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by Lester Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Erotica · #1801927
One day,you get kidnapped and experimented on.
This choice: Sneak to Jackson's house to show him what you can do.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Heading to Jackson's place.

    by: Gimlet Author IconMail Icon
With a sigh you consider your friend. It's still early, he'll be asleep, but you've gone over to his place at odd hours before, often to get together to do some hazing or last Halloween to TP Bomb someone's house. That mainly as his dad had 'stumbled' onto a large supply of the stuff and Jackson grabbed four sixteen packs to play with. That guy's house never knew what hit it!

You concentrate, then bring your hand before your face and shift it idly. The form changing from your skin to slime and back again. It's odd. Slow but very controlled. Feels so natural. With a grin you head to your closet and open it up, but not for clothes. Instead you unfold one door to look at the mirror inside. When you woke up like this you thought you were still clothed, but that first change proved that they were a part of you. Perhaps you absorbed your old clothes? You still don't know much about what you can do. But this you can. You concentrate and shift your skin and your clothes reform into a black, long sleeved polo necked shirt, and long black pants and similarly black shoes. You glance up at your head and a black baseball cap facing backwards slurps into existence pressing your hair down. You experimentally pull it off, and have the very weird sensation of feeling the motion from both sides, both the hat leaving your head, and your head leaving your hat-self. You shake your head. This could definitely take some getting used to!

You go to sneak out downstairs, then reconsider. There is a squeaky floorboard on one of the upper stairs and you really don't feel like risking trying to avoid it. Instead you open your window and peer out. Uh, lets test it first. You clench your eyes shut in expectations of pain, and slam your hand on the window sill hard. No pain, though your hand deformed into a flat pancake shape with a soft 'Thwumph!' You wait a few seconds to reform and then take a deep breath (do you even need to breath any more?) and jump. You land on the driveway with a solid splat, planting face first. That, was uncomfortable. Slowly you peel yourself up and reform your clothes that got a little twisted by your deformation, then run off towards Jackson's place.
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