TF (Imprinting)

“Oh God!!!”

Sophie reared back as the waves of pleasure hit their peak, sending ripples of ecstasy through her body. As she collapsed back into her pillows, she had a big smile on her face.

So did her vibrator.

“Oh man!” it said. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

“You know it,” Sophie said, smiling at the little face on her Hitachi - a face that resembled her girlfriend Louise. “I can’t believe you kept your face on for the whole thing!”

“Hey, when you’ve taken imprinting potion and got into your girlfriend’s vibrator, you want to see everything,” Louise said. “And I do mean everything …”

“Yeah,” Sophie smiled. “I can’t imagine getting closer than that.”

“Ooh, is that a challenge? Because I can!” And suddenly the vibrator was just a vibrator, and Louise was sitting next to Sophie on the bed. “For example, I could always be your boobs …”

“Don’t you dare!” Sophie scolded. But it was too late. Louise had already lunged for her, and promptly vanished.

Sophie jumped out of bed and made for the wall mirror. Sure enough, her nipples had been replaced by eyes, while a grinning mouth ran across her belly.

“Ooh, look at me! I’m so nice and firm! So very huggable …” Louise grinned.

“Lou, get out of me!”

“Spoilsport.” And Louise was standing next to her.

“How did you do that, anyway?”

“I imprinted on your skin. You’ve got nice skin. It’s fun to be it.”

“Aw thanks, babe.” And Sophie’s scowl turned into a smile. She couldn’t stay angry at Louise for very long. They’d been girlfriends, they’d split up and now they were back together, and through it all Louise made her laugh.

Of course, Sophie could dish it out too. A while ago Louise had been turning up in her apartment as furniture, her TV, even her toilet. Sophie had her revenge. She turned into a copy of Louise’s dress, then changed back at an opportune moment, leaving Louise in her underwear on the street.

Then of course, they had a lot in common - including a love of imprinting and transformation potions.

Sophie turned back to the mirror, only to find Louise standing in front of her reflection. Literally. She’d merged with the mirror.

“Hi honey!” Louise waved. Sophie turned to see if Louise was really standing next to her. She wasn’t, of course.

“Lou, can you get out of the mirror? I want to go get pizza.”

“Oh that would be cool! I’ve always wanted to be a talking pizza!”

“Really? That’s an ambition of yours?” Sophie rolled her eyes as Louise pushed her form out of the mirrored surface. “What’s with all the chatter when you imprint? Don’t you ever want to just inhabit an object?”

“Let me think. Uh, no.” Louise draped her arm around her lover. “What’s the point of being something if you can’t play pranks?”

“You can just be. Like, just BE,” Sophie said. “It’s very zen. I think we ought to try being something inanimate.”

“Uh-oh. You mean, you’re going to be something and you’re gonna make me be something too. Right?”

“Right. But tomorrow. Right now …”

“Talking pizza! Hey, can you eat me?”

*

Louise stared. “Really? That’s it?”

“Uh-huh.” Sophie placed the cup and saucer on the kitchen table. “And you are going to be the saucer.”

“I notice you’re on top again.”

“Always.” Sophie smirked. “Now, remember we’re going to try to just inhabit the object. Just let ourselves be a cup and saucer. No talking, no pranks.”

“No pranks? But I’m known for my pranks!”

“Just take your imprinting potion and get in the saucer!”

“OK, OK. Sheesh …”

The two women took the bottles of potion and drank deeply. Then Sophie touched the cup, being pulled into it. For a brief moment the cup simply stood there, then Sophie’s features appeared on its side.

“You too, baby,” she said. And Louise placed a finger on the saucer, her body being sucked into the porcelain.

The saucer looked up at the cup and giggled. “Oh, it’s so nice to be round and flat! Hey up there!”

“Hey down there!” the cup grinned. “Being hollow is kind of nice too!”

They laughed together for a few minutes before Sophie grew stern. “Now remember, no talking! Just be!” And her face faded away. A second or too later Louise followed suit.

And there was a cup and saucer, just sitting on the table, nothing out of the ordinary - if you didn’t count the fact that the consciousness of two young women were inside them.

Sophie sighed happily in her mind. One of the loveliest things about imprinting for her was the ability to lose yourself in another object. When you were a cat, all your thoughts were shaded by cat-iness. Now she was a cup - a simple cup. She had no hands, feet or head. She had a handle. She was made of porcelain now, no longer flesh and blood. She had no need to breathe. She was just a cup. And it was enough.

Mmm, so nice to be a cup. I wish I’d thought to have poured something in me. I would be so useful like that! I’d heat up if I had tea in me … or cool down with milk straight out of the fridge …

She could feel Louise on her bottom, a surface for her to stand on. A wave of affection for her girlfriend washed over her. More than ever, now they belonged together.

Sophie allowed her consciousness to retreat even further. Now she wasn’t even thinking - she was just a mere spark sitting as the cup.

Down below, despite herself Louise was enjoying being a saucer too. Thoughts usually ran through her head so damned quickly - it was always getting her into trouble. As a saucer, though, life was considerably simpler. So was her form, actually. Being round was so interesting. And the way she was slightly flared in the middle, designed for her cup to sit firmly in her, struck her as being fairly erotic …

Yes, being a saucer was restful. Louise was quietly lulled into, not quite sleep, but a kind of deep meditation unfamiliar to her. And Sophie was even quieter.

Neither of them heard Sophie’s housekeeper enter.

“Ms Axmaster?” There was no reply. That wasn’t so unusual, though, thought Agnes as she carried her broom and bucket into the hall. Sophie was often away on the weekend, and Agnes would just clean the apartment.

She dusted, swept and made the bed. Then she walked into the kitchen. It was fairly clean, actually - Sophie wasn’t much of a cook. She picked up a couple of empty bottles that were lying about and put them into the recycling bin.

A cup and saucer lay on the table. She looked inside them, and they seemed clean enough. Better safe than sorry, though.

She stacked them with the rest of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, popped in a tablet and closed the door. She chose the program, and started the cycle.

It was good Sophie and Louise were so deep into being a cup and saucer, or they might have tried to return to human form in a panic. As it was, they only gradually became aware of the noise that hailed the start of the dishwashing cycle.

Then the hot water hit them.

Both women jerked back into consciousness, although both had the presence of mind to keep themselves in the items, not allowing their faces to pop out on their surfaces.

The water was scalding - not that it was painful; a cup and saucer couldn’t feel pain. It hit them like a tsunami. It flowed over and under them. The dishwashing tablet sprayed them with cleanser.

It was shocking. It was alarming. It was … exhilarating!

They could actually feel themselves getting cleaner. Thankfully they’d been stacked next to each other, so they kept each other company through the 90 minutes of the cycle as they were repeatedly blasted with water.

Finally the door was opened. Woah! Louise thought with a start. That was amazing! And now … now I’m hot! She spent the next half an hour cooling to room temperature, marvelling at what an engrossing experience it was.

Finally she felt Agnes’ hands on her as she was stacked in the cupboard. Eventually she heard the housekeeper exit the apartment.

Louise thanked heavens she’d been stacked so she was touching the wall inside the cupboard.

She slid down the wall until she reached the floor, then simply emerged out of the middle of the floor. Making for the cupboard, she flung it open and picked up the cups.

“Sophie?” she asked.

There was no answer. She tried again. “Sophie?”

In a dreamy voice, as if from far away, the cup said: “There is no Sophie, there is only a cup.”

“Is this more of your zen wisdom, Sophie?”

“There is no Sophie!”

“I know, I know, there’s only a cup. But that cup is my girlfriend.”

Sophie’s features emerged. “I want to keep being a cup for a while, Lou. It’s so wonderful.”

“Yeah, being a saucer is great too,” Louise admitted. “But maybe next time we should become items that don’t go into a dishwasher. Not that I didn’t enjoy it …”

“Lou, if you’re not going to go back to being a saucer, could you do something for me?”

“Sure, what?”

“Could you pour something in me?”

And Sophie’s features dissolved.

Louise looked lovingly at her girlfriend, who just happened to be a cup. “Of course I’ll fill you, babe.”

She made a plunger of coffee. She placed the cup on a saucer - maybe her saucer, who knew? - and poured the coffee in.

Was it her imagination or could she hear a deep, contented sigh?

And then Louise said, “Hope you like company!” She placed the tip of her finger on the surface of the hot liquid. And quickly, before she even felt the heat, Louise became the coffee.

She marvelled at being a liquid, and how her girlfriend was containing her so nicely.

And as she sank deep into being just coffee, she thought:

“And now, girl, just for once I’m the one on top.”