Chapter #4Lee by: Unknown Lee had always been a difficult quarry for your power hunts. Not only did he constantly shift his appearance to look like one of the powerless scientists or security guards, but the fact that he was a living blob of clay meant he effectively had eyes on the back of his head. His entire mass was one giant sensory organ and the only thing that limited his ability to see, hear, and smell EVERYTHING at maximum efficiency through every single part of him was the fact that his 'brain', for lack of a better term, wasn't that much more powerful than a human brain, so much like someone trying to watch a million TVs at max volume all at once he'd have total sensory overload if he didn't tune out most of them. Even so, he'd had plenty of time to practice down here, and could be looking in a couple places at once using any part of him from his eyes to his ankles and half the time even the 'shirt' he was wearing. He alternated between wearing actual clothes and simply shaping and coloring his skin to look like clothing. You're pretty sure he'd never wear real clothes again if it weren't for the fact that he'd never managed to get the texture quite right, so if you touched his clay clothes you could tell something was off, but just looking at them you'd never suspect a thing.
Now, however, after waiting behind the vent in the darkened corner of his room for well over an hour you had you chance. All day Lee had been disguised as a slightly chubby female physician, a rosy cheeked and red haired woman with wide hips and a wider bust all wrapped up in a lab coat one size too small. The look was just subtle enough for the other staff not to think it out of place but not subtle enough to avoid catching a few glances and turning a few heads. As he laid in bed however, eyes closed and breath slowing, he slowly changed. His breasts receded, his cheeks lengthened, his clothes slowly faded to the dull pink color of his natural flesh and melting back into his 'skin' until finally Lee had changed back into his natural form, a naked and slightly pudgy Asian American with short black hair both on his head and peppering the rest of his body. Lee didn't like his natural look, and only used it when he absolutely had to or when he was in a rut and didn't have the motivation to morph. However, he needed some level of concentration if he wanted to maintain any other form, so when he was exhausted, heavily distracted, or in this case asleep, he always reverted to his original state (or as close to it as he could get to it. If he passed out while split into multiple pieces they'd return to the shape and form of whatever part of his original body they came from but remained wherever they happened to be until he regained consciousness and pulled himself together... wow, you just realized how much Lee, June, and Maria's clones seemed to get maimed around here. It's a miracle none of the less durable members of your super squad have been killed).
Pushing out the vent cover as quietly as possible, you inch your way over to Lee's sleeping body, your heart racing as you crossed the room. Every muscle in your body ached from hours of crawling around the cramped vents, sweat poured off your dark brown skin and matted your equally brown hair to your scalp, but soon it'd all be worth it. With one final step you are at the side of Lee's bed, the young man snoring away helplessly. "Yoink!" You shout, pressing a hand to his bare chest and activating your superpower. Lee jolts awake with a confused yelp, already sapped of his powers but not realizing it quite yet in his sleepy haze. Stepping back you can't help but laugh maniacally. "Yes, yes! YES!" You say, feeling the looseness in your muscles and bones as everything below the surface of your skin turns into a homogeneous slurry of organic clay in varying densities.
Now fully awake and fully pissed off Lee shouts "Not cool!"
"So cool!" You retort, transforming your right hand into a flesh colored soccer ball and your left into a crablike pincer to demonstrate your power. Having only stolen Lee's abilities once or twice since you got here, you still hadn't learned all of his tricks. You had a tough time changing the colors of yourself and couldn't make a lot of the more intricate shapes he could, but you were a quick learner and with a few more thefts you're sure you'd learn to do everything he could.
"Seriously, what the hell is your problem?! I never did anything to you! I never bullied or picked on you like the others, why would you do that?!" He yelled, standing up from his bed and towering over your five foot three inch frame as he berated you. His usual reservedness and timid nature had dissolved as he jabbed his finger into your chest accusingly, his more solid flesh and bone leaving a small dent in the more viscous clay-flesh of your left boob.
Deciding that you didn't like being talked down to, both metaphorically and literally, you decide to scale yourself up a little. Your legs stretched out, your shoulders widened, your arms grew more muscular and your hands shifted back to normal looking albeit larger hands, your boobs and butt swelled which admittedly was not entirely necessary to complete the look but you did always resent being the second least endowed super-woman on the team next to Maria, and finally your cheeks and nose grew more pronounced. In an instant you'd gone from a sixteen year old girl to a 26 year old female athlete in tightly drawn, tattered clothes that now looked down upon Lee. You both knew that your new appearance didn't REALLY make you stronger, if anything it made you weaker, since you were now less dense (conservation of mass and all that), but damn did it make you feel good. Plus if you really wanted to hit him you could just move some mass around inside you and solidify your fist into the consistency of a brick, so there was that. "Dude, you seriously need to chill out." You say, your voice still higher than you'd like as you hadn't learned Lee's method of changing his voice. "You were going to sleep anyways, it's not like you were going to be using your powers! You'll get them back this time tomorrow, just relax."
"I was just taking a nap! I have a date tonight you ass! We were going to meet at the Staff Bar in two hours, how am I supposed to go out looking like this?!" He demanded, motioning towards himself. While Lee was certainly not a model you always thought he was way too dramatic about his standard appearance. Sure he was a little pudgy, his face was soft and round, his skin not tanned nor pale, but he wasn't ugly or anything. He wasn't a tub of lard, his eyes were a nice shape and distance apart, and while you'd always heard the stereotype about Asians and their wangs, judging by the naked man standing before you it didn't look like Lee had heard such a thing. Sure he wasn't HUNG, but he was still packing some heat down there in his natural state.
"A date, seriously? What, looking like this?" You concentrate for a few moments, shifting around your flesh until you were the same shape and proportions as the scientist Lee was impersonating earlier. Your skin and hair were still brown, you didn't quite remember how the ears or chin went, and since you didn't know how to make clay clothes and were still wearing your old (now even more torn) clothes, and you had to make some 'estimates' as to how her anatomy looked beneath the coat, but apart from that you looked just like Lee's character. You actually think it was an improvement, your dark skin and hair complimenting the fuller figure better. Before you could make a joke about whether Lee was dating a lesbian or a man and which would technically be less gay you noticed that he was no longer angry. His shoulders had sagged, his head was slumped, and tears had welled up in the corners of his eyes. He was crushed. Seems like this date had meant a lot to him, even if it was established under completely false pretenses.
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