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Ultragreen 3 - Weirder than usual
🕑 Added 2018-10-22 18:19:18 +0000 UTCShel rolled over and pushed the tarp off himself while George stood up and turned around to face away. He kept gesturing at the wall, though, as if explaining a hard problem in geometry to a classroom full of apes.
“You’re being weird,” said Shel. “Weirder than usual.” When he had the tarp down to his waist he paused. “Hey! My skin looks a bit different.”
Sitting up now, he bent forward to try to get a good look at what seemed to be smoother, healthier-looking skin on his belly. Shel wasn’t looking at him but George still faced the wall, shrugging repeatedly and ever more dramatically until his whole body flinched.
Shel felt excitement building up. He suppressed a squeal of delight. The strange machinery had actually produced an effect. He threw the rest of the tarp aside to look at his legs.
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She screamed.
Her sudden outburst caused George to launch himself into a head-down run. Unfortunately, he was still facing the wall. He smashed into a shelf containing a few bottles of something, bounced off, landed on his wide butt and collapsed in a pile of multi-colored goo, moaning incoherently.
Shel, or Shellie now, leaned forward, gasping, reaching, touching. The newer, smoother, softer-looking skin of her upper belly continued down to a cleft between her legs, the soft folds of a pre-pubescent girl just out of sight. Hands trembling, Shellie investigated down there and discovered something she had never seen or felt before—her own very feminine private parts.
She snatched her hands back and did squeal this time then burst into tears. “The machine turned me into— into— into a girl!” she hiccoughed. She collapsed onto the platform again, this time on her back. She thumped her head on one of the orange lines she had drawn but didn’t seem to notice. “Whattamaye— hoosa— howda?” she gabbled.
George spasmed on the floor beside the platform and the two of them made nonsense noises for almost a minute.
“Am I crying?” Shellie thought. “I guess I am.”
George sat up first, wiping what appeared to be finger paint off his chin. “Th-that’s why I covered you up,” he said, still not looking around.
Shellie nodded without lifting her head. Her tears had run out the corners of her eyes and onto her temples but she had stopped crying. “I think I’m a girl now.” She frowned. “Being a girl is not a superpower.”
George laughed one of his in-and-out laughs.
Suppressing a nervous giggle, Shellie did sit up to examine herself, avoiding the critical area. “At least I didn’t grow tits,” she mentioned. It was true, her chest was as flat as Sheldon’s ten-year-old sister’s was back in Burbank, California.
“Ack,” coughed George.
“My skin is smoother and softer,” commented Shellie.
“Ack, hack,” said George.
“I don’t know if I look any different.” But… Shellie didn’t say anything about how she felt as if the green light had filled her up, that she might be glowing with it inside her.
Without being asked, George shook his head. No, he was not going to turn around and inform the new girl about whether she looked like her old self or not.
Shellie looked at where she had left her clothes on the other side of the platform. “I think my stuff should still fit.”
George’s head did a circular wobble on his wide, fleshy neck.
“You’d better go upstairs to that bathroom we found and get that paint off you,” she suggested to him. She reached across to pull the tarp back over most of her body, up to her chin. “I’ll stay down here and get dressed.”
Her best friend didn’t move at all for a bit. “Y-you gonna be okay?” he finally asked. Unlike Sheldon, his voice had started changing six months ago and at the moment, he did not squeak at all and sounded oddly older than just thirteen.
“I’m fine,” said Shellie, surprising herself. “I feel great, like I’ve got tons of energy or something.” It must be the light inside her, she thought.
George got to his feet and shambled out of the room, snagging a small bottle of paint remover on the way and a yellow bar of industrial soap. “Maybe it will wear off,” he said.
“The paint?”
“You being a girl….” Still not looking back, her friend trudged out of the room.
