This choice: She sees a tan spot, and realizes it's you! • Go Back...Chapter #6Liquid Jack by: Unknown Mary grinned at Stacy, amused at just how much of a klutz her best friend could be. She opened her mouth to speak, but then her attention was drawn to one of the articles of clothing that Stacy had dropped onto the floor. It was her pair of pink panties, but there was an odd tan splotch in the middle of the fabric. Mary was confused at first, until she finally put two and two together.
“Oh my gosh! Jackie!” Mary screamed, grabbing Stacy's pink panties quickly. Stacy jumped back in surprise.
“Whoa girl! What's up?” She asked, confused at her friend's sudden freak-out.
“This tan spot! It's Jackie!” Mary cried, showing you to Stacy. Stacy looked at you closely, still skeptical.
“It could be. Or it could just be some gross stain.” Stacy shrugged. “If you're so sure, kept the panties. I really need to go home.” With that, Stacy walked past Mary and left the house. Mary wasn't about to be dissuaded however, and she rushed to the closest bathroom, eager to free you from your pantie prison.
She grabbed a medium sized cup from the cupboard, and then wrung Stacy's panties like a towel. Her strategy worked, and your liquidy body dripped out of the panties and into the cup. After a few minutes, you were completely out of the panties, and resting safely in the cup. You were still a liquid, but at least you were safe.
“I'm so sorry Jackie!” Mary said, poking at you gently with your finger in an attempt to comfort you. “I have no idea how that happened.” Mary placed your cup by the edge of the sink, but not too close. “We have to go to that party soon Jackie, so you just rest here and reform safely, okay?” She blew you a kiss, and then left the bathroom to head back to her room.
You didn't want her leaving you here all alone, but you didn't have much say in the matter. She was your girlfriend, so you just had to trust her that everything would work out perfectly. The minutes ticked by, and you weren't any closer to reforming. It took several hours to reform after being melted down. You only hoped that you would actually get that time, and that something terrible wouldn't happen first.
“Well hey squishy!” A frightening voice called out. It was Gary, standing in the entrance of the bathroom. He walked inside, careful to make sure that Mary wasn't anywhere nearby. He stood right above you, staring down at your fluidy form in the cup.
“It's like you want me to do something bad to you.” Gary laughed cruelly. He picked up your cup, jostling you around slightly. “Man, there are so many different things I could do to you right now, and each idea I have is just so perfect. I can hardly decide.”
“See, one idea is something I've been thinking of for a while, but never really had a chance to do. Mary bought this cute liquid lip gloss, and I figure you would be the perfect addition to that gloss. Mary would unknowingly rub you all over her lips, and it would just be so funny. She would have no idea where you were, but you'd be so close the whole time. And hey, she'd be, like, permanently kissing you. So that's romantic or whatever, and not all bad, right?”
“Of course, my mom's about to walk back into the bathroom in a few minutes, I can already picture what she'll do to you when she sees you. I mean, I could do it myself, but where is the fun in that? It's so much better to see other people torture you, you know?” Gary grinned, and you couldn't understand how one person could be so evil. Your life was in Gary's hands, and both of his plans seemed life-threatening. What does he decide to do? ![](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/info/interactive-4.png) indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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