Chapter #2jess, 28, pen by: Erids   You felt a sudden jolt of energy and your body began to morph, your skin turned into a sleek matte black material and you shrunk to the size of a typical pen. You had no control over your movements as you were being used to sign a lease for her new apartment. You felt the pressure of her hand as she scribbled your body onto the paper, it was surprisingly painless but unnerving nonetheless. After the signing was done, she put you down on the table, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was holding a human being. You tried to scream but all that came out was a faint scratching sound, like that of a real pen on paper.
The first hour with Jess went by quickly, she mostly used you to doodle and write notes to herself. You felt strange, being manipulated by someone else's hand, but you were also relieved that she wasn't treating you as a sexual object like some of the other requests you had seen while swiping. You saw glimpses of her life as she wrote down her grocery list and made plans with friends. Her handwriting was neat and precise, a stark contrast to the hasty swipes you had made earlier. The app had warned you that once transformed, you'd have no control, but experiencing it was something else entirely. You were a mere instrument to her, a tool to be used at her whim.
In the second hour, Jess decided to use you to write in her diary. You felt a pang of curiosity as the words she wrote flowed through you, but the feeling was quickly replaced with discomfort as you realized the intimate nature of her thoughts. You were privy to her deepest secrets and fears, and you couldn't help but feel a little violated. You wondered if she knew that you could feel the emotions behind her words, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on you as she scribbled away. You weren't just a pen to her anymore; you were a confidant of sorts, forced to listen without the ability to respond.
As the third hour approached, Jess's hand grew tired and she decided to take a break. She placed you on her bedside table, and you felt the softness of the wood against your plastic body. You took this moment of solitude to ponder your new existence. The app had warned you, but the reality of it was far more jarring. You felt trapped, unable to move, speak, or even think for yourself. Yet, there was something oddly liberating about it too. The constant hustle of life was gone, and in its place was a quiet obedience. It was a strange form of peace, albeit one you didn't choose.
Jess returned, looking at you with a sense of possession that was both thrilling and terrifying. You watched as she picked you up again, her eyes scanning the room for something to write on. She found an old notebook and began to scribble down her thoughts. This time, the words were different, more intense. You could feel the anger in her strokes as she wrote about her ex-boyfriend, the way he had hurt her, and the pain she was trying to process. You felt a strange kinship with her, a shared understanding of being used and discarded.
As the fourth hour ticked by, Jess grew bolder with her requests. She decided to use you to write a strongly-worded email to her boss. The words were sharp and accusatory, detailing his constant micromanagement and disregard for her ideas. You felt the vibration of her frustration as she tapped you against the keyboard, and for the first time, you found yourself rooting for her. You wanted to be the pen that helped her stand up for herself, the tool that gave voice to her grievances. The words flowed from you effortlessly, as if you were a conduit for her anger.
In the fifth hour, Jess's mood lightened. She began to sketch a picture of a serene beach scene, the waves gently lapping at the shore. You felt the shift in her emotions, the tension in her grip easing as she lost herself in the creative process. The feeling was soothing, almost meditative. You were no longer just an object but a co-creator, bringing her vision to life one line at a time. The transformation had stripped you of your humanity, yet it had also allowed you to experience the world in a way you never had before, through the lens of utility and creation.
The final hour of your agreement approached, and Jess decided to write a letter to her younger sister. The words she wrote were filled with love and advice, the kind of heartfelt wisdom that could only come from someone who had been through the trials of life. As she penned her thoughts, you felt a warmth spread through your inanimate form, a sense of purpose that you hadn't felt since you were human. You were no longer just a passive observer; you were a vessel for her care and compassion.
As the timer on the app counted down the last few minutes, Jess set you down gently and took a step back, a look of contemplation on her face. The transformation began to reverse, and you felt your body stretch and reshape, your skin returning to its natural state. The app informed you that your time as an object was up and that you would now return to normal. You took a deep breath, relieved to regain control over your movements and thoughts.
The teleportation was as sudden as the transformation. One moment you were on Jess's bedside table, and the next you were standing in the spot where you had been before the app took over. The world around you was just as you had left it, but something felt different. You looked down at your hands, expecting them to be shaking from the ordeal, but they were steady. You had survived the experience, a little bewildered but mostly unscathed. The app had prepared you for the worst, but the reality was more mundane, a brief interlude in someone else's life. You continued to swipe again and then found your eyes on.....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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