolled along, it spotted its next hunting ground. Outside stood a large group of students. They were all dressed in athletic gear. Some where boys, some where girls. Some where in shape and some where not. There were a couple of adults on the side that appeared to supervising the whole thing. It didn't know what was going, but this looked like it had some promise.
As it lurched along the side of a blue shed, another of the students caught its eye. This one was separate from the others. He sat up the bleachers overlooking the ones dressed athletically. He was alone. As the Blob moved closer, it could see that he was a rather large, fat boy. He wore an over sized black hoodie and jeans. He had a scraggly beard, short, spiky hair. As he sat, he coughed. This was not a healthy looking boy. The Blob could tell that he seemed depressed. Perhaps there was something that could be done about this.
On the bleachers...
Joey sat on the on the bleachers overlooking his gym class. He'd heard from his friends that they were playing soccer in PE today, so he decided to take a no dress. Forgot his gym clothes, he told his teacher. That wasn't true, obviously; they were in his locker. But without breaking into it, they couldn't possibly know that.
An hour of soccer meant an hour of him standing around the field watching everyone run around him. It meant catching crap from every asshole jock who didn't think he was doing well enough. It meant teasing, and bullying and the general stuff he had to put up with anyway. Screw that. Easier to take a no dress.
Still, he regretted having to do it. He always did, and it always bummed him out. He watched the others have fun and wished he could be a part of it. But he weighed 258 pounds, and that meant that he just couldn't do certain things like sports, or PE. Or dating. That was apparently was on the list somewhere. It was why he was sick with something almost all the time, and why he'd become something of a loner. He hated it so much.
Out of nowhere, Blue flooding his vision and he felt something wet splash him. He made a grab for it only to find that whatever it was had already gone. He also felt his clothes changing around him. They became lighter and less cumbersome, as if they were made from a lighter material. As he looked down in surprise, he found that they were. The sleeves of his black hoodie melted away, revealing smooth, slender arms. He gasped as it turned blue and light, taking the form of a jersey.
As he sprung from his seat, he felt air on his legs. Looking down, he found that they actually seemed longer, and now, rather than clad in his baggy blue jeans, they were in a tight pair of running shorts. They were long, firm, shapely and hairless. Woman's legs, he noted in shock. Though they were feminine, and attractive, they were also quite toned and several shades darker than his usual pasty white skin tone. His shoes had transformed into blue running shoes that housed much smaller feet. As tiny blue running shorts materialized on his hips, he felt his large, fat ass shrink down into a firm, pert, feminine rear. He let out a gasp as he felt his manhood slip into his body and rearrange into something much less familiar.
Joey's attention was drawn away from his, or her now, he supposed, lower body to her upper one. Before her eyes, her large gut that hung comically over his new feminine legs shrank, sucking into a flat, toned tummy. His waist tapered inward, giving her form a slight hourglass shape. The large fatty chest she had been ridiculed so much for as a boy shrunk down. It finally stopped before it could vanish completely, leaving her with Pert B-cup breasts that became wrapped in a sports bra underneath her blue jersey. The jersey tied itself into a knot, exposing her toned midsection.
Though she couldn't see her face, she could feel it changing. It became thinner and less round. It gained high cheekbones and soft lips. The facial hair shrunk away and disappeared. Lastly, her hair grew down to her shoulder blades, keeping its dirty blond color. A scrunchy appeared in it as it formed into a ponytail. In mere seconds, she had gone from a fat ugly boy who stood 5'5 to a beautiful athletic girl that stood 5'10.
Just when she thought it had ended, a tingle ran through Joey's brain. For the most part, her mind stayed as it was. She felt more like she was being shown an alternative history than being totally rewritten; a "what if" of sorts exploring her life as a tomboyish girl rather than a lazy boy. As new memories surface and replaced the old ones, she knew that she still hung out with the nerdy guys. She wasn't a very feminine girl, and ass hugging running shorts and jerseys were about the most flesh she ever showed the world. She was a very attractive young woman, but that was mostly due to the fantastic shape she kept herself in. Her name hadn't changed, though she frequently went by Jo now, for short.
As her new memories bubbled, she realized this life wasn't without its complications either. She now had competitions to think about and sports to make time for. Instead of being teased for being fat, the new Joey faced scorn for her tomboy lifestyle and was frequently accused of being a "dyke". The accusation wasn't entirely wrong, she discovered as new thoughts continued to fill her head. She was dating a cheerleader in secret who was not entirely comfortable with the idea that she might be a lesbian. That situations had its own headaches attached. But as she thought of her life as a boy, she decided that she wasn't unhappy with her new self. Quite the opposite, in fact, the second chance she'd just received made her quite happy.
"Joey!" The gym teacher called out to her, "You gonna play soccer with us?"
"Sure." She called back. "Just taking a breather after a run."
"Atta girl." He called back. "Get down here."
Joey jogged down the steps of the bleachers, content with her new life and suddenly completely unconcerned about how all of this had happened.
The Blob once again admired his work as it slid away. This was a strong, healthy color. It made sense to make the weak, sickly boy into something stronger and healthier. It had also given the new girl a greater strength of character, and a confident air to match her new physical ability.
These qualities, particularly the strength and confidence that the Blob felt this color embodied, fit well with another feeling it had about it. This color, and particularly a brighter shade of it, was very cheerful and refreshing. In that sense, it was youthful. The problem was that, being at a high school, almost everyone it had encountered so far was already youthful. Perhaps if it got inside of the building it could find someone older to bring youth to.
As it reached the building, it peered in a window. Sure enough, there was an older woman standing speaking to a large group of students sitting at desks. But that would be too risky. It couldn't just transform someone in front of such a large audience. So it slunk onward.
After a short time, the Blob came upon a man. He was sitting outside of the building, head in hands. He was an older gentleman, wearing dress shoes, khaki pants and a white button-down shirt with a cheap tie. Clearly, he was a teacher of some kind. He sat on the ground, his balding head buried in his hands. He looked so sad, this man. The blob observed him and knew that this was the target he'd been looking for.
25 years. 25 long, hard years Mike had put into this school. All for nothing. He had no idea what he was going to do; especially since his wife had left him, teaching and coaching was his life. And now it was gone.
It was true, he thought, that it'd been a while since he'd lead a winning team. But that wasn't his fault. He did the best he could with the boys he got for baseball and the girls he got for volleyball. But they weren't winners. There were just dry years sometimes. But apparently a few tough years was all it took for them to label you a useless coach, he thought with disgust. And apparently coaching was more important to this school than teaching. "Nobody needs woodshop" they said. "We can outsource your auto-repair classes" they told him. The way they talked it was for the good of the school that they were taking his classes away; like it would somehow do more good for his students to be in classes like physics and English lit that they'd fail than making good grades in shop.
But none of that mattered now. The big shots that ran this dump had already decided that his position was redundant. After 25 years, budget cuts had forced him out of a job and without anything more than a loosing record and a bunch of expendable classes to his name, there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't even put up a fight. It was like loosing his wife all over again. He could have fought for it, but instead he just gave up and walked away. He wanted badly to go back in and let them all have a piece of his mind, but he knew he was too chicken-shit to do it. So here he was: 54 years old, unemployed and divorced. What the hell was he going to do now?
His thought process was interrupted by the cold splash of something. Soaked, he stood up, prepared to tear a new asshole into whatever punk kid had just thrown water on him. But as he stood, he suddenly realized two things. First, that there wasn't anyone there, and second, that the world around him was getting a lot bigger.
At 6'5, Mike was used to towering over everything around him. But as he stood, he suddenly found that the world was a much bigger place. His height continued to tumble until he stood at a mere 5'4. He watched as spots from age started to disappear, and his skin became young and firm. He shrank down in age, stopping at 18 and he could feel his black hair regain its color and fill his head out once again. As this was happening, the rest of his body, and his clothing along with it, started to change. First, his shoes shifted into blue canvas tennies and his socks disappeared altogether. He found that while he was shrinking, his legs were growing in proportion to his body. They became long, hairless and slender. His pants, which he'd been holding up, shrank with them as they formed into a cutoff blue jean skirt that was definitely too short for this school's dress code. It was made worse as his butt rounded into perky bubble and pushed it up even further. In one odd sensation, that organ which made him a man was pulled into his body.
Under her shirt, she could feel even more shifting. The beer gut Mike had acquired in the years since his divorce slimmed out and pulled into a thin, shapely waist. Her chest swelled and swelled leaving two very large mounds pushing against her dress shirt. Her arms disappeared into its sleeves as they became small and feminine. She felt a slight tug on her fingertips as her nails grew out a bit. Finally, her shirt started to change. The sleeves slithered up her arms before retreating into the shoulders and disappearing completely. The shoulders themselves shrank into straps. The shirt became one piece as the buttons fused together. It changed into cotton and turned from stark white into a vibrant neon blue as its neckline plunged to reveal two C-cup breasts that hung quite large on her new frame. The soft material of the girl's new tank-top clung to her curves, showing to her the extent of the changes. She had a tight, shapely figure with a pronounced chest.
Mike's head felt the last of the changes as her young, chiseled male face softened into a sexy feminine one. She started absently wandering toward the front end of the school building as her changes completed themselves. Mike's gold watch transformed into a blue sweatband adorned with a yellow star. A set of blue, thin, plastic bracelets formed on his opposite wrist, and her fingernails painted themselves an electric blue. As she reached the parking lot, her hair grew out, blowing behind her. It stretched until it brushed the very top of her curvy ass in perfectly strait and silky strands. Just as Mike's hair finished is growth, it began to lighten and brighten into light turquoise blue, giving her a slightly punky look. Faint, bluish eyeliner and light pink lipstick completed her look.
As Mike walked, her mind altered. Gone was the nervous, twitchy, hopeless older man she had been moments ago. This new girl, Micki, was firecracker, full of spunk, energy and bravado. Her walk changed into a confident, feminine sway as she heard the bell ring, dismissing school. New memories and interests filled her head as she swung the school's front door open and strode down the school hallway. She was suddenly aware that she was a rocker, and a pretty bitchin' bass player. She gained memories of boys and dates as her sexuality shifted. Her old life remained with her, but she brushed it aside like a dream. She was a whole new person now and it felt awesome! She walked past shy freshmen gathering up their things and giggled in spite of herself. Finally, she rounded a few more corners to the senior hallway and spotted who she was looking for.
The boy clearing out his locker for the day was Trent Morgan. Micki remembered him from her old life teaching. He sang and played guitar for a band. He was tall, broad-shouldered and handsome. Micki remembered him being smart, if a bit of a slacker, and an all around descent guy.
She walked up to him and touched his wrist. As the boy turned around, she pulled him into a kiss. Trent seemed taken aback by it, but slowly settled into it as she realized how hot this apparent stranger was. After a moment, they released.
"Uhm...hi?" Trent said, perplexed. With a half-laugh, he added, "I didn't get your..."
"Micki." She said cutting him off. "And I'd like to go out with you sometime."
"Erm, yeah...I'm, uh, free tomorrow night." He stammered, still trying to collect himself. "Are you free tomorrow night?"
She nodded and grabbed his hand, scribbling an address on it. "Pick me up at seven?"
"Uh, yeah...Sure." Trent answered in disbelief of his own luck.
"Cool." She said, giving him a wink. "I'm lookin' forward to it."
Trent just stared in surprise as she walked off. "Wow...okay then."
The Blob saw none of this, but he knew it would happen. This color, after all, had an electric quality to it. So it was no surprise that once revitalized, Micki was quite spunky. Now, though, it was time to move to a new location. And a new color. The Blob slid off through the shadows until it found a nice pool in someone's backyard. It dropped in just long enough to rinse the blue out of its gelatinous body, and slid away, clear and transparent once more. As it moved, it noticed the grass underneath it...or rather the vibrant green color of the grass.
The Blob broke into a wide grin. It had found its next project.