TF (goo, melting)

"You know what I'm thinking?" Emily said.

"Not being psychic, no," Dan replied.

They were spooning on the sofa and drinking beer.

"I was just thinking, you know what I've never done?" Emily said.

"Surfed the Ganges? Climbed a mountain from the inside? Jumped 22 motorcycles in a double-decker bus?"

"I was thinking," Emily emphasised, "that I'd never been a goo girl in the bath."

Dan blinked. "Well, of course not. You turn into jelly. You'd float. Where's the fun in that?"

"Ah!" Emily said triumphantly. "That would have been the case with the old goo formula. But one of those new ones I'm beta testing ..."

"Makes your body a lot more liquid ..." Dan said, catching on.

"Which would make changing in water pretty spectacular ..."

"Or pretty weird ..."

"Or both," Emily finished. "Which is a win-win situation. I'm definitely gonna try it."

She rested her head on Dan's chest. "Just as soon as I finish my beer."

*

An hour later Dan was dozing on the sofa when Emily cried "I'm ready. Come and watch me!" He roused himself and made his way to the bathroom.

One of the advantages of owning an older-style house was the big, deep bath they had. Emily, clad in a dressing-gown, was running the bath and placing her video camera on the sink.

Dan sat down on the closed toilet. "You're filming this?"

"Of course! I'm about to try something no one else has ever done."

"I'm sure scientists all over the world will be thankful."

"Mock all you want, mister. Just prepare to be astonished." With the water at an acceptable level she turned off the taps, then untied her dressing-gown, letting it drop to the floor.

"Hand me that bottle behind you, Dan, OK?"

Dan picked uo the small bottle containing the experimental form of goo potion. "You had another of these?"

"Advantages of being a guinea pig. They sent me half a dozen of each type." Emily entered the bath, laying back against the surface.

"Oh, that's nice and warm," she said with a sigh. "So relaxing."

"Hey, don't forget we're here to make scientific history."

"I was getting to that." Emily reached out to Dan for the bottle. He gave it to her and settled back to enjoy the show.

Emily pulled out the stopper and raised the bottle to her lips. The warm potion flowed easily into her mouth. Soon she would flow easily too, she thought.

A warm feeling settled in her stomach. A little tingle went through her as the serum was absorbed into her and began to change her molecular structure. She giggled. She would never, ever get tired of this, no matter how many times she transformed.

Dan watched Emily as she began to change. At first she seemed to become paler and paler, as all the colour drained out of her. Slowly she changed from a pale translucence to a transparent form, as if she was made of glass. And then she began to wobble.

Emily sighed with pleasure. Transforming sent a direct hotline of sensuality straight to her soul. She could feel her feet start to meld
together and lose their shape. "Oh, here I go ... love it ..." she murmured. Her legs changed and flattened into a gelatinous blob. The effect continued rising up her body as her crotch vanished, then her breasts flattened and dissolved, and her arms became absorbed into her transparent body.

Emily's face began to sink into her body, distorting and exaggerating her features, until she was now just a floating mass of jelly. Emily marvelled again at being able to see and hear despite having no eyes or ears. Or being able to think despite having no brain.

So far this was what had happened every time she had used the goo potion. But now the new formula took over, thinning the blob out until it was a semi-liquid. The previous time she'd tried it she'd been able
to manipulate the change to become a thin, almost resin-like layer - a resin that had coated Dan's body.

Here in the water, though, her semi-liquid form was breaking up. Joyfully, she realised that even when her resin state had broken into two, she could still feel each equally. I'm all Emily, she thought. No, wait, we're all Emily.

She twisted and turned, different parts of her breaking off and then combining again. She billowed through the water like jellyfish. If not having a form felt freeing, this was one step further into a whole new
type of freedom. She could feel bits of her floating up and falling through the water.

"It's like you're a human lava lamp, honey," Dan said.

Yes! That was it! She wanted to kiss Dan with joy ... but that would mean forming lips, and who wanted to do that when you could be a
series of long gelatinous strands floating around instead?

Maybe she'd just keep floating away into bits. Maybe the bits would break down even further. Maybe she'd become microscopic! Imagine that! A sentient cloud too small to be seen in this water.

But wait a minute. Yes, she loved being a goo girl, but she loved being a human too. Playing Xbox. Reading Harley Quinn comics. Fashion. Playing with their cat, Bastard, until the miserable flea-bitten wretch was purring like a Porsche. Dan. And that thing she intended to do with Dan later this evening.

Just as soon as she had a little nap first.

Dan watched as every floating bit of Emily began to draw together, like some kind of bizarre jigsaw puzzle. She quickly became a blob, then a vaguely female-shaped blob, then a transparent woman.

And finally there was Emily herself, resting on the edge of the bath and looking ... well, looking as if she'd just had some particularly
energetic sex.

She spoke wearily but with a grin. "Mission accomplished, lover."

"That looked amazing, Em."

"It felt amazing too. But now ..." she stretched her arms out like a toddler. "Bed."

With a laugh Dan bent over and plucked his girlfriend out of the water. "My lovely little guinea pig. Does that goo potion company know how lucky they are?"

"I'll try something else ... tomorrow ..." And she was asleep.

Dan carried her to the bedroom, dried her off as much as he could and slipped her between sheets. He gazed at her fondly.

Ask a million people if they'd like to have their bodies transformed into a wobbling jelly, he thought, and 999,999,999 of them would run screaming for the exits. Trust his luck to wind up with the one girl in a million who would say "That sounds amazing! Go right ahead! Let's do it!"

It was, he thought, a good kind of luck.