Author's Note: I apologize for not finishing this story before starting my new one. Coming back from a long awaited holiday, I had completely forgotten about this little number, so bear with me in this final chapter.

 

When Science Experiments Go Wrong

by J. R. Anthony

 

Chapter III

New Year's Revelations

 

It had been six months since that first, daunting date with Joel. I don't think he suspects anything, but I'm always worried I'll slip up somehow. He had invited me to a friend's New Year's Eve party. Being a lover of social drinking and parties, I accepted. Only shortly after the call did I remember my drinking problems. When I was only 20, I had discovered my limits the hard way.

I had laid out my outfit for the evening: a strapless red dress with a slit going up the left side, sparkled slingbacks and my new butterfly earrings. I brought Shauna's image to mind, and felt the creature pour over my body. I had dubbed it "Morph Ooze" due to it's abilities and appearance. As I opened my eyes, I walked over to the bed, picking up the dress and stepping into it. I used a small bit of double-sided tape to hold the dress to my bra and keep it from falling off. Just as I finished with my make-up, the doorbell rang.

Joel, wearing a nice suit I suspected he had rented from Merlo's, handed me a red rose as I opened the door.

"Oh, thank you." I cooed, smiling and placing it on the table by the door.

"Just a little token of my love." he chuckled lightly. He led me out to the car, and we drove out to the main city. I wasn't worried about being stuck at the party too long. I had solved my time limitation a few weeks previous. As I changed into Shauna one day, I chipped off yet another piece of the creature and brought it to my lab. I added Phosphoric acid and Copper Carbon Pentahydrate to the solution to prolong it's life.

As he pulled up to the curb (the large, gravel drive was full), I could see the light dancing on the windows from the television. No doubt it was tuned in to Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve. Joel took my hand and held open the door. I hadn't a clue who anybody was, even in the intense glare eminating from the widescreen television hung on the wall of the den. I recognized Karen, and called her over.

"It's me." I told her.

"'Me' who?" she asked, backing up a little.

"Me, Alex, me." I replied impatiently. "Look, I'm leaving it up to you to make sure I don't do anything stupid tonight."

"You mean like take some poor bastard captive and screw him, only to have him find out you're not a girl?" she shot at me with a patronising look.

"Bingo! So try to keep an eye on me" I said, following Joel to the snack table and pouring myself a glass of fruit punch. Little did I know that this icy bowl of red drink would be my doom.

 

I enjoyed a few slow dances with Joel, and as the night progressed I gave in to drinking more and more of the fruit punch, which had been spiked with vodka earlier in the evening. I was completely oblivious to the fact that my "life" as Shauna was getting shorter with every drink. Karen joined us on the couch and struck up a conversation to keep me from thinking too much, just as planned.

"So, how long have you been dating this time around?" she asked.

"What do you mean this time around? We weren't officially dating in High School,...although I liked to think it was that way." Joel replied slowly, putting his arm around me. The first link in the chain reaction to disaster struck. I felt that familiar feeling of liquid on my skin, receding away. I grabbed Karen by the wrist and led her to the bathroom, closing and locking the door before the transofrmation was noticeable.

 

Karen looked in shock and disgust as I became myself in a sexy dress, although my body underneath made it look quite less appealing.

"I thought you said you lengthened the life of it." she coughed, a confused look upon her soft features.

"I did. Wait,...was there any alcohol in the punch? At all?" I asked.

"It's New Year's Eve, of course there's alcohol in the punch!" she exclaimed.

"That's it! The alcohol must be having an adverse effect on the morph ooze. But I can't drink nothing for the rest of the night..." I trailed off. My thoughts were cut off as Joel knocked on the door.

"Hey Shauna, it's a bit wild out here. Why don't we chill out upstairs?" he called through the plywood of the heavy door.

"I'll be right there." I answered back, giving Karen a pleading look as I walked up to the third landing with Joel, ducking inside a small bedroom.

 

He sat down on the bed and kissed me gently, wrapping his muscular arms around me in a loving embrace. I was too fargone. I became lightheaded as arousal took it's toll, and before I knew it, I was unclasping my bra and spreading myself out for him. I whimpered as he slowly inserted himself, moaning and panting as I let him bang away. As he lay beside me, I winced as I felt the creature receed. Pulling the sheets tight around me, I hid myself.

"Shauna, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm perfectly fine." I said, changing my voice as it deepened. Luckily I had learned to crack my voice on purpose, but it was still no use.

"You don't sound too good, sweetie." he said. He drew back the covers and screamed, jumping from the bed and hiding his genitals from view.

"You sick son of a-" he wheezed.

"I can explain." I cried.

"You'd better, and it had all be true, or I'll knock your block off and chuck you out the window!" he glowered sternly.

 

So, I launched into telling him the exact same story I tell you now. His face was plain, and he nodded every now and again, leaving me to believe he wouldn't beat me shitless when I finished.

"Very convincing story. I'll let you go...for now." he growled. I gathered up my clothes and brought Shauna to mind. His eyebrows raised as he watched me turn into Shauna. Pulling the dress up, I slipped on my slingbacks and left the whole house altogether.

 

As I closed the door to my own home, hung my jacket up and sank into the nearest chair of the living room, I thought about everything that had happened to me. I desperately needed out of the situation. It had brought me nothing but trouble. Then I thought of something I hadn't before. If the creature formed whatever I pictured in my head, there was a way out. I wasn't entirely sure it would work, but it was definately worth a shot.

In my head, I pictured Shauna, but this time with a zipper running down her front. I removed my dress, and lo and behold; a zipper ran from my lower neck, between my breasts to my belly button. Unzipping it, I saw the familiar sight of my body, as it had been before the experiment. With this last act, I end this incredible story of my adventures as Shauna. Locking the now bodysuit creature away in a briefcase, I randomly threw the lot out onto the sidewalk. I leave you with a final word of advice: if ever you should find a briefcase marked A. C. III, think of the consequences before you don the image of the morph ooze.

  

  

  

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