Edible Essence - Part Four

I pause, my lips parting as my mind struggles to catch up while bogged down and struggling to shake the sleep off of it. Taking a deep breath, my exhalation tasting foul and state after my time in the bathroom I decide to accept Kelly's offer, driving her and heading to whatever 'classes' she's talking about.

"Sure..." I sigh in my mildly husky voice, my shoulders slumping in resignation. I was already exhausted from the insane morning, the thought of having a whole day head simply made me want to crawl into what I hoped was still my bed.

Kelly, to her credit, beams at me with a smile from ear to ear.

"Awesome" she chirps, reaching out and pulling me towards the bathroom. "First, shower" she states, her gaze turning critical at my matted hair. "I'll try and find something clean for you to wear" she remarks, her smile losing some of it's luster as she look past me and into my bedroom.

"W...wait!" I squeak, stumbling into the tiled bathroom as I struggle to right myself in the unfamiliar body. "Do I... we have the time for me to..." I splutter, not wanting to confront my body in such a rushed manner.

"Don't worry" Kelly chirps, stepping out into the hallway and placing her hand on the bathroom door. "I told you, I figured you'd need time to get ready. Just..." she explains, pausing for a second as she gives me a nervous smirk. "Just don't take forever" she chuckles, closing the door with a little nudge.

For a moment I simply listen to the pounding of my heart in my ears, Kelly's footsteps, and her muttering from beyond the door.

"... I swear... does she... know... dry?..." is all I can make out as Kelly shuffles her way into the bedroom and out of earshot.

I let out a long sigh that slowly turns into a groan as I turn to face the toilet. My mind turns to the ejected essence that had been flushed away, the last chance of fixing this likely somewhere in the plumbing and best and sewers at worst.

"Shit... shit shit shit..." I mutter, turning to the mirror as I swear at the disheveled young woman stare back at me. I reach up, poking and prodding at my slender cheek bones before moving to the raw red pimples. As I jab at the cluster by my nose I let out a wince, the clogged pore aching under the pressure. Tears quickly being to fill my eyes, my breath growing short as I put my head in my hands.

"Why do I have so many pimples?" I whimper, my voice growing shaky as I practically begin to blubber. "I've never ever had..."

"A problem with 'em before, just the way my ski..." pops another intrusive thought inside my head, the sudden interjection cause me to wince.

"Stop... stop doing that..." I whimper, sounding downright pathetic as I find my ability to control my emotions to simply be beyond me.

I'm brought back to my task as I hear a thud in the hallway, soon followed by a loud grumble curse. "Shit..." Kelly snaps, her voice soon being followed by another thud. "Doing your laundry!" she shouts to me. "And getting something for your skin, be right back!"

Swallow hard and taking a deep breath I look back into the mirror, gasping as I see the reddened eyes and running nose of the girl in the mirror. Gritting my teeth I grab the hem of my shirt, pulling the loose article up relatively easy over my head. Already defeated I simply let it drop to the floor, my gaze shifting down to my small and perky chest and the cheap black panties clinging to my crotch.

With a with a slight wince I reach down, sliding my thumbs into the waist band before sliding it down. My lips curl as I feel the cloth practically peel off my pert behind, the fairly obvious camel toe not getting any better treatment. Grimacing as I feel the sweaty skin come to open air I can't hep but wonder how long 'Ella' had been wearing this pair, my mind turning to the overflowing laundry basket as a shiver runs down my spine.

Soon I'm just able to let them drop to the floor, my plush soft thighs and slender calves doing little to stop the falling underwear. My eyes go wide as I stare down at the mound between my leg, my eyes becoming glued to the thick tangle of sweaty wiry brown hairs sitting between my legs.

My hand drifts down absentmindedly my groin, the absence of the thick ten inch cock that had been there just a day ago leaving me in a daze. However, as my fingers brush the thick mass of unwashed hairs I snap back to reality.

"Gross..." I whimper, spinning to face the strangely large shower in the corner. Tip toeing across the tiles I quickly reach inside the shower, rapidly turning the taps as a sudden burst of freezing water erupts from the head. Squealing under the numbing onslaught I quickly begin to pump more and more hot water into the system.

Thankfully I don't have to wait long, my whole body easing up as I feel the hot water pour down over me from the high up shower head that had once been close to hitting my head. My hair quickly covers my face, clinging to me despite being grease slickened.

"Groooooss..." I whine, shuddering as I wipe the fringe from my eyes. As I look around the shower I quickly spy my old body wash and two in one shampoo. I reach towards it with a grimace, watching as the image of it begins to warp and double. Wrapping my fingers around the shampoo and conditioner I'm met with a pleasant surprise, the bottle crackling in my grasp as it seems to return to a practically full state.

Lifting it up I quickly dump some of the bright yet musky scented goo onto my head, quickly rubbing it into my scalp with a slight yet delighted moan. My head rolls around as I scratch my scalp with my longer finger nails, my lips curving into a delicious smile as the pleasant sensations stemming from what had previously been such a mundane act.

As I finish with my hair I step out of the water, much to my shock. When I had showered just a day ago I wouldn't have been able to find enough room to be completely out of the powerful stream from above, though now in this slender shrunken form it was all too easy. Reaching down to grab the body wash I pause, my eyes darting down to my groin as I wince once more.

With shampoo still in my hands and clinging to my finger tips I reach down to the forest of brown hairs, gentle massaging them as I try to clean the tangled mess. Looking up at the ceiling I slowly reach further and further down between my legs, freezing up as I find my fingers brush against something new. I mewling squeak slips from my lips, soon followed by a deeper husky gasp as I zero in on the tiny nub that had sent such delight through my achingly tired form.

"That's..." I gasp, feeling the heat build between my legs as my fingers slowly begin to explore more vigorously. "That's my.." I continue in a deliciously husky whisper, my fingers soon finding the rapidly moistening lips between my legs.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slams open, the shocking noise causing me to jump and nearly slip in the shower. I scramble to cover my groin and chest, some ingrained response screaming at me to protect those areas.

"Clothes are on the towel rack!" shouts Kelly, her voice sounding more frustrated than I had ever heard it. "Two machines worth Ella, two full washing machines" she chides, placing a bottle by the door frame. "And there's still more on the fl..." she continues, the closing door cutting her off.

Standing in the shower for a moment, frozen in freight, I find my mind quickly righting it and returning to the task at hand. "Fuck... right shower and drive" I gasp, bending over to grab the body wash. For a moment I feel my rear press against the glass of the shower door, the slight plush cheeks soon giving way to firm muscle beneath.

Lurching back up with a slight jiggle I quickly pour out the body wash, the sweet musk stick and spice scented mixture soon piling up in my palms. Without a second thought I hastily begin to lather myself, quickly finding that I didn't need as much soap to cover the heavily diminished surface area. Before long I feel like I'm drowning in bubbles, the heady scents becoming almost overpowering.

Thankfully though, I feel cleaner by the second as days of sweat and grime are pulled away from my skin. As I jump back under the steaming how water I let out a warm and happy groan, the dramatic change feeling better than any shower I had enjoyed in years.

The thoughts of prolonging my shower are soon dashed as I hear footsteps in the hall once more, the young home intruder still in need of a ride to school. Sighing to myself I soon turn off the water, the steam around me thankfully dampening the chill that the open air would soon bring.

 

Stumbling out of the shower I quickly grab the sink, not wanting to slip and slide across the tiles as I drip everywhere. Reach out I quickly snatch up the large purple towel on the rack, thankfully finding it as seemingly clean in my grasp.

I quickly move to scrub down my body, pausing mere inches from my sensitive skin as I remember something.

"Are you meant to...dab... I think?" I muse, more gentle patting myself dry rather than hastily scrubbing the plush towel against me. Before long I feel mostly dry as my hair continues to drip and my crotch is more slowly and gently handled to avoid any accidents.

Growing tired of the gentle method I switch it up with my hair, reach up and violently rubbing it into the towel. I shake my head, wiggling in the opposite direction to the towel in the hopes of drying it all that much faster. With my dizziness building whip my head out from the towel, my mostly dry and now rather static filled hair fluffing out in a wild mess.

The sight of my new hairstyle in the mirror leaves me giggling against my will, the puffed up and tangled mess looking silly yet oddly right given the terrible uneven cut.

"Close enough" I mutter, looking over at the towel rack to see just what Kelly had found for me. For a moment I'm confused, finding a very familiar tight white t-shirt and loose olive green cable-knit that I had worn many times before.

With a sigh I trudge over to the clothes, my gaze falling down to a fresh pair of well-worn and torn up blue jeans, black boxers, and thick leather boots. With each step the images begin to diverge and shift, a long groan escaping my lips.

"Alright" I huff, reaching out for the white shirt" Let's just get this over..." I sigh with my shoulders slumping, my sentence falling short as I reach the cotton top.

For a second it shivers before snapping like a rubber band, simply reducing in size relative to my diminished frame. I'm left blinking at it for a moment, unable to comprehend what had happened in my dumbfounded state.

"Huh..." I muse in astonishment, reaching over to the sweater that shrinks to a slight lesser degree. "That's... interesting..." I continue, touching each item in turn with only the boxers quickly turn to a pair of boy shorts.

I can't hide my smirk as I quickly pick up the t-shirt, giddy a finding something beyond some shampoo that didn't suddenly change on me. My mood shifts slightly as I tug the tight top over my head, grumbling as my hair gets caught and the material presses firmly against my pert bust. I let out a hiss as I look down and smooth out the top over my flat belly and narrow waist, my stiff nipple on full display as they rub against the thankfully soft material.

My mood sours more as I slide on the boy shorts, finding them far more confining than the boxers they had replaced. However, I soon swing back to smiling as I pull the loose jeans up my stick like legs and over my plush thighs and tight behind. The sweater only makes things better, the heavy material comforting me while also hiding my overtly pointed nipples.

Grabbing the boots I look toward the bottle that had been left by the door, my eyes squinting as I try to read the label.

"Anti... acne... exfoliating..." I whisper, throwing my head back as I realize it was some kind of moisturizing scrub. With a frustrated groan I snatch it up, soon realizing I had run out of hands. Deciding to head out first I plod over to the door, grabbing the handle with my pinky and ring finger while keeping my grip on the bottle.

As I pull the door open I turn to the mirror, my jaw dropping as I see the pimply faced young woman with my eyes staring back at me. It was like she had stolen my clothes, or more accurately had simply copied my wardrobe.

"This is..." I mutter under my breath, my lip quivering as I'm forced to fight down my emotions once more.

'Looks... cool..." the voice inside my chirp weakly gurgles, the disjointed words struggling to form before the pop occurs.

As I wander out into the hallway I whip around, the sight of something moving in my bedroom catching my attention. Peering into the darkened room I watch as Kelly walks around, picking up some of the clothes on the floor and dropping them into the now half full laundry basket. As I close the door behind me with a thud Kelly perks up, holding out the basket as if to show me the contents.

"Three, three loads of..." she states with an eye roll before pausing, her gaze darting between the bottle in my hand and my face. "Did you try the thing? Margaret got it for you, she had acne apparently or something and thought you'd..."

"Do I just..." I begin to ask, putting the shrunken boots down for a moment as I sin the bottle in my hands. "Just... put it on my face or..."

Kelly just smirks, shaking her head. "Gosh, you really are..." she chuckles,walking over to me with the basket in hand. Her nose curls up as she approaches, catching the scent of my soap and shampoo from what seems like a mile away. "Do you use..." she begins to ask, stopping herself before reaching the question. "Never mind, yeah just put a little on your hand and rub it in... I think..." she states, giving a little nervous smile after her little pause.

Giving her a little shrug I pop the cap, a faint neutral medicinal scent creeping out of the unsealed opening. Placing a small dollop on my fingers I quickly try to rub it into the clogged pours around my nose and forehead based off of memory with Kelly pointing out missed spots. After a short little test I lean into the bedroom, lazily tossing the bottle onto the bed. The cream was oddly soothing, a subtle tingling and cooling sensation easing a pain and tightness I hadn't even noticed before.

"There you go, maybe next we can get you to try some moisturizer or product" Kelly giggles, walking up to me before placing the basket by the door. "And when we get back I showing you how to use the washing machines, you've got to do this stuff yourself" she chides, nudging me playful as she leaves the room.

I blink for a moment as I stare at the laundry. "I know how to... right?..." I mutter under my breath, quickly turning my mind to wracking my brain for any knowledge on the mundane task of laundry. Put it in the machine, add detergent, set the type and just let it go. The knowledge was all there, but did 'Ella' know before all this?

I'm snapped from my fugue state as Kelly calls out to me, the brunette throwing me something from the opening of the small hallway. I fumble to catch it, dropping the jingling object multiple times as it warps in my petite hands. As I finally snatch it up I find myself holding my key chain, the whole thing looking relatively similar aside from the car keys.

"Come on" Kelly urges, nodding towards the door before walking out of view.

I quickly plod along down the hallway, pulling a pair of black socks from the boots and sliding them on haphazardly as I hop after her. Rounding the corner I drop onto the arm rest of my couch, pulling on the boots and just tucking in the laces to save time before rushing to catch up to Kelly.

As I approach the door I feel a sense I'm missing something, a deep churning in my gut that locks me in place. For a moment it alludes me as I try to work out why it was so familiar, my gaze turning to the coat hooks by the door before it finally hits me.

"My bag..." I mutter, grabbing the mock-leather satchel I had taken to work each day for teaching. In my haste I barely notice the shifting of the bag, only realizing what was happening as the once dignified satchel turns into a bulging cheap fabric messenger bag before my very eyes.

"Awesome awesome" Kelly chirps, adjusting her jacket as she braes for the winter weather. "Thank god we don't have to walk" she chuckles, leaving my apartment and turning to head towards her own.

Before I leave I quickly snatch a beige beanie from the coat rack, smirking as it remains the same size even after touching it. "One size fits all I guess..." I giggle, biting as my lip as I let slip the feminine laugh.

"Huh?" Kelly shoots back, grabbing her own over stuffed bag from beside the parent's front door. "Say something?"

"Nope" I call back, stepping out and locking up as my my turns to the jug inside my couch. I couldn't risk anyone finding it, or even just losing it myself. With my own essence down the drain I'd need to replace it from somewhere if I wanted any chance of return to a semblance of my former self, and that container was my only hope.

"Well come on then" Kelly chimes, racing down the stairs. "If we're quick maybe we can still get a coffee before class."