Part Time GooGirl

A part time job at the local magic shop was the perfect way to get some inspiration for her new book. She had always wanted to write a fantasy novel, but she just couldn't find where to start. The dusty old shop with all of it's antique tomes and strange artifacts was bound to give her some ideas.

It had been three weeks since she started, and today was the first day that she was manning the shop on her own. The owner had left for the day, claiming some type of spiritual imbalance downtown that require his attention.

Today was a slow day, since the boss had left she had only had one customer, who bought some incense so she could use the customers only bathroom. Other than that, silence, which was actually  fine by her. Once she finished dusting the shop, then frowning at how the dust seemed to immediately return, she set up her laptop and tried to write a chapter for her book.

As she busily hen pecked at the keys typing out another uninspired paragraph she slammed her fist on the counter and bury her head in the keyboard. Her writers block was immense and she could not concur this beast. What she didn't see was that her slam on the counter had knocked over a smooth metal cylinder from a nearby shelf, it rolled down the slightly tiled length of the shelf until it fell off the edge. Striking the shelf below it, knocking the lid of the rune inscribed silver tube off as it tumbled top over end toward her huddled form.

*Smack*

Something hard hit her firmly in the back and she swore loudly as she stood up to see what was attacking her. Nothing and nobody presented itself, she was alone. She closed the lid of her laptop and took a step back from the counter, only to slip in something slick and loose her balance.

*Slam* *Splat*

She groaned and tried to push herself to her knees only to slip again. She looked around, she was covered in some clear blue liquid, that was as slippery a lubricant as she had ever seen. As hard as she tried to get a purchase she just flailed on the ground further, and got more covered in the stuff.

After a few helpless minutes she managed to get herself to her feet, her clothes were ruined, stained all the way through with the goo, which clung to everything it touched. She slowly made her way out back to the storage room, remembering a few spare wizard robes or some such nonsense.

As she closed the door to the storage room she started to feel like she was sinking in on herself. the door handle started to rush up at her as she became closer in height to its level, and she tried to cling to anything she could to stop her fall, but for the second time this afternoon she fall backward with a wet thud and splat.

As she lay on the ground she watched as her legs seemed to loose definition, melding together into a formless blob, quite similar in color to the strange liquid she had been doused in. Yet more concerning was that the color seemed to slowly spread up her body, and her clothes melted into her, disappearing entirely. Her body seemed to become semi transparent as it turned blue and melted like an ice cream on a summer day. There was no time to try and figure out what to do and within moments she looked like a blue puddle spilled on the floor. For a moment everything was quiet and dark, it took her a second to figure out that she still had senses, they just took a little effort to focus. First her hearing returned, then her sight. Everything looked blue, and the shape was quite disorienting. It was as if she was seeing from every angle of the liquid form at once. She focused harder and her sight seemed to pinpoint from one location. A pair of eyes formed in the puddle and she blinked them. She kept focusing harder for lack of a better plan, and eventually her body started to reform into it's original shape... mostly. She still looked a bit like an ice cube that had sat out a bit too long, but she had shape, he had curves... hell her head had even returned to it's original color for the moment.

*Later that afternoon*

She sat behind the counter busily typing away. The chapters had come to her in rapid succession now, and she was making more progress than she had made in months. She had never had so many ideas before, but then again, she had never turned into a googirl before either. She smiled as she reached out to grab a water bottle from the mini fridge on the either side of the area behind the counter. Her arm stretched and lost definition as it neared the cooler, becoming a firm blue tentacle like shape as it wrapped around the door handle and pulled it open. as her arm moved back toward her it regained its normal color and shape and she opened the bottle and took a long drink. This job was just the inspiration he needed...

I do not own the rights to the original image used for this photo-manipulation, if the owner requests its removal I shall do so
~The Warlock