TF (goo, dehydrating)

Milly was, frankly, agog. “You turned yourself into paint?” she demanded.

Emily giggled. “That’s right! I figured out how to do it. Take some dye, turn into goo, then use a liquifier.” She took a swig of beer.

“What did it feel like?”

“Amazing! I was coating the wall, so I was flat, and I was huge, and I went from being a liquid to a solid - that’s always nice. Oh, you’ve got to do it!”

“Easier said than done,” Milly snorted. “I don’t have a job as a guinea pig for Goo Labs. No, it’s just plain ol’ goo girl for me. Oliver likes it when I’m transparent and he can see his … you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Emily laughed. “Dan liked that too.” The two girls, who were sitting in Milly’s back garden, clinked their bottles together.

“So how does Dan feel about all the things you’ve been turning into?” Milly said curiously.

“Oh, he thinks it’s great. Hey, we should do something together! Like we used to!” Milly was the only other person Emily knew who liked to turn into goo. She flashed back to a day when their boyfriends had played hackeysack with the girls, who had been fused together into a big ball of goo.

“Sure, not today, though. I gotta work at four o’clock. Well, we’re almost out of beer. Want another?”

“Absolutely.” The girls wandered back into the kitchen.

“Wow, look at all this stuff!” Emily said, as she took in the equipment crammed into the tiny room.

“Yeah, it’s part of the perks of going out with a chef. Since he got the job at the restaurant, he gets a big discount at the kitchen supplies place. Did you see this pressure cooker? Scares the crap out of me!”

Emily was staring at another piece of equipment. “What’s this?”

“That? That’s a dehydrator.”

“And what does it do?”

“Well … it dehydrates.” Milly frowned. “You know, it sucks all the moisture out of something … why?”

Emily grinned. “Because I really, really need to use it.”

*

All was quiet when Dan came home from work. That was never a good sign.

“Em?” he called. “Em? Are you here?”

Nothing. Only silence.

He went into the kitchen and immediately spotted a bottle on the table. Inside it was a slighty pinkish powder. Once upon a time he would have thought “Oh, my girlfriend has bought some bath salts”, but those days were long gone.

Sure enough, when he picked up the bottle he found a note underneath in Emily’s handwriting that read:

“INSTANT GIRLFRIEND! Just Add Water!”

Oh Em, what the hell have you done now?

Dan rushed into the bathroom and ran a bath. When it was about halfway full, he opened the bottle and tipped the contents into the water.

For a heart-stopping moment nothing happened. Then the powder began to swell as it returned to a jelly-like state.

The jelly began to coalesce into a blob. Then the blob began to form a vaguely female-like shape. And eventually the goo girl filled with colour.

And then Emily sat blinking in the bath.

“Oh!” she said. “That worked! Well, good!”

“Em! Em! Are you all right?” Dan said urgently.

“Sure! Did you see me? I was dust!” Emily grinned.

Dan stared. “But … how?”

“I turned myself into goo, then I got into a kitchen dehydrator.”

“But that wouldn’t have turned you into dust.”

“Oh no, that just shrivelled me up. Then I got Milly to put me in the coffee grinder.”

“Em, you could have died!”

A glazed look came over Emily’s face. “Yeah, I suppose, but … what a trip! Wait, where are you going?”

“To get a beer.”

“Good idea! Can you get me one too? After all …” Emily giggled. “I’ve been a little dry.”