This choice: Lucky for you the Beta4 was a faulty batch, eventually loses its bond on you. • Go Back...Chapter #6A Faulty Batch by: Unknown The rest of the school day passed without much incident, and Morgan and Bella came to retrieve their gorgeous new dresses at the end of the day. As the twins walked to the bus, dresses tucked under their arms, they chatted happily, blissfully unaware that their new dresses were comprised of their poor, defenseless classmate. They had absolutely no idea, and there was nothing you could do to tell them. There was nothing anybody could do.
The girls got home, and they each entered their respective bed rooms. Morgan hung her dress up in the closet, while Bella laid her dress out on her bed. She was intending to wear it that night to a fancy party at her friend’s house. Thankfully, the party didn’t start for a few hours, and Bella left her room after setting you down.
Even though you knew it was futile, you still tried to wiggle and squirm. To your total surprise, your body actually responded. You realized with more happiness than you had ever felt in your entire life that the Beta4 you had been soaked in was a faulty batch! Over the next thirty minutes, the Beta4 completely lost its hold of you, and your gummy body reformed.
Though your body had been split in two, your consciousness was fully contained in Bella’s dress. As such, only that part of your body could reform, so by the time your gummy self had grown back to normal, you were only six inches tall. The dye was also long-lasting, and would take many baths to get out, so your body was still a mesmerizing mix of red and yellow.
You sighed deeply, but you were determined to take fate into your own hands. You would go find your other half, which was probably sitting in a pile at the bottom of Morgan’s closet, merge with it, and reform back to your normal, foot-tall self. You had let fate cruelly push you around for too long. This time would be different.
Just then, you heard footsteps approaching, so you dropped to the floor and crawled under Bella’s bed. No sooner had you disappeared from sight did Bella swing open her door and step inside. Not a second passed before you heard Bella gasp loudly, noticing that her new dress was nowhere to be found.
Bella said something in Indian, and then you heard her drop to the floor. Panicking, you rolled out from under her bed, and hid yourself under a pair of discarded, slightly smelly leggings. Your quick thinking managed to avoid Bella’s gaze as she checked under her bed for her missing dress.
Bella was not so easily deterred, and she began scanning her room, desperate to find where her dress had suddenly disappeared to. As she approached her leggings, you clung to them. Bella lifted them up into the air to check underneath, and you went up into the air, and unnoticed by Bella. However, your plan hit a flaw as Bella sighed and tossed the leggings over her shoulder.
You flew through the air and landed on a thumb tack that had been used to hang up one of Bella’s various posters, and had fallen to the floor. The thumb tack poked you right in the stomach, causing you to cry out in brief pain. Bella stopped her search, and her head began to turn towards your direction.
Freaking out, you glanced to your left and saw that Bella’s bedroom door was still open. If you made a mad dash for it, you could still make it. Jumping to your feet, you dashed towards the open door, towards freedom. As soon as you made it out into the hallway, you could go to Morgan’s room, get the rest of your gummy mass back, escape this house, and find your way home.
You pumped your tiny little legs as fast as they could carry you, until…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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