Two weeks…that’s how long Jamille kept Jillian and Camille as her shampoo and conditioner dispensers. 14 whole days came and went while Jillian and Camille waited every day for their daily visit from their owner. Some days she even came to visit them in the shower twice. Those days were their favorites. Because even though both dispensers were still conscious and trying not to lose their hold on their mental faculties, they got bored very easily in their current forms. At least when Jamille would shower they would have someone acknowledge their existence and even hold a made up conversation with them. Camille hated the fake convos but Jillian after a while started acting like she was responding when Jamille would speak on her behalf. Camille just liked the sensations she felt when Jamille would push her nozzle down to squirt out the conditioner. The feeling had become pleasant and almost sensual.

But sadly for the two containers their purpose in the shower had outstayed its welcome and after two weeks, Jamille came in not for a shower, but to grab the two containers to clean up before changing into a new form. Jill let out a silent pout as she didn’t want to give up her precious shampoo she was storing inside her, but she couldn’t stop the process as Jamille rinsed the two containers out thoroughly and resealed their nozzles before heading down to the Reshaper once more.

Both inanimate objects were placed once more into the Reshaper and started to speculate internally as to what they would become this time. However, as the Reshaper finished its process of transforming them, they were a bit confused because they felt slightly similar to their previous forms. They still didn’t have eyes or a face in general so they couldn’t see what they had become, but it felt like the same general shape they had just been in. The only noticeable differences to them was that they seemed coated in some sort of glossy material, and instead of a nozzle as their lid, they felt something bigger and more rigid that ran from the top of their forms down the backside of them about midway. Neither was sure what this lid actually looked like so they were eagerly waiting for their owner to clear up their confusion.

Thankfully for the two objects, their questions were soon answered. Once Jamille had the two back up in the suite she set them down on the kitchen counter and began talking to them again. “Welcome home my little playthings! I know it must be killing you not knowing what I transformed you into this time but don’t worry, your gracious owner is here to answer your questions.” Jill was excited to hear what she became while Camille internally groaned.

Jamille walked over to a cupboard and pulled out two bags of powdered sugar and brown sugar and cut them open. She then returned to the two objects and grabbed a hold of the tan colored one that had the word ‘Jill’ inscribed on it. She reached for its lid, which was shaped like long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and pulled it easily off and placed it on the counter. She then grabbed the bag of powdered sugar and began pouring it into the Jill container which made Jill perk up as she felt the sugar filling her insides. “Jill you get to be my new cute powdered sugar container.” She then placed the blonde ponytail back on Jill’s featureless head and then turned and grabbed the brunette ponytail lid off of the darker colored container labeled ‘Camille’ and started filling it with the brown sugar. “And for you sister, brown sugar.” She placed the lid back on Camille who was irritated finding out what her new form was. A kitchen utensil.

Jamille took the two containers and place them in a corner on the kitchen counter and took a step back to view her handiwork. “You two turned out perfect! Easily the cutest form I’ve made you this far. Now I know you’re both probably wondering how long I plan to keep you as sugar containers. Well, I figured once you ran out of the sugar I filled you with, that would be an appropriate time to change you into something else. And just so neither of you feel left out, I won’t change either of you until both of you have run out of sugar. That seems fair right?” Camille was enraged by this news. Not only did she feel helpless as an inanimate sugar container, but it could take weeks if not a month to go through how much sugar she filled them with. Not to mention, Jamille rarely cooks for herself. This transformation might be a long one.