By grapehyacinth


(Animal/inanimate TFs, merging, melting, inflation, shrinking, and more)

Caroline (from 

When Magic Takes Over, Where Science and Magic Meet, and The Melting Point of No Return 

gets her very own story....

Caroline was not too happy to hear that she was on her own this weekend. Spending time with her friends Lexi and Gena had become customary on their free weekends. They would get together specifically to use different transformation serums from the Potion Place, a small store that specialized in them. Now that Gena, a scientist, had gotten together with Mr. Wintergreen, the owner of the shop, they had been coming up with all kinds of extraordinary substances, and the girls were always more than willing to test them out.

But this weekend would be different. Gena had finally made a deal with her boyfriend Jim. Ever since he had experienced transforming, he had spent his free time as a fish. Gena had even bought him his own fish tank. She could not understand how he did not find swimming around in it boring, but he assured her, when in fish form, life was all about swimming and eating, and it was truly a respite from his hectic life in the lab.

But Gena was trying to plan their wedding, and Jim was not helping in the least. Gena suggested that if he would stop being a fish long enough to find a wedding location, then she promised to turn into a fish and join him later on. Gena thought that they might investigate whether it was possible for transformed humans to reproduce. After all, it was something science most definitely needed to know.

Caroline's other friend, Lexi, had a business convention to go to in another state. As it was last minute, she was having trouble making plane reservations, but she had stumbled on and partaken in the perfect alternate plan. She became an envelope.

Caroline put a stamp on her and scribbled the convention hall address across her front. Then she brought her to the post office. She would be sent through the mail to the conference center, where she would change back at an opportune time. Hopefully she would not turn back into a person while sitting in the mail box...

But the absence of Caroline's friends did not have to keep her from having a bit of fun on her own!

Yes! That was it! She would go to Mr. Wintergreen and ask him for the perfect potion – one that could do everything! And she would pay for it too! She had worked hard these past few weeks. She deserved it!

Although excited about her plans, she knew she would miss her friends nonetheless. Watching her friends transforming was almost fun as changing herself. Seeing the intermediates between forms was so fascinating – half-person, half-object, or half-person, half-animal... If only she could watch herself go through all those fantastic metamorphoses that they had done before! She ached for some of her favorites – becoming a pile of fruit, twinning, bubbles...

Yes, that would be her weekend project. She would make a video of herself transforming! Then she could view it whenever she wanted, and she could show it to her friends too!

“Hello, Caroline,” uttered Mr. Wintergreen as she entered his store. He did not bother to look up from the potion label he was writing. “Preparing for this weekend, I take it?” he chuckled before she could respond. “I love you girls. Most young people your age are partying or drinking. You girls are transforming!”

“Mr. Wintergreen, this weekend it's just me. I'm going to be all alone, and lonely, and... could you make me the ultimate potion?”
He finally looked up. “The ultimate potion? I'd say we pretty much have one. The transformation serum that Gena cooked up makes you turn into anything you want.”

“Yes, but I want more than that, All the other things, the merging, imprinting, twinning, even powers beyond transformation... I want that all in one bottle. I want to think it, and it'll happen!”

“Well...”

“Can you do that by Friday night?” Caroline asked in a weak voice.

“I'll do what I can.”

Caroline looked at her feet. “Just one thing.”

“Yes?”

“How much will it cost? I'll... have to go make a withdrawal from the bank.”

“Oh, Caroline, after all you girls have done for me, do you really think I'd ask you to pay? Just like usual, tell me how it went after so I can improve the formula if it needs it.”

The girl squealed with delight. “Oh, I have better. I'm going to tape myself using it so I can watch it again and again! You can too!”

He reddened. “That's a bit personal.”

“Oh, Mr. Wintergreen, I won't be naked or anything. Our clothes change with it – you know that! And I love being watched when I'm transforming anyway. It makes me proud to be so entertaining! Don't you like to watch people change?”

“It fascinates me to no end, Caroline. It's why I do what I do.”

“Great! See you Friday after five!”

Friday did not come soon enough for Caroline. When the clock struck five, she already was rushing out the door from work. She raced to the Potion Place, where the eternally sedate Mr. Wintergreen sat waiting for her. He handed her a bag containing the potion bottle and said, “My dear, I think you'll be having a wild ride this weekend, even without your friends!”

She set up her camera on a tripod, placing it in a corner of her living room in order to capture all of her activity. Then, after moving any furniture out of the way, she gulped down the potion, turned on the camera, and stood before it.

“Okay, guys. Just took the ultimate potion, and we're going to see what it does. I think we'll start with a few of my favorites, just so I have them on tape. I think it'll be cool to watch them. Let me just give the potion a second to kick in.”

She hugged her arms to herself as she felt the liquid travel down her throat. It was pretty cold in here, she realized, shivering. The heat was not working well lately, which was a problem since it was still late February. She had planned on getting a space heater in here, but that had not happened quite yet.

And then her body made a huge shudder.

“Hey!” she cried, taken aback. “I'm changing already!” She was shrinking down, hands being swallowed into her sides, legs merging but feet remaining separate. “What am I turning into?” she squeaked in anticipation. “Ooh... I'm hardening a bit...” She was becoming nearly cube-shaped, and as her head melted into the rest of her form, she could see a cord growing out of her back. “Oh! I'm turning into a space heater! Who would have thought...Well that's definitely helpful!” Her skin was now hardening into an off-white plastic shell draped around her innards, which were swiftly transforming into coils and gears. Her feet solidified into featureless plastic stands to keep her steady. “Mm...who would have thought turning into a machine could be fun? And it feels great!” She could only imagine how captivating it would be to watch herself on the recording, transforming into a heater with a cute little face on the front...

As the last bits of the transformation washed through her, she felt calm and happy, like she was born to be a heater. It had seemed a bit silly as she was changing, but now... Now she was useful! She studied her cord. Its tines were just begging to be placed into the plug over there...

Yet the thought made her hesitate. What would happen if she had electricity going through her? She looked into the camera, deliberating. Could the electricity kill her? Could she die as a space heater? “Wait a minute,” she said out loud. “I'm a machine. Totally. Metal and plastic. There's nothing inside of me that could possibly get hurt! I'm doing this!” And with that, she pushed her cord straight into the plug.

The rush of electricity was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was nothing like the power she felt from the potions sculpting her form; it was bliss on a whole other level. She could only sit there, pumping her warm air into the room as the electricity took over her mind and form.

I am a machine...

As often was the case when transformed into something as comfortable and pleasurable as this, Caroline simply fell asleep. She woke in Saturday's early morning light. There was less of a chill in the air, but it was still there, and she began to enlarge herself accordingly. The camera had turned off long before, but she did not care. Who cared about filming? Her job was to warm everything up. Her warmth needed to penetrate every room! She kept expanding until she was almost as big as the wall behind her. The bigger the heater, the more heat generated, she figured.

And the more electricity running through her...

Snap! Suddenly everything turned off. Including Caroline.

“Oh, damn! I tripped the circuit!” Feeling guilty, she savored her form for another few seconds, then grudgingly became herself so she go down and check the circuit breaker.

When all the electrical problems were ironed out, Caroline returned to the living room and turned the camera back on. “Okay. Now for some old favorites, just to have them recorded.” She stepped into the center of the room. “A mix of the best. First, I'm turning into ooze!” She began to grow transparent and gel-like. She remained in human form, but she was wobbly, resembling a statue made of Jell-o. Standing still to let the rest of her body finish transforming, she could feel her form vibrating if she moved even slightly. “Okay. I think I'm done, so let's see if I can get around like this.” Flapping against the floor, she made a few hesitant steps, then slid across the wooden surface. “Oo!” She splatted up against the wall.

Of course this did not hurt a goo-girl in the least. In fact, it was quite the contrary. In a calm, conversational tone, Caroline continued, “Oh, you know, this leads me to another favorite!” Already crushed against the wall like a bit of silly putty, she forced herself harder against the painted surface, allowing her to merge with it. This action left behind a wet, human-shaped spot on the paint.

For a moment, all was still and silent, then, slowly, the wall started taking on human characteristics. First a pair of eyes materialized, followed by a whole face. “Hello from the wall!” Caroline's visage greeted the camera.

Arms and legs then sprouted from the sheetrock surface, stretching into the room much farther than any human limbs could normally do. Then, the rest of Caroline's body pushed out slightly from the wall, and she extracted herself from the surface. “Hi again!” she waved to the camera. Still made of ooze, she shuffled back to the center of the room. “Now, if this potion does everything I want, I should be able to twin myself – oof! Yes, that worked nicely!” Another gooey Caroline wrenched itself from her, and they stood regarding each other in wonder. “Nice,” she said, going over and tickling her twin, which giggled perfectly on cue. The two girls went back and forth, poking and laughing at each other's Jell-o-like forms.

“Now this one will blow your minds. Let's turn into fruit girls next!” The ooze grew colorful, and each gooey twin grew into a woman-shape mixture of fruit. “We're like fruit statues!” Caroline pointed out. Every part of their bodies was replaced by various fruits – carrot noses, berry eyes... They both were laughing so violently, however, that they collapsed to the floor, and mixed together into one big pile.

The mound coalesced into a face so Caroline could continue her narration – “I can never get enough of this one. Being a bunch of separate fruits never ceases to blow my mind. And this time, there were two of me! Just totally...mind-blowing!”

As she pulled herself back up into human form, she grew more adventuresome. If this potion could do anything, why was she wasting her time on the classics? What else could it do?

She walked over to the window, staring out into the early morning light. A lone seagull fluttered by and she wondered out loud, “Can I fly?”

Suddenly her body was bobbing up in the air, and she cried out in delight. She had been bubbles before, but she had never floated around as a person! She darted around the room a bit, but there wasn't much space, and it was rather awkward, having hit her head on the ceiling once too many times. “I'll go outside!” she decided. She descended to the floor long enough to switch off her camera and open the front door. Then she went out and burst into the sky.

She went as high as she could before it got hard to breathe, and then she dove down, her heart in her mouth. It was fun, but it was cold, and then there was the nagging worry that one of her neighbors would see her. She had to do something less obvious.

“Make me into a bird,” she murmured, and immediately, mid-air, her body began to transform.

She loved how she could feel every part of her rearranging and shifting. Somehow she remained airborne as her arms shrank and feathers began to sprout from them, forming wings. Her legs shortened and thinned, and several toes fused and twisted until her feet were now those of a bird. There was a tingly pressure as a beak formed, and soon she was small enough to fly using her wings. “Oh, I feel so nice,” she whispered excitedly to herself. She was truly a bird, and it felt marvelous! She darted through the sky, soaring and somersaulting. The cold did not bother her much now, due to the feathers that insulated her slight body.

Feeling mischievous, she flapped over to her neighbor's window and peeked in. Her neighbor and her husband were just now rising from their bed, and when she fluttered over to their children's window, she could see the kids having a pillow fight. “Oh, I want to be a pillow!” she thought, and suddenly her whole body puffed out and softened, and she fell helplessly to the earth, a fluffy rectangular pillow. “Oh, I wasn't quite planning this, but...I like this new me. I'm so soft!” She lay in the cold earth for several moments, then turned back into a bird so she could continue her spying activities.

The people next door were having breakfast, and the ones in the next house over were watching TV. After that was one of her co-worker's houses, and what she saw the woman doing with her husband...well, that would be hard to erase from her mind for a while.

Missing her friends and feeling guilty for spying, she decided she just wanted to soar without any effort. Slowly but deliberately, her body began to flatten and stretch into paper and wood, and soon she was merely a kite, fluttering in the slight breeze, her form buffeting up and down in the morning air... Nothing could feel as light and relaxing as this – except perhaps, for being a cloud...

Now her body felt like it was simply disintegrating, and in a sense, it was. Paper and wood were now transforming into mere ice crystals, and she felt her fluffy figure rising up to join the other wispy clouds. The weatherman had been talking about a big snowstorm later tonight and into tomorrow...

I am snow...

Tingles began radiating through her, stronger and stronger, until she felt she could not hold back...

There was a bursting sensation, and parts of her began to fall to the field below...

She had been a cloud with her friends before, but in that instance, she had rained. Here, the weather was turning her into snow. And was even better than being raindrops! She was every snowflake, and she could feel and see from every one. She was floating nearly weightlessly through the air, each one of her a different but beautiful crystal shape. Some of her landed on the trees, dressing them with a white lining, and the rest of her fell to the ground, joining, making a perfect coating of Caroline on the grass.

This felt so nice that she allowed her whole cloud form to simply turn to snow and float to the ground as well so she was all laid out, sparkling like tiny crystals in the sun.

Of course, she had been a very local snow shower, and when the neighborhood kids came out to play, she could hear them shouting in joy and amazement. “There's just snow in one spot!” a girl yelled, and she came crashing through Caroline, who enjoyed every moment of it. Each footstep compacted her in a different place, which was surprisingly pleasant, and it was all she could do to suppress her moans of pleasure.

The kids made snow angels in her, an experience which she never wanted to end. She was being crushed and shifted around just like snow should be. Then, as if it could not get any better, the children started to gather her up to fabricate snowballs!

She was getting so round and solid in one boy's hands that she quaked with joy, and he dropped her to the ground, gazing at her quizzically. “That was weird,” he murmured so no one else would hear.

The snowball part of her shattered on impact, and mixed back with the rest of her on the ground. This just had to be shared with Lexi and Gena! Totally!

The children eventually had a snowball fight, and every time one of her snowballs slammed into something solid, it was like a small, pleasurable explosion. The fight ended up scattering bits of pieces of her even farther than the area she had originally blanketed. “Yes. I absolutely have to share this with my friends!” she noted to herself again happily.

The children tried to shape her into a snowman, but there was not enough of her, and she was a bit too powdery for that. And, the sun was overhead and starting to warm the day up.

As the children left for lunch, Caroline gave a little squeal. The temperature was rising swiftly now; she could feel it on her surface. The warmth was delightful, but it was melting her.

She felt herself liquifying, and soon she was penetrating the soil. It was not frozen, so she could feel herself being pulled into the nooks and crannies and settling around the roots of the grass. She was melting off the trees, running down their branches and meeting the soil below them. Yet there was still a wet film of her on the bark, and she relished it as the trees swished her lightly in the breeze.

She slumbered like this for hours, waking every so often and wishing the children would come back. But they did not, for she had completely melted and was now a very muddy puddle. A group of deer spattered through her at one point, drawing her up on their feet. Some parts of her traveled with them into other parts of the wood, and some of her was left on the ground as their footprints.

As night came on, she felt a prickling sensation. The temperature was dipping, and she was hardening into ice! She tried to liquify where there was some of her on the tree, but as she tried to drop to the ground, she quickly froze into several long icicles. “Mm,” she commented, “Nice.”

And with that, she slept through the night.

Sometime around dawn, snow began to fall on her. The soft flakes tickled at her surface, just partially rousing her from her pleasant sleep. She watched the flakes descending from the clouds, thicker and faster with each passing moment, and it was very hypnotic. As it covered her up, she began to think about how much fun she had had with the children. She did want to be a snowman, but they would never find her under all this snow. Plus, she was ice now. No one would be making a snowman out of her this way!

Enjoying the feel of the blanket of snow for a bit, she soon drew herself together. She pulled herself up from under the snow, from being icicles on the trees, from the back of the deer's legs, and from their footprints on the ground. But instead of forming into a human being, she remained in her watery state, shifting into snow, and then, into a very large snowman.

It felt bizarre being simply three snowballs of increasing diameter. Her head was the smallest, her upper torso was mid-sized, and everything below her waist was now the largest snowball. She could not move, of course, but it felt so funny that she began to titter, rocking back and forth dangerously, which almost made her head fall off.

Her face, like any good snowman, had a carrot for a nose and two black buttons for eyes. She had not bothered to give herself a mouth. She did, however, sprout two twig-arms as an afterthought. It made her feel like she had some limbs, at least.

Then she sat and waited.

The snow piled down on top of her, making a mound on top of her head. But she did not mind. After all, she was snow too.

As she had hoped, the kids soon made their appearance, stopping cold when they saw the giant snowman. “Who did this?” one whispered.

“Someone way before?”

“But there's no footsteps in the snow. It's untouched!”

“There's so much snow, and it's coming down really fast, so they probably got covered up. Who cares! We can seriously climb on this thing, it's so huge!”

To Caroline's delight, the children began scaling her sides, skidding and scraping parts of her off into the process. It was terrific, and she wished she could tell them what fun she was having, but she did not want to scare them off. A talking snowman probably would scar them for many years, she was well aware.

She felt herself rocking slightly, and realized that one boy had reached her head and was trying to climb on top of it. “Oh!” he yelled. Caroline's snowball-head was being dislodged by his weight, and soon both he and it tumbled to the ground.

“Oh, poor snowman!” cried one girl.

But Caroline smiled to herself from where her head was on the snow. She was loving every bit of this. Even when her head fell off.

The children were called in for lunch. As they left, several of the boys were talking animatedly about building a snow fort. As they disappeared off into their houses, the headless snowman stirred. Caroline knew exactly what she would turn into next!

She drew her head back into herself, becoming a solid block of snow. Then she began to expand, hollowing out and forming an opening in front so the children could enter. She would be the perfect snow fort! “Hmm...I'm getting a bit too tall!” she noted. She had to appear believable, so she shrunk down to about six feet tall. She allowed all of her form to harden nearly to ice so she would be relatively indestructible. And she had to admit, she also always liked the way it felt to harden.

When the children returned, they ran towards her, shrieking and gasping in amazement.

“Awesome! Who is doing this? Our own MASSIVE fort!”

“Someone's fooling with us! No prints in the snow again,” said one of the older boys.

“Who cares? This is so awesome!”

Some of the children ran inside her, which made Caroline feel happy and protective. She would keep the children warm and safe! Meanwhile, other, more adventurous kids began to scale her walls and station themselves on her roof. She could feel the pressure of their weight, and she strengthened herself accordingly. She did not want her little friends to get hurt.

As they had snowball fights and played around her all afternoon, Caroline wondered what people would think if they knew these kids were playing on a person who had turned themselves into a snow fort. It could sound pretty creepy, she acknowledged, but she was completely innocent. Sure, it felt wonderful and she was enjoying every second of it, but she also was proud that she had given the kids such a memorable afternoon....with a hint of magic thrown in.

The sun was getting low in the sky, and Caroline did have to go to work the next day. She still had a few things she wanted to record with her camera, so, once the children went home, she shrank down to herself, which, other than immediately feeling cold, allowed her to sink nearly hip-deep into the snow.

“Wow, I didn't realize how much snow we got! I might not be able to even get in to work tomorrow!” She tried to trudge through the snow, then realized she was being ridiculous. She could simply fly over it!

She stretched her arms out, squeezed her legs together, and allowed her body to shrink and become a wooden glider. She shot herself into the air and pushed herself home, the wind massaging her wooden form as she flew.

When she reached her home, she smacked into her front door and fell into the snow. There was such a big drift in front of her door that she could not imagine how she would even open it.

But she had been a heater before, so...

She rounded out and hardened into a large rock. She had considered becoming lava, but that would burn up everything. Perhaps she could have been a snowblower, but she would need to run and control herself... Instead, she simply became a chunk of granite and allowed herself to get warmer and warmer...

The cold snow melted against her hot surface, bathing her in a cool bath. Soon she had melted a big enough area that she was able to open her door. She changed back, and sidled back into her house.

Her camera was right where she had left it, and she smiled at it. “I've got more for you in a sec. First let me eat. I haven't been human for a couple of days, so I'm starving.”

As she gulped down a quick sandwich, her mind perused other possibilities she could put on her recording. Then she held up her meal. “Of course! I'll be food!”

She gulped down the last remnants of her dinner and rushed over to the camera. Flicking it on, she announced, “More fun things to turn into. First, I'm a cookie!”

She shrank to the floor, softening and rounding into a disc. “I'm chocolate chip!” her little face called to the camera. She flopped around a bit, quite high on the feelings of the transformation, then she came to a standstill. “Here you go! Interview with the cookie!” she giggled. “I love this! I'm soft, round, and flat, and I feel...delicious!” She wobbled around some more, sending crumbs everywhere. “That's the way the cookie – me – crumbles!” she laughed, nearly in hysterics.

She drew herself back into human form, now craving a hot chocolate chip cookie. She picked up a stray paper from the floor, thinking how desperate she was for chocolate, and suddenly the paper was wadding up and changing into a cookie. “Oh, it is the ultimate potion! I can even change other things! And this is the best cookie I ever tasted!” she exclaimed, wiping a blotch of chocolate from her lips. “Well, except for me. I bet, when I was a cookie, I was even more delicious than this one!”

She created several more cookies, eating until she was quite full. Then she stepped back in front of the camera. “Okay, now I need to be something huge...um...yeah!”

She stood up tall, pushing her face into the camera. “First, we'll start with this!”

Caroline's nose began to lengthen, making her look like a female version of Pinocchio. But then it grew longer and thicker, and the skin on it grew gray and wrinkly. As it reached the floor, she grabbed it and waved it at the camera. “I'm a person with a trunk! Love it!” After displaying her new appendage to herself in a mirror, she returned to the camera. “Now let's change the rest of me.”

She held her breath, and her body started to bulge. Her legs and arms were becoming remarkably wide, and her skin was thickening and graying just like her trunk. Groaning, she uttered, “It'll be easier to change like this,” and she got down on all fours seemingly just in time. Her arms and legs had completely become the stocky legs of an elephant, and they were growing and widening by the second.

Meanwhile, her midsection was gaining phenomenal amounts of mass, and she grinned at the camera. “I love becoming large. It's so much fun...” She already had a cute elephant tail, and her ears reached down the sides of her increasingly-elephant-like head.

She tried to control herself in front of the camera, but at the very end of her metamorphosis, she let out a huge, triumphant, “Oh, my God, yes!” Shudders rocked her body, and she stamped her thick feet against the floor.

Then she smashed across the room to view herself in the mirror. “Damn, I make an awesome elephant!”

She trudged back to the camera and stuck her trunk into it, waving. “See how cool this potion is? I am now an elephant! A huge, amazing, elephant! And you should have seen what I was outside! Snow! Ice! A bird, kite, glider...Oh, I love this potion!”

She flicked her trunk back and forth, stamping around the room until she realized that each step made the floorboards groan. “I guess I'm also pretty heavy.” She became human, turning her face back to the camera. “Next up, I think I wanna be small, but cute, and tasty....OH!” Her arms snapped to her sides, and she fell to the floor, her body pushing into a fetal position. It melded together, becoming a perfect pink sphere, hardening and shrinking until it was a sucking candy...with Caroline's face, of course.

Moaning, she began to roll around. Every bump in the floor tickled, and her hysterical laughter propelled her all over the room. “I'm such a cute little candy!” she cried between giggles. “And this tickles so much!” Soon she was a seriously tired candy from all the laughing and rolling, and she grew still.

But she would not remain unmoving for long. “You know, I should be a bouncy ball for the camera too,” she added, softening into plastic and beginning to inflate. She took on a swirly pattern of all colors, and when she was nice and firm, she let out a small groan. “Inflation. It is...so amazing...” And then she began to bounce.

The impact of each and every bounce sent shock waves though her, making her gasp and bounce even harder. “Who would have thought being a toy could give me such pleasure.. Oh!” she smacked against the wall and rolled under a chair. “Boy, I'm such a good bally,” she called to the camera with a wink.

Quickly, she rolled back out. “Hey, I wonder if this works.” She melted into a colorful puddle, then willed herself to evaporate. And somehow, she began separating. She was becoming water-like, and the strange tingle that she had felt changing to ice and snow began to run through her form, dividing her into microscopic particles, allowing her to rise into the air...

More and more of her was being pulled up, and the sensation was too remarkable to resist. “Take all of me apart...” she begged, and she could feel all the tiny pieces of her ascending to the ceiling, forming a colorful cloud...

She could not understand how this was scientifically possible, and she wished her scientist friend Gena could see her as this pretty particle-cloud. But then again, as both Gena and Mr. Wintergreen pointed out, none of this could be explained scientifically. She remembered Mr. Wintergreen's comment as Gena turned into a nut to show him how her transformation formula worked. He had picked her up and uttered, “My dear, how does science explain a talking pecan? A hard-shelled nut with eyes, nose, and a mouth that talks...without vocal cords? You discovered magic, Gena.”

It seemed so long ago...

The Caroline-cloud showered back to the floor in a flutter of colors, forming a multi-toned pile. Now she resembled a mixture of colored craft sand. “Someone could make sand art from me!” she mentioned to the camera, as if this were the best idea ever thought of. “Yes, I bet I'd make some pretty art!”

The sand drew up into a colorful sand statue, then Caroline's human features began to bleed through. “You know, I just realized. We were speaking of inflation, and there's another favorite that I didn't do yet.” Caroline reverted completely back to humanity to make sure there was enough room left on the camera. Although she had used a considerable amount of space, to her great relief, there was still more available. “Great. This is going to be better to watch than any movie Hollywood could make. And no one can beat the special effects – because they're not! Well, they're definitely special, but they sure as hell aren't effects!”

Smiling and getting back into place, she continued, “Now, watch this. First, we'll make me nice and small...” She shrank down to maybe a foot tall and waved her tiny hands at the camera. “Hey! Look at me...I'm tiny and doll-like...oops!”

Very quickly, Caroline hardened into a porcelain version of herself. Shocked, she lay there, slightly jarred from the swift, unanticipated change. “I wasn't expecting that either! This potion is very sensitive!” she laughed through her porcelain mouth. “I can't wait to see this video now. I bet I make the cutest doll! I wish someone would play with me...although I'm breakable...” She softened into a ragdoll. “Okay. Now I'm unbreakable! I love myself like this!” She hugged her floppy fabric arms to her chest, then explored her new body with them. “So, yes, I can feel everything even though I'm fabric. I have all my senses, even though I'm made of material. Explain that, science!” She paused momentarily, then sobered up somewhat. “Well, I'll have to try this again at some point when someone's around to play with me. But let's get back on track...” She melted back into flesh and blood.

“Now...we turn me into a bubble!”

Her body began to expand and grow transparent. She began to titter as her arms disappeared into her sides and her legs melded together. “I'm sorry I'm laughing, but transforming is so nice, and filling up with air and expanding...OO! It just tickles so much!” Her laughter was so intense that she began to choke slightly, which made her part-human body bounce sideways on the floor. “Sorry! I don't really have legs to stand on now! I'm getting pretty round!” Her size was also increasing, however, and as her face disappeared into the rest of her spherical, transparent form, it left her features intact, and she winked again at the camera. “Like me now? I feel so light, and full...and I'm still expanding!”

She was growing larger and larger. “Oh, my God! The pressure, and the...oh, I'm getting so big...Yes! YES!”

Caroline popped.

Soapy bits of her were scattered everywhere- the walls, the floor, the area rug, the stones on the fireplace...And she was soaking into all of them, and it was wonderful... “I'm everywhere!” she proclaimed, having formed her face on the wall. “It's so relaxing! I'm sinking into everything I popped on! Yes!”

This was too good to be true. She was thin, she was soapy and liquidy with tiny bubbles forming in some spots, she was plastered all over her room and sinking into every surface... What a perfect way to the way to end things! This would be her final form for the weekend, and this was how she would sleep tonight. As she knew very well, the sleep of the transformed could not be beaten!

From the wall, she winked once more at the camera. “And so we end my own ultimate weekend of fun. I still wish I could have shared it with you guys, Lexi and Gena. I can't wait for you to see this movie!”

She made a wide smile that expanded past her face and over much of the wall. “So, hope you all enjoyed. Good night!”

                                                                                                                                                   

And the face disappeared.