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PART 2
For the first time since my transformation, Rhodora was out. She had gone to the store, and I missed her terribly. I still felt amazing in my new chair-form, and I could only dream about what else I could be.
At the moment, I sat pushed slightly under Tommy, the table. Several others of Rhodora’s flock had become chairs to make a set, and we sat talking. Yes, it would have sounded ludicrous in my previous life, but here, in Rhodora’s house, it was true. The table and chairs were conversing.
The discussion turned to how the others had met Rhodora, and Tommy broke in with his story.
“She was standing by a beautiful cherry wood table in an antique shop I used to visit. Well, I practically lived there. I loved to go there and look at the objects, imagining what it was like to live in a time when they were used. I was an accountant, I had no social life, no girlfriends…so I hung out in antique shops. I don’t know what gave me the courage to talk to Rhodora, but I just needed to.”
We all looked at each other, understanding him completely.
“She wanted the table desperately, but it was way out of her price range. We started talking, eventually dating, and I vowed to get that table for her one day.”
“How did you find out about what she could do?” asked Jake, presently in the form of a flowerpot.
Tommy’s voice sounded like he was blushing, but it wasn’t like we could tell, considering he was made of wood. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Listen, we all like and enjoy this kind of thing. Entertain us! Give us the nasty details,” cried a chair whose name was Steven, I believe.
Tommy made a gulping-like sound. “Okay, you asked for it. One day we were on my bed, and she was staring into my eyes. ‘You have a fantasy. Tell me!’ she demanded. I don’t know how she understood this, and I’d never dared to tell anyone else, but I had to tell her.
“’I want to be shrunk down so I can…touch a lady…there-’ I pointed between her legs, ‘Then I want her to shrink down and touch me…here.’ And you know exactly where I pointed.”
“That is…damned nice…” Jake whispered hungrily. “I need to do that…both of those.”
“Me too,” several of the other objects agreed.
“She made me stand between her legs on the bed, and suddenly the air was rushing in my ears, and…euphoria was running through me! I was shrinking, and it felt amazing! Every part of me was tingling and miniaturizing…and there I was, right where I wanted to be! I didn’t understand a bit of it, but it didn’t matter! I was so happy, and I don’t think I ever made a woman happier than at that moment!”
“I believe that,” I said.
“Then she cupped me in her hand, put me to her lips, and kissed me. ‘Your turn,’ she whispered. She placed me beside her, and I began to enlarge to my normal height. And that feeling of growing bigger…well, that’s probably why I like to be big things.”
There was a general titter around the room.
“Then she shrank. Watching her grow smaller turned me on to no end, and the bliss in her face made me so happy. She was beautiful even at the maybe five inches she now stood, and she grasped and rubbed me…Oh, God! I need to do that again!” he cried, laughing.
“The next day, I tried to buy the table at the antiques shop. I needed to thank her for…everything. But the table was already sold, and I felt horrible.
“I told her how I had planned to purchase the table, but it was gone, and that’s when she had me to her house. I discovered all that she was capable of. I wanted to join her. I wanted to serve her. ‘Would you like to be the table for me?’ she asked. And after a long discussion, I agreed. And as you well know, the transformation is just…amazing. I never get tired of it. The growing, the stretching, the hardening into wood…” he sighed. “We are so lucky to know her.”
At that moment, Rhodora herself walked in. She carried a bag of fish food in her hand. “Who wants to be a fish tank? I have the urge to turn into a fish. Anyone else want to join me?”
A chorus of ‘yeses’ rocked the room.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been a fish. It’s really fun!” Rhodora exclaimed, picking up Jake the flowerpot. “Thanks for volunteering to be the tank, Jake. You want to go directly to that form, or you want to take a stretch or two back in human form?”
Jake did not seem to need much time to decide. “If you make the transformations nice, slow, and pleasurable, I’ll let everybody get a look at my human form first.”
“I promise it’ll be good, my friend,” Rhodora smiled craftily, setting him on the floor.
The clay pot began to shudder and stretch. As it enlarged, a slight cracking sound was heard as the clay softened into flesh. It grew higher and higher, arms bursting from its thickening torso, which was swiftly separating into legs on the bottom.
The whole form shuddered with a groan of pleasure as features appeared on a rather pallid face. Sandy brown hair sprouted on its head, and Jake stood in front of us, looking dejected.
“What’s wrong, it wasn’t good?” Tommy demanded, always ready to defend Rhodora.
“No! It was wonderful, obviously. I just hate being human. Change me, Rhodora. Make me a nice tank.”
So Jake the flowerpot didn’t like to be human. Well, here I was, Doug the Chair, loving everything about my new form, dreaming of what else I would ask to become…yet I didn’t hate being human. This was just…more interesting…and it felt damned amazing, to be honest!
The doorbell rang. “Who the hell is that?” Jake spat.
Rhodora walked to the door. “Sorry, Jake, you might have to remain human for a few more minutes.” Several objects laughed and Jake kicked angrily at the floor as Rhodora opened the door.
There stood a rugged-looking man, who craned his neck to look past Rhodora into her house.
“Officer Scottson. How…nice to see you…again,” Rhodora said, obviously trying to cover up a hint of annoyance in her voice. “How can I help you? Just…checking in as usual?”
“Damn,” Jake uttered.
The policeman obviously heard Jake’s outburst. He pushed the door open wider. “Oh, I’m sorry. You have company…again. I’ll come back later.”
“No, it’s alright. What’s wrong?”
The officer caught a glimpse of Jake and scrunched up his face. “Who’s he?”
Rhodora let out an angered breath. I’d never seen her as anything but patient, but this guy was even getting to me. “He’s a friend. Is there a problem?”
“Well, like you said, I was just checking out the neighborhood as usual—”
“Officer, it’s nice that as a neighbor you keep an eye on everyone, but it’s not necessary.”
“Oh, but it is. It is. I see men coming to your house, but I never see anyone leave except you. Why is that?”
Rhodora gulped, but kept her voice steady. “I don’t know. Perhaps you’re not watching at the proper time,” she retorted.
“Oh, I’m always watching.”
“Rhodora, everything okay?” Jake sauntered up behind her.
“Who are you?” Officer Scottson demanded.
Jake glared at him. “Who are you?”
“I’m a police officer.”
“Are you on duty?”
“No, I live next door.”
“That’s nice. Bye!” Abruptly, Jake shut the door in the surprised man’s face. “Asshole. He made me stay human for far too long!”
I started laughing at his reaction. It was totally ludicrous.
“Shut up, chair,” Jake mumbled.
Rhodora patted him on the back. “Thanks, Jake, but we need to be a bit more careful than that. We might have to move to a different area if he calls attention to us.”
“Oh, he lives alone. Just turn him into a bush and plant him outside.”
“Come, let me change you. Lie down here.” Rhodora pointed to the floor, and Jake obeyed, already in better spirits.
“Nice, ooh, nice,” he gasped as his body elongated. I found watching the process of transforming to be beyond fascinating, and Jake’s changes were no different in this respect. His body flattened into a featureless rectangle, which grew transparent as it sides grew up and joined into a box-shape. It hardened into glass.
“Shouldn’t you make him bigger?” asked Steven, the chair beside me.
“Yes, yes. Make me bigger,” sighed Jake, now quite happy. The tank began to grow in size until it reached Rhodora’s hips. “Bigger, bigger!” Jake cried. Rhodora smiled at the bliss in his voice, and I could only marvel at how talented she was. She had taken flesh, made it clay, brought it back to humanity, then reduced it to a glass tank. And she was enlarging it, finally stopping when it reached her shoulders.
“There you go, Jake! You’re a fish tank to be proud of!”
Right then the door burst open.
“Where the hell did that tank come from?” yelled Officer Scottson.