And a Brand New...

Day 19 of the 25 Days of TF-mas! (Contains girl to car tf)

Human anger was a curious thing. It was volatile and variable and wreaked absolute havoc on the minds and bodies of those that experienced it. For an anger like Elliott’s, born from an innumerable series of frustrations and confrontations, it was like a self-powering engine turbine. It churned and roiled under her skin even after the outburst she’d had, causing an itching, coiling discomfort that pressed itself into every available crevice and corner. In self-defense, Elliott’s mind began to shift away from the object of her anger and seek out any and all available distractions. Now that Kat was integrated into Elliott’s mind and body, even it was not immune to the malady of rage. This was not a feeling Kat was used to, as its own experiences with rage were more akin to a wrathful god striking down dissention. This felt much more intimate and personal, and Kat too began to offer up distraction from the clenching irritation.

‘If we could have something right now, what do we want?’ Kat’s voice piped up from the inner reaches of its and Elliott’s shared mind. Elliott did not reply right away but did begin to ponder the question. It was a pretty interesting one, given the fact that if there was anything that they wanted they certainly had to power to get it.

Finally, Elliott looked up from her hands, where she’d buried her head to seethe, “A car. A new car… like a really nice one. The kind of car girls like me aren’t supposed to be able to ever get.” She said this aloud, hyping herself up about it. She began to imagine various cars, like the ones she’d seen in commercials and movies. Sports cars and luxury vehicles. She settled on an image soon enough. It wasn’t the most extravagant she could think of, but it emphasized comfort and modern luxury. Automatic, fancy all around cameras, crazy good sound system, heated seats, the whole bag. The more she imagined the car, and the more that Kat encouraged such imaginings, the more Elliott wanted it. She hopped up from the couch and headed out without a word to Susan, who toiled away in the kitchen at her behest, and without acknowledging the donkey she’d made of her sister outside. The only item she paid any mind was the inflatable caroler in the yard. She placed her hand on Lorrie’s rubber face and contemplated something.

“Hey Kat.”

'Yes?’

“When we turn someone into… something…” she pat Lorrie for emphasis, “Can they still think and feel and stuff, or are they essentially dead?”

'Whatever we want, really. We can wipe out the mind, change the mind to think something else, or leave it as is. Get used to really being able to do whatever to people.’

This brought a semblance of courage to Elliott. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure about this whole thing yet. It felt great, and so far, she didn’t think the changes she’d done were all that bad. She made a workaholic a happy homemaker and made her sister the ass she deserved to be but going much further was a bit overwhelming. She hadn’t taken a human being and made it inanimate yet. She knew she could and there wasn’t a thing anyone could really do about it, but it was different from what she did to Susan and Brandy. Or was it? If she could genuinely change anyone’s mind about anything, including about changing into something, couldn’t she just make them fine with it? If so, what else did it matter? The whole point of life is to enjoy it, right? And she’d be helping herself achieve that and basically cheat-coding the life of whomever she chose! This perspective gave Elliott the confidence to try, at least, and successfully quieted the nagging voice telling her this had gone far enough. She strode out of the yard and into the street, aiming to find someone that could use a little shortcut to happiness.

Elizabeth bounced her leg nervously, checking her phone’s clock repeatedly. She’d looked at it seventeen times before the next minute ticked over. She was a little thing, barely cresting five foot nothing. Her hair was a light dusty brown kept in a messy little bun to keep it from her face. Big green eyes peeked out from rounded glasses atop her freckled nose. Elizabeth was a bit of a nervous girl in general, but her nature was amplified by her present situation. She was meeting with her parent for lunch. Normally the occasion would have been simple, mundane even. However, Elizabeth had not spoken to either of her parents in quite some time at this point due to… differences of opinion. Originally, she’d not been looking forward to this sort of thing at all, but from the short, but polite conversations they’d had over text, it seemed like it might go okay this time around. Besides, it was the holidays, there was no better time to try to rekindle a sense of togetherness, right? These are the things that Elizabeth told herself at least, in order to stop her nerves from consuming her.

They were late, but not by an inexcusable amount. She was only planning on meeting with her father for the time being, worried that she would be unable to face the pair of them at once. Of course, they both were there regardless. After all, she was planning on meeting them each at some point, so what was the difference, really? And besides, her mother missed her so so much, and she forgave her and just needs Elizabeth to forgive her back. The meek and already nervous Elizabeth was pressured, pushed, and prodded in what felt more like an interrogation than anything. It was over before the waiter had even brought them their food. Just as well, Elizabeth had lost her appetite. Tears stung the girl’s face as she ran off, feeling like an idiot for letting them make her think they’d changed at least a little. They were willing to let her back into the family if some small compromises were made? What a joke. A cruel, horrible, disgusting joke that left Elizabeth sick to her stomach.

It was in this state that Elliott came upon her, huddled on a bench outside a few blocks from the restaurant she’d met with her parents in. The wind caught Elliott’s hair in such a way that the white ends shimmered in the light of the midday sun. Such glimmering caught Elizabeth’s attention enough to glance up, then quickly shoot her gaze back down to her shoes before stealing another look at Elliott. She was beautiful! She was tall and busty and had that long hair that Elizabeth always loved but never had the discipline to manage, not to mention the way it faded to a pristine white color! Her heart involuntarily beat hard in her chest, quickened more by the realization that not only was Elliott not simply walking by, but seemed to be looking at her. Why would such a lovely thing bother with her? Should she say something? What if she was just jumping to conclusions?

“Excuse me,” Elliott spoke up, disrupting the frazzled girl’s thoughts and eliciting a tiny ‘eep!’ from her. “You seem down, something happen?” Elliott prompted further.

“I- ah, n-no, it’s uhm… It’s nothing to fret ab-about,” Elizabeth cursed her nerves and her speech impediment, “Just y’know, typ-typical family dr-drama,” She tried to laugh it off, but she’d never been all that skilled in masking her emotions or hiding the evidence of a cry.

Elliott, knowing all too well how bad ‘family drama’ could get, pondered the situation before her. Here was a girl that seemed pretty down on her luck and dealing with a bad family situation to boot. Would she get a better candidate for her little happiness shortcut idea? It wasn’t likely. Kat found itself amused that Elliott still wasn’t just admitting that she wanted to do it.

“I think I can help you, come here.” Elliott said, holding her hand for Elizabeth to grab. The girl was so easily overwhelmed, and Elliott was so direct that she barely offered a hint of protest as she was pulled up off of the bench and around the building to the parking lot in the back. She almost expected to be whisked away to some awaiting coach the way things were going. Instead, Elizabeth was stood in the center of an empty parking space and told to stand still while Elliott backed up to get a good look at her.

“Uhm… now what?” Elizabeth asked, a bit confused as to what exactly they were doing there.

“Ready?” Elliott replied, grinning almost giddily. She was asking herself the same question, or maybe she was asking Kat. The difference wasn’t very important.

“I… gu-guess? I mean, ready forrrRRRRRR-” Elizabeth’s question was cut off by her voice descending into almost a guttural growl, like she was pretending to be an angry dog. The sound was so involuntary and so surprising that it momentarily stunned the poor girl while she tried to make sense of its origin. While she was distracted, Elliott was fast to work. A black sheen took over Elizabeth’s forearms and feet with the former beginning to instinctively curl in on themselves. “Hhhh- Hhhwhat- hhhhNNNK! Go-goinnNNNK-“ Elizabeth struggled to speak, her speech devolving into honking sounds that became more mechanical with each attempt. Her lips stretched out and revealed grill-like teeth that seemed to completely fuse together. Her arms had curled and swelled into large black circles by now that idly rotated on the joints that marked the new ends of her arms. A shredding sound alerted her to her swelling feet as they tore through socks and shoes to break free bearing the same black color and circular shape as her forearms. They swelled to match her arms and began to freely spin with well-oiled ease once her legs adapted to them. This free spinning caused her to fall forward and catch herself on her newly changed hands, which in turn only rolled forward until she was practically prone, suspended only by her changed appendages.

“You’re probably panicking right now, but that’ll pass,” Elliott cooed in a surprisingly sympathetic voice. Elizabeth did not know if that made it better or worse.

“PleeNNNK! Chang-rrRRRRR-“ Her alternating honking and revving slurred her speech into incomprehensibility, and Elliott only nodded at her with a patronizing smile. Elizabeth’s arms and legs had been changing all the while, taking on metallic sheens and reshaping into more useful orientations. Axels and suspension replaced bones and joints. Her body began to expand in several areas all at once, even as her innards were shifting to better match her new purpose. Her buttocks widened and bulked out to form a trunk. Her back began to sink down even as her sides rose and thickened into doors and windows, with the negative space between being filled by comfortable leather seats. Her head bulged and expanded in fits and bursts. Brilliant lights shone from her eyes as they became headlights, and her brain churned and fired up into the engine seated nicely under the hood. Elizabeth’s entire body shuddered and faded into a shiny cobalt blue, and then her mind went blank. Her engine cut out and she was left in utter darkness. Not dead, but… not quite alive either.

Elliott took a stroll around the brand-new car she’d just received like she’d won it in a game show. It was perfect! The seats were comfy and heated, the trunk was spacious, and the vanity plate was a nice touch. ‘L1ZB3T’ it read. Without further ado, Elliott tossed the keys in the air and caught them before planting herself in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel in anticipation. She slowly inserted the keys, rousing Elizabeth from her stasis as certain indicators and lights came on. Then…

                VRRRRRRRRRRMMMMM

She felt Elliott – her driver – turn the key and test her gas pedal. It was like no other experience she could ever imagine. Fuel ignited in her head, and she rumbled and purred in smooth satisfaction, itching to feel her tires grip the road and cruise anywhere, everywhere! All she needed was Elliott to shift her into drive and they were off! She could feel her body weave in between traffic, speeding up and up as Elliott pressed her pedals. Elizabeth’s power steering followed Elliott’s guidance at the wheel with pinpoint accuracy with top-of-the-line performance. Pride surged through her oil fueled veins, knowing that her driver had the best of the best. Most of all, Elizabeth knew that at the end of the day, after Elliott had run whatever errands needed running, or was finished with the latest joy ride or long commute, she had a home in the garage and a purpose to fulfill.