Encounter 6 - Thrown and Split
“We both have today and tomorrow open... I feel like you’re getting at something here, so can you like just tell me what’s on your mind?”
“I’m trying to find a way for us to go out together while incorporating my powers into it,” she admitted.
“Well I feel like that’s not too hard; I’ll go shopping or take you for a drive while you’re my clothes. Would ya like that?”
“That does seem nice but I think I want something more involved. I just can’t pinpoint anything I’d really love to go do.” Rebecca then sighed.
“We can always relax here. That way you can use your powers and nobody but me sees them.”
“If I’m being honest... I kinda do want people to see them. Here, let me explain. I have this fantasy where I become an inanimate object and you place me somewhere public and in the open, blending in with my surroundings like a chameleon. Unlike my imagination though, the real world isn’t safe because if you were to hang me up in a clothing store, someone could buy me, same case if I was food at the supermarket. See where I’m going here?”
“I suppose I do, so ummm... hey, maybe we can do something like that when I go to work. I’ll place you beside my station; you can be a tool or a sign or maybe even a tire. All I’d need is something that would blend in well with a mechanic shop and can be carried to work with me.” There was a pause.
“That... never really occurred to me...”
“Would you be into that?”
“Y-yeah, I’ll give it a try.”
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I slid over to the right side of the couch so Mark could have the left. Leaning back, I bent my right leg around my head and proceeded to extend it so that both of my feet hung an equal height off the ground: a centimeter or two. With my shin on my stomach, Mark eyed it, and gave it some pokes. “It’s, uh, kinda soft.”
“Well, yeah, my body does that when I stretch it like this. But it gets tougher when I flatten, oddly enough.”
“That is quite odd.”
“Mmhmm. Now, assuming you don’t want me to leave before tonight, I think we should get out of the house and maybe go enjoy ourselves,” I pointed out.
“My thoughts exactly... I’ve been waiting to surprise us with a little weekend getaway.”
“Oooh I’m interested!”
“Want to go hiking out in a state park? Get some road tripping in, enjoy the outdoors, hell, I could even bring a tent and sleeping bags if you want.”
“YES! I’d love to Mark!”
“I say we leave at around three today, but it’s up to you what we do for now.”
“Maybe there’s something entertaining that has to do with my powers... though I don’t really know what exactly to do because I want you in the mix.”
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“Sweetie, I’d be willing to help you out in whatever form you choose.”
Rebecca retracted her leg back to normal, appearing pensive as she placed an angled hand on her chin. “Well, can you sketch? Or make origami?” she asked.
“I can do decent sketches in pen or pencil, and the only origami I know is the type that would make a paper airplane.”
“Can you help meee make a paper airplane?”
“Only if it’s made of Rebecca,” I snickered.
“100% pure Rebecca, in fact. What color would you prefer?”
“Let’s go with white to start, and once you’re folded maybe you can paint yourself like an actual plane... I think that’d be kinda cute.”
“Hmhm, copy that, captain,” she giggled, using her elastic body to slump down and slide onto the floor. She began to flatten and fold on herself until she left the third dimension, and from there she guided her body into a rectangular shape before coating herself entirely in a pure white color, eliminating all her human features and leaving her as a sheet of printer paper.
I gave that classic ‘nose exhale’ and gently lifted her by a corner, taking her to my real dining table where after stroking her with my fingertips I creased her longways. Then I performed corner folds on both sides of the crease. After that I folded further until I had an evenly constructed high-performance paper airplane. I even incorporated angled wing tips as I finished the design with my girlfriend in my hand.
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Assuming Mark had finished, I decided I’d have to give myself a paint job. Concentrating on my nose than gliding my focus all the way back to the tips of my wings I dyed myself marine blue. Then from my trailing end I applied a swirly pattern of seashells that faded from white at the rear back to marine at the midsection to provide a color gradient. I pause my recollection for a few moments to think up a model name for this sleek Mark-built aircraft— WHAAAAH!
He thrusted me into the air and for my first flight I’d guess I traveled pretty well, considering I can’t see or hear. But I could feel things, like my nose ramming Venetian blinds. Ow, I inwardly grumbled, but then I was again picked up.
Next came the hallway and this is when I really got to showcase my stability. Making sure to form tiny eyes at my nose I prepared for a hefty windup to be followed by a loaded throw. Okay, he’s back... aiming... WHEEEEE! I squealed in thought, flying down from the living room, past the bathroom, and onto the floor as I skidded to a half a few feet from the wall at the end of the hallway... which was unsurprisingly more of a pain than my prior crash land. While I waited for Mark to pick me up I inscribed the text ‘Keening R-19’ where my ailerons would be if I had them.
He might have said something but I couldn’t hear him. I ended up flying back out of the hallway after a firm thrust from Mark, landing me near the back of the living room.
I thought that now would be a good time to take a break. Flattening myself back into a blue sheet I expanded my body and reshaped it to take the silhouette, and then color, of my torso. With this step out of the way I just extended my limbs, neck and head from where their joints would be while I spawned my underwear. Now back to human form I stuck up a hand so Mark could pull me back to my feet.
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“So, happy travels?” I chuckled as I lifted my girlfriend off her back.
“Flying certainly does feel good, Mark.”
“I’d know it. I took some flying lessons earlier in life, and I can pilot a sailplane pretty well. They’re the most peaceful things, Rebecca...”
“I’ve been one of those. I’ve also turned into a small, less detailed version of a commercial jet, among other planes and helicopters. But I’ll say this: almost nothing beats turning into a kite. You have to fly me when we go camping.”
“That sounds like so much fun, and I bet you’ll love how nobody around us will know that the kite I’m flying is my lady.”
“See, I knew you’d have the gist of my little kink.”
“Hey, how do you feel about splitting up? Is it possible?”
“I can split into as many Rebeccas as I want, and they all shapeshift on mental command,” she explained. “It’s quite convenient when I want to be a pair of shoes or a bowl of fruit. Here, lemme show you...”
Rebecca closed her eyes and started to unzip from the top of her scalp, straight through the centerline of her visage. As the two sides of her leveraged themselves apart the missing halves formed in their place, but to my surprise the inside of her body was... solid?! There were no organs, no blood no nothing! “It’s like rubber...” I said meekly as I watched with transfixed eyes until both halves of Rebecca were apart, only to be augmented by the limbs and characteristics of humans to create a perfect clone of my girlfriend, one that was even donning a mirroring bra and panty set.
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“Ooh, it really feels good to unzip like that,” I said.
“Yeah, I know right?! To form a duplicate is such a sexy, yet calming thing to do...”
“Totally! Awh, and you get to enjoy it even more, because you’re me.”
“And you’re me,” my dupe giggled.
“Okay Mark, now that you’ve got two shapeshifters instead of one, you can name some forms that need two parts.”
“Remember those high heels you mentioned? Let’s see those.”
“Easy.” My clone and I assumed somewhat of a downward dog pose like in yoga except with our elastic flexibility we could rest our full forearms on the ground. Sets of legs merged into rods that elevated our rear ends, becoming skinny yet tough, and taking on a red color that soon spread up to our hips. We dissolved our clothing into our skin as our sexes folded away and, from butt to shoulder blades, our backs opened up to form leather insoles. We became padded on these surfaces, taking extra care to firm the raised soles and apply the shiny red on the outside as well as the light tan on the inside. Then our heads and arms coalesced and morphed into triangular toeboxes, also dyed in rouge, before we shrank down to the size of realistic high heels.
The true me created a mouth at my toebox and ear holes on the slanted sole. “I’m pretty sure you’re not gonna wear us,” I snickered. “What’s next?”
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“Mind if I examine real quick?”
“Go ahead.”
I lifted Rebecca up off the floor and proceeded to inspect every little detail of her sparkling new form, from the rod to the toe. While it was a hundred percent true I’d never wear high heels I had to admit that she looked “perfect. You’re indiscernible from the real thing.”
“That’s kinda my job description as a shapeshifter, after all. What else would you like to see?”
“Ummm... shampoo and conditioner?” I blurted out as I placed her next to her duplicate, seeing as that was the first paired set of items that came to my mind. But this caused the shoes below me to collapse in on themselves, their shapes mangling for a few seconds before smoothing out into more pear-like bodies, sans lips or hearing. One grew larger than the other but both turned a creamy white hue with black labels. Of these labels the most prominent features were the words ‘Keening hair care’ accompanied by a fluid sketch of Rebecca’s face. At the top of each bottle she extended mass around the peaks which bent into the forms of pumping nozzles, the shampoo cap being gray and that of the conditioner being black. I could pick up the faintest moans from them both as they shuddered, myself guessing they were filling up, for the last few seconds of their transformations.
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Again he lifted me up but this time, ‘me’ was my copy. I possessed equal sensory capability in both my bodies so had he grabbed the other, larger bottle that was me I would have felt the same way. Though when he pumped a squirt of conditioner into his palm, I allowed the material to fade from my consciousness. I could only assume he rubbed it in his skin; my hearing was absent but I was again placed on the floor somewhere.
Moments went by. Internally sighing under the neutralization inanimacy can sometimes bring about I let my forms sag and soften, widening a bit in the lower halves and recoloring to a speckled green. While seeds and plant matter occupied us on the inside of what were formerly plastic exteriors, our caps turned to organic stems. All the labeling from the bottles was whisked away and I commanded the larger Rebecca to shrink in size to match that of what was now a twin pear somewhere close to me.
It wasn’t long before we were lifted again, discovering without much delay that where we landed was a surface of granite. Life was once again calm and still. I had no intention of changing this.