Mosaic

Chapter 5

Chapter 5Your eyes open, and it’s not at all what you expected.

Even when you were healthy, you’d been big and stocky.

This body isn’t rail thin, but it’s lean. Lithe, almost. You’re pretty sure you’re a couple of inches shorter.

Your skin appears to be a golden, translucent material. Almost like the ballistics dummies you see on TV shows. But there’s no internal organs you can see. No skeleton.

Your hair appears molded from the same material, and you recognize your face instantly. That’s leaner too—a bit more well defined—but still with a bit of soft roundness—and your eyes are faintly glowing with white light.

You look down at your torso and realize you must be naked, but there’s a confusing lack of definition—among other things—and the part of your brain that stores pop culture references takes over while the rest of you is still in shock.

“What kind of i***t makes a robot you can’t f**k?”

You can hear Dave choking on a laugh.

“Is…is something wrong?”

You frown, turning yourself back and forth in front of the mirror.

“I guess it’s not quite what I expected.”

Dave pulls a tablet out of his coat pocket. “Oh—okay. So, I think I can explain. Your profile and the test results suggested you’d do best in a more flexible form.”

That sounds familiar. In fact, just before they put you under, you remember the doctor using those words to describe the new you.

“I thought he meant, like, an expanded range of motion.”

“Well,” Dave admits, “there’s that too. Hang on just a second, though.” He’s tapping buttons on the tablet, and you feel…weird. Good! But weird. Like something warm is growing in you.

“Okay—you ever see Terminator?”

You turn just enough to give him a look.

“Would someone say yes to this if they didn’t like sci-fi?”

“Point. But—yeah. Think of the liquid metal guy.” He points at the mirror again. “I just unlocked some functions. Try thinking about what you want.”

It takes a few seconds. Belly tightening, your core and chest defining themselves. You watch the smooth flatness between your legs shift, feeling material smoothly reshaping and concentrating until you’ve got a thick c**k and a nice set of balls.

An idea strikes you, and your body shifts more. Breasts swelling, hair growing, hips filling. You can see your butt rounding a bit as you turn a bit to look at yourself in profile.

You leave the p***s as is for a moment, then shiver as you feel it retract, lips and slit forming as your c**t shapes and positions itself.

“Oh. Wow.” Dave’s practically a tomato now. “You’re…uh…you’re really picking that up fast.”

Your reflection grins back and winks at him. “Well, it’s not what I expected, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad!”

You let yourself relax into something more neutral, running your hands down your skin. A little pliable beneath your fingers, but warm and firm after that initial give.

“Now—what about the color? Can that change?”

“Dunno,” Dave says with an excited gleam in his eyes. “Why don’t you try?”

You think about that for a few minutes, not really looking at yourself in the mirror. Trying to imagine what different tones or textures might be like. How they’d look and feel.

There’s an itchy sensation that starts at the soles of your feet and slowly creeps upwards. You focus on the mirror and see the medium that now makes up your body darkening, almost seeming to harden.

As it sets, your skin becomes a rich dark blue, with a faint metallic sheen in the light.

You watch, fascinated, until it hits your neck. You close your eyes as the itching spreads upwards and then slowly fades, the last tingles from the roots of your hair down to the tips.

When you open your eyes, they’re now shining with gold light, and your hair is a gleaming silver that matches the nails of your fingers and toes.

“Oooo. That works.”

“Holy s**t,” Dave breathes reverently as you turn around in an effortless little pirouette.

Moving feels so good. You’d forgotten how simple and good just shifting your weight from side to side could be.

“You’re gorgeous!”

You can blush, it turns out! Sort of a honey gold shade beneath the blue. You like how it looks almost as much as how it feels.

“Thanks. You’re pretty cute too, you know.”

“I. Um. Really? Thanks!”

He doesn’t seem to notice you walking over until you’ve leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Really. And you’re welcome.”

The way he’s looking at you is stirring something you haven’t felt in a long time. Not that you were comfortable enough to act on, anyway.

Your eyes are twinkling with mischief as you lean in to whisper in his ear. “Hold still. I want to try something.”

Your core gets a bit leaner as you concentrate, your arms and legs a bit slimmer as you will your body to restructure and redistribute itself again.

You imagine a pair of hands kneading your back and shoulders, forming and drawing out the excess material you’ve been gathering.

There’s a feeling of pressure before the first tendril rises out of your back, followed by a matching one on the other side of where your spine would have been, and two more at your shoulders.

They sinuously move through the air, gently rounded tips developing as they form.

You wrap two around Dave’s waist and another around his arm.

“Tell me to stop,” you murmur before lightly kissing the shell of his ear, “and I’ll stop.”

His little moan of encouragement is all you need.

Your last tendril gently guides his head to yours as you kiss, tongue sliding against his lips as your hands find his belt.

You’d never been so forward, but you’d always been trapped in bars of bone and sinew before.

Your door’s been opened.

Your cage is gone.

Me Time