REQ: Bob30009's change

A tall, shaggy brown haired man knocked quickly on a door. After waiting 5 seconds, he knocks again, a little bit louder. Another five seconds, he knocks again. Just as he ended, the door swings open, revealing a blonde hair, 15 year old girl, wearing blue pajamas. She glares into the man's brown eyes with her purple eyes, and says, rather rudely, "Who are you, and why are you," she pauses, pulls out a cellphone, checks something on it, and then continues, "Why are you bugging me at 11 a.m. on a Saturday?" The man grins, "Sorry. Is Phoenix around?" The girl's eyes narrowed, "No, he isn't. What do you want from him?" The man motions to enter before saying anymore.

The girl lets him in, and closes the door. "This is Phoenix's house, right?" The man asked. The girl nods, "Yeah, what about it?" The man looks like he was going to squeal like a little girl, before looking the girl over. "You must be Kim, right?" He asks. Kim tilts her head, more bored than anything, and answers, "Yes, I am. Who are you?" The man grins, "I knew it! Wait, Phoenix, are you actually a girl?" Kim sighs, "No, I had a party last night, and didn't feel like changing back. Now, who are you?" The last part was more of an order, then a question, and the man took a step back. "I'm Stewart. You know, Bob30009?" Kim nods, "How did you find my house?" "It's the internet!" he explained. Kim just sighed. "What do you want?" She asks. "Tg me!" Stewart ordered, happy like a little dog. "No," Kim said. Stewart takes a step back in surprise, and asks, "Why not?" Kim glares at him, "Because it's 11 o'clock on a SATURDAY!" She shouts the last word, which Stewart just ignored. "Please?" he ask, trying a puppy dog look. "NO!" Kim shouts, walking up a few steps, before stopping. "Now, leave!" She orders. Stewart glances at the door, then Kim, "Not until you TG me." Kim sighed, before walking back to Stewart. "How about a deal?"

"A deal?" Stewart asks, backing to a wall, as Kim glared at him. "Good, you are not deaf. How about I TG you, in return, you become a maid. Deal?" Kim asks, holding out her hand. Stewart looks at it, then at the house. He noted that it was very large, and cleaning it would at least take a month, just to do one section. "Um... no. Just TG me into a school girl. How about the same age as you, and we can go to school together, and be best friends?" Stewart asks, hopeful. Kim's glare answered the question, before her mouth said the words, "No! It's maid, or you get out now!" Stewart glanced at the door, Kim's hand, and the house around him. "You sure there is nothing else?" Stewart asks. Kim glares, "New deal. I am going to go get some medicine for the headache I have. In return, you can either leave, or when I get back, we decide then. Got it?" Stewart nods, knowing the last part wasn't meant to be a question. Kim turns, and walks up the stairs.

Stewart decides quickly, and followers her upstairs. He knew, if she was suffering, she might just blast TG him. Or roast him alive with her fire powers. "Please, just turn me into a normal girl!" Stewart plead, while Kim tried to ignore him. He grabs Kim's shoulder, attempting to turn her, and quickly realizes his mistake. He flies back, as Kim's first pound his stomach. The two smash through a wall, Stewart taking most of the impact. Kim stands by the hole, and glares at Stewart, "Do you ever listen?" Stewart, grinning, even though his body was bleeding in a few places, says, "Hey, when I have my mind set, I get the job done." Kim glares, "Alright, new deal. Maid, or be an experiment." Stewart grins, knowing she was weakening. "What kind of experiment?" He asks, playfully. "An experiment," Kim says, her voice reflecting her annoyance. "Any hints?" He asks, testing his limit. "Yes, actually. A, B, or C?" Kim says, grinning an evil grin. Stewart swallows, "A... wait, no B!" "Final answer?" Kim asks. Stewart nods, and Kim orders, "First, get out of the debris." Stewart does so, and stands there, smiling. Kim smiles, too, but for another reason.

Before Stewart could move, Kim fires a fireball at him. It hits, and instantly goes out. "Hey! What was that for?" Stewart asks, surprised. Kim grins, "To shut up, and allow me to work." Stewart tries to open his mouth, only to find it locked shut. He tries to move, but nothing happens. He does note a smell of clay seem to be entering the room. Kim walks over, "Not bad. In case you haven't figured it out, you can't move. Why? Because you are a giant clay doll. Now, we need to fix that." She points a finger at Stewart, and rather quickly, he shrinks until he was barely a foot tall. Kim squats down, and grabs the clay doll, moving him quickly to an art room.

The art room, was in fact, a room of art. Three desks covered every wall, except on door side. While the desks didn't cover everything, the other art projects did. Dried clay stains, paint stains, makers, parts of toys, some old food, and a few other things litter the desks, floor, and walls. Kim walks over to a table, and places Stewart down on a clear spot, and says, "Be back in a bit. Got to find my work clothes." She leaves Stewart to lay there, as she heads into the bedroom. After a few minutes (a few eternities to Stewart), Kim returns, wearing a plain white t-shirt that look like it was part of the art room. Kim sits in a chair, picks Stewart up, and sets him up like he was standing. "Now, what to do to you? Just melt you down, and add you to the clay? Would make one problem go away. Nah. Hm... turn you into something worse?" She asked herself, thinking of the possibilities. "Well, I will be nice, and change you into a girl. But you won't like it," Kim says, smiling. She grabs a squirt bottle, and sprays Stewart. Quickly, all the color drains from him, turning him into the basic dark grey color of normal clay. Kim puts the bottle away, and pulls out more clay, and a knife. "Now, where to start?" Kim asks.

Kim grabs the doll, and starts trimming the belly, making it flat, while adjusting the sides to make an hourglass like shape. She next trims the legs, giving it some curves, almost natural feminine look to it. She modifies the back, trimming it. A few minutes later, she finishes the arms, leaving them thin, and fit. Kim sets both the doll and the knife down, and looks at her work. "Body down, but we need to improve those curves, missy!" she says, smiling, and enjoying the work. She grabs some extra clay, and applies it to Stewart's hips, butt, and chest. On the chest part, she creates two large boobs. "He'll like them big, that is, until the back aches come in," Kim giggles, adding more clay to get longer hair on the doll. She finishes the hair, before grabbing more tools. Quickly, she works on adjusting the face, giving Stewart a cute face. After a few minutes, Kim sets the doll down, and looks over her work. "Nice body, well toned, but something seems off... I know!" Kim snaps, then places a hand on the doll's head, and pushes slightly. Rather than collapse, the doll shrinks some more, giving more of a feminine ratio. "Girls are not tall, and we're mostly legs," Kim teases, before grabbing another tool. "Now, the tough part, clothes. What to make you wear?" Kim asks, "Maid? School girl? Pregnant chick? Bimbo? Sexy? Or swimsuit?" Kim thinks, before going to work. She adjusts the face, giving it more of a 16 year old look, while adjust the boobs down to smaller sizes. She trims the curves, before going back to deciding outfits. "Hm... might as well go with school girl, since I gave you that look," Kim says, starting to craft a skirt out of the extra clay. She finishes it, and puts it on the clay doll. Kim adds more clay to the doll's chest, but uses tools to make the chest area look like a shirt, and vest. "Now, coloring time," Kim says.

Kim quickly cleans the area of extra clay, and puts the tools away. She walks off, to clean her hands, only to return after a few minutes. "What colors should I make you?" Kim asks, sitting back down, and pulling out a paint kit. She thinks for a bit, before picking the yellow, and painting the hair yellow. After ten minutes of painting, the doll had a natural blonde hair color, despite the fact the rest of it was grey. Kim sighs, mixing some clothes, and going to work. After about an hour of painting, Kim sits back, and sighs. She looks at her work. Where a grey doll once stood, a blonde, blue eyed, dream school girl stood there. Her skin was a nice tanned color, not unnatural, yet not real either. Her blue skirt was a bit too short, enough to tease, but not enough to get in trouble in any school. Her curves would catch attention of any guy, especially the fact that the vest didn't hide her chest that well. "Now, I better get some pants, because who knows what you like, missy," Kim teased, leaving to change clothes. The doll simply stood there, drying any wet parts.

Kim returns, wearing a black skirt, and a clean white t-shirt combo. She picks up the doll, and walks into the living room. She places the doll in the middle of the floor, before she takes a seat herself. "Now, what story to give you? Hm... I think cheerleader fits your body, and you will need a cheery personality. Hm... boyfriend? Nah, I don't know anybody for sure yet, so I'll leave that to you. But given your looks, you won't need it," Kim says to the doll. She sighs, and stands up, "Better get to work." She points at the doll, and quickly, the doll grew. The school girl grows, reaching a bit shorter than Kim, before she stops growing. She stumbles back, falling in the couch behind her, and looks at herself, then Kim. "You did this?" She asks, her voice soft. "Yep, Stewart, I did. Like it?" Kim says, annoyance returning in her voice. The new girl looks over her body, before squealing. Kim's face shows signs of great annoyance, before the girl stops. "Hey, um... since we're both school girls, does that mean we go to the say school?" The girl asks. Kim sighs, "Nope. I decided against it, since I didn't want you following me around all day, and having me adjust your body." The girl's eyes light up, "You can adjust my body?" Kim sighs again, cursing her word choice, "I can, but I won't. You got that to live with." The girl looks down, and smiles, "Well, I wasn't going to ask right away. This is great!" She jumps up, stops, then jumps some more. "They're so big, and bouncy!" She shouts. "Now listen!" Kim orders, causing the new girl to stop, "When you leave this house, memories will join yours. These memories are of a cheerleader named Kate. That's you, in case you can't connect the dots. She's kind of not the sharpest tool in the shed, if you catch my drift." "Oh," The girl looked down, "Well, I guess I have to change that!" Before Kim could say anything, Kate walks over, and hugs her. "Thanks," she whispers, before stepping back. Kim stared in shock, as Kate walked out the door. "Well, guess that's that," Kim says, walking up stairs to start a new project.