Chapter 3
Aaron spent the next few minutes, although it may as well have been hours, he wasn’t sure, staring into the mirror. Time was not the important thing right now. The thing in the reflection was of main importance at the moment.
The black and white mask, that covered the entire front of his face, was reminiscient of if Rorschach had a strong invested interest in arachnids. The multiple eyes seemed to move with where Aaron was looking, it was life-like in a strange way. And the mouth of the mask, arguably the creepiest part, was a wide cheshire-like grin. A grin dotted with rows of dagger-like teeth. Aaron could feel this mouth move, it was so alien to him, but he could feel the outside of the mouth tug up as he strained to have a better look at it.
The mask only ended halfway across his head, only everything all the way back to the ears. He brought a hand up and felt the ‘divide’ that separated mask and human skin, if you could still call it that. You could see the darkness blend into the skin, and both materials had the same uncanny feel. Not quite skin, and not quite alien goop. A mixture of the two, creating a texture Aaron had never seen in his study of the earth and its rocks.
His hair, typical maintained in a short, generic style that required little maintenance, had significantly changed. The hair had grown quite long indeed, Aaron would guess that at full length it would reach the small of his back. The hair had been tied into a high ponytail, put in place by a shimmering black hairband. Experimenting, Aaron gave the ponytail a bit of a swish. The hair had a shine to it, the type of sheen that came with hair of those women Aaron sees on hair dye packets. The colour hadn’t changed, but the brown in his new hair seemed more alive and colourful.
Moving down his body, Aaron was covered in a tight glistening black material, similar to the one that made his mask. The sticking point however, was the outfit that Cora had decided to put on him. A featureless sleeveless top, that paired with a cape that extended down to his butt, but was only attached to his left shoulder. That wouldn’t do at all, capes itself were corny, but the one shoulder ones were just a weird concept. He also now wore long black gloves, that extended to the centre of his upper arm, but not long enough to fully hide the exposed rest of his arm, and also a little bit of the shoulders as well. How awfully risqué of Cora.
The top was tight and didn’t do much to hide the shape of Aaron’s body, which had gained quite a decent amount of curvature. The dip in the waist was obvious, but it wasn’t ridiculously slim like unhealthily anorexic models or egregiously fan-servicy anime girls, but it was still quite attractive (with the caveat that it was now his body). The slight flab that covered his stomach had seemingly evaporated, replaced by a toned, athletic midriff. Aaron could almost make out the beginnings of a six pack, although it was hard to tell just from looking at it.
What he could definitely make out from the shape of the top though were a pair of distinct bodily structures on his upper chest. Breasts. Aaron now had breasts. He brought up his left hand to ‘inspect’ the new growths. Just maybe, he thought, that it was just an illusion and that if he just put his hand to it, the illusion was break. This was quickly dispelled, when Aaron grabbed onto the breast, and gave it a squeeze. Yep, definitely real. Not that Aaron really knew what actual breasts felt like or anything, but the softness and sensitivity of it certainly felt real to him.
If that wasn’t enough as a show femininity (and in Aaron’s opinion, it certainly was), his lower body certainly took the metaphorical cake. Cora had formed a rather short black skirt, that could certainly go swish if Aaron wanted it to (he didn’t). This was paired with a couple of thigh high boots, with stilleto heels seemingly sharp enough that could probably stab a hole in flesh. Not to be outdone by the changes to his upper body, the curves had extend to his lower body, namely, to his hip and his arse. It wasn’t anything unrealistically big, but Aaron now had to body of an attractive, athletic and strong woman, and the plumbing down below was certainly confirmation of that.
Eyeballing the boots, Aaron estimated them to be 3 inch heels, which didn’t help to explain to Aaron why he felt even shorter than he was before. Granted, Aaron had never been the tallest man in the world, nut even then, even in these 3 inch heels, Aaron had evidentally lost an inch or two. He could take the breasts and swishy mini skirt, but his height and the one shoulder cape (it was so terrible looking), those were the final straw.
Are ya done eyein’ up ma creation? It’s quite a nice look if I don’t say so maself.
“Why am I a woman Cora…....Fu….My voice….” Aaron’s voice had ascended to a very distinctive alto, but as far as Aaron could tell, it stil returned something that was distinctively his voice. Well, if his voice had been put through a gender swap software. It had a certain huskiness to it, it was something, once again, that Aaron would have found quite hot if it wasn’t coming out of his own throat.
Well, I would hardly want to fight in a body that didn’t feel right would I? It wouldn’t be right for a woman like maself to fight a in a big muscle suit.
“Well fine, but what about me? Did you have to drag me into this?!” Aaron heard Cora give a light sigh.
Listen, alot of the changes will help ya with the power that ya now have. Don’t ya see, you feel stronger don’t ya?
“Well, I do feel stronger but, did I really need breasts? These are going to a pain in the back to carry around. And long tiny heels? How am I even supposed to walk in these?
That’s what the sports bra is for idiot, and look, you can balance better with them when you have to climb buildings, and you can use the heels as….foot holds!
“First off, that’s a load of horseshit. Secondly, why would I be climbing builDIN-”
Aaron was cut off as the control to his body was wrenched away from him. The heels rapidly clicked as Cora piloted the body to the window, sliding it open and moving the legs out dangling them over the edge.
‘What the hell are you doing Cora, don’t you even think about it!’
Cora let out a laugh a hearty laugh, and gave the ponytail a flick. ‘Just watch a learn kiddo. Yer about to have the time of your life.’
Cora then proceeded to let their body fall from the window ledge.
And proceeded to land face first onto the ground one storey down from Aaron’s flat.
“.....”
…….
“........You know for an alien lifeform dead set on infiltrating my brain, you sure seem to lack quite a bit of awareness and intelligence”
“Fuck off idiot I thought this building was a lot higher than it was.”
‘What the hell are you talking about? You’ve seen this place several times already, do you have the memory of an alien goldfish or something.’
‘Shut up arsehole.’
‘Idiot’
“No you.”
“No you’
‘No you’
‘No y-’ ‘Alright enough bickerin’ for now’ Cora got up to her feet with a flip, which Aaron thought was very unnecessary and show-offy. It was quite the feat of athleticism, he concept that was rather foreign to the man who’s athletic achievements mostly included extracting himself from a hedge.
Cora turned to the wall of the flat building that Aaron had lived, and with one leap, scaled all three floors of the building, and with a push off of the roof’s ledge with her feet, landed on the roof smoothly with a barrel roll.
‘Wh……We can jump to the roof?! This is…this is impossible, I cannot be seeing this and feeling this, this is just my messed up concussion brain.’’
“Hey that’s not all mate. Watch this.” Without another warning, Cora sprang directly up into the air again, and raised both hands forward in front of them To Aaron’s surprise (he was no longer shocked by whatever twists Cora had in store for him), out of his pitch black gloves, the goop started to coallesce together, and in their hands, started to form an object….this object turned out to be a particularly large hammer.
‘Ya can form things to your heart’s content, as long as it is reasonable sized we won’t get too knackered doin’ a few old melee weapons.’
“There’s no way this can actually hurt or destroy anything, it’s made of symbiote goop.”
Aaron realised his mistake the moment he realised that Cora was smirking. The symbiote started to twirl the hammer in her hand, before tossing it downwards towards the roof. At least, that’s where it would have been going if the aim had been anywhere close, instead, the hammer shot out directly diagonally, missing the roof completely and smashing directly into a Range Rover parked outside the flat. The hammer ripped through the top right side of the range rover and basically just nearly chopped the whole thing in half. Could Aaron smell gasoline? Isn’t that bad?
‘And there you go, you believe me now that you actually have some skills to share mate?’
‘....I think we should get out of here for a bit Cora. At least, before the car explodes.’
‘Agreed. AWAY.’ With that, Aaron found himself flung over the opposite ledge of the roof, straight into the wall of an opposite building, and came crashing down with a sickening thump.
‘THE LANDINGS CORA, NAIL THE LANDINGS.’
‘I’m trying my BEST it’s hard to land with these bazongas in my face.’
‘Well then WHY DID YOU GIVE ME SUCH BIG BREASTS?!’
‘Because ITS WORTH THE PAIN.’
‘You are unbelievable Cora, just, unbelievable!’