Chapter II

 

     

    “Yeah sure, whatever‘s best. Take your time.” Cecelia hung up and locked her phone. Pressing it between her breasts, her cleavage gave way, allowing her to slide it into a cavity she formed in her chest. The pocket’s entrance closing up, she stretched her arms far in front of her to experience the relaxation induced by not only that, but her hands remaining taut and solid as well. Cecelia did, however, let them sag down after a few seconds.

    Continuing with the trend of relaxation she slowly tilted her head back, farther and farther, until her neck and forehead were forced to elongate. Now bending at the knees she let this happen while starting to act naturally adhesive. Her clothes absorbing themselves into the liquid Cecelia was becoming, she drooped lower and lower until all her human features had vanished and she was stretchy like taffy.

    The melted, amoebic, sticky puddle of Cecelia began to work herself into claylike forms. First, she rounded out into a perfect circle, then sculpted a rising lip around that circle to render herself as a wastebasket. Next, the bin thickened up, stretched taller, and widened itself around the bottom, which turned Cecelia into a curvaceous urn. The lid she formed was sealed to her top. From this shape she squeezed a stand from her lowest section while compressing her basin into an orb-like figure and melting away the urn lid. Now she’d become an opaque, skin-colored wine glass that stood about 42 inches tall, her phone nestled within the walls of her bowl.

Suddenly, her entire body quivered.

    A slot opening in her base, she extruded her phone and proceeded to melt into her initial puddle form. Discarding her adhesive property Cecelia slightly slicked her surface as she rose up into a small lump. Two tentacles took shape from this lump, each one splitting into three ‘fingers’ at their ends. A singular eye opened at the peak of Cecelia’s bloblike appearance which allowed her to read the notification that caused her to vibrate earlier as a wine glass.

    Zoe King: “I bet you are. See you guys at 7 ;D”

    Cecelia responded with the same winking emoticon. To say she was excited would be a gross understatement; she had been a big fan of Zoe King for a good three years. Her self-titled clothing line’s aesthetic always spoke to her somehow — its designs, mostly highly edited and distorted diagrams, schematics and other technical drawings, inspired the young woman to break her molds and expand new horizons.

    It was an interview of Zoe’s that encouraged Cecelia to embrace her malleability.

    She suddenly split off into two clay balls. One of them wrapped around her phone, shifting into a small box whose material changed from clay to wood. Hardening into full solidity, she moved most of her attention back to the larger ball. Quickly she flattened out and changed color to a denim blue. Many prints and designs from the Zoe King line drew themselves in white on Cecelia’s surface, even creating for herself a quarter-inch grid for a background design. Including measurement marks as well as various Zoe King logos, she finalized the blueprint fanart with her signature in the lower right corner.

    The Cecelia-box sprung open right then, a plate on the inside thrusting upward and tossing her phone out. Changing this part of herself back to normal, she clutched her chest. “I gotta go wear something!” she exclaimed to the living room, only to twist on herself over and over again, green scales replacing her skin and enveloping her limbs. Once she’d defined her serpentine head and forked her reptilian tongue she hurried across the house into her closet, shifting back to don her Zoe King sweatpants and t-shirt. Coupling this look with a fluorescent orange Off-White belt, white and blue Jordan 4s, and a Teddy Fresh cap she sped back to the kitchen. She knew she had some getting ready to do, and fast.

 

 
Cecelia’s urn form. So big and curvy!