Pretty Pink Doodle
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Another story set in the Doodle Universe. Again, thanks for the feedback
and especially to Jennifer GH for setting up this little part of the TG
fiction world. I am still playing around with my writing style (or the
lack thereof) and would appreciate any and all constructive feedback.
Disclaimer: You should be of legal age within the town, county, state,
and/or country in which you are connecting from. If you are not then
please make all haste towards the nearest exit. Everyone else, please
pour yourself something nice to drink and enjoy.
This story is more of a PG-13 for some language and sexual situations.
The next story will have a bit more of the naughty bits so please stay
tuned.
And another doodle?
by Pink Hair Girl
Chapter 1
Greg Miller sat at the back of the class, the spot he usually occupied
since every single teacher places the students in alphabetical order each
and every year. Not that he had any problems with it but it was just
another indicator that things never, ever change in "ye olde hometown".
If he did have a gripe about anything it was that the desks were designed
for those were five feet, nine inches and shorter. After last years
growth spurt the senior found himself at 6'1". Every class was the same,
sit down, scrunch up, and stick the legs out straight to avoid the bar on
the desk.
He found the position rather uncomfortable. Unbeknownst to him another
student found it rather amusing. She watched him from across the room
everytime they had a class together. While attention from a cute girl in
class is normally a great thing, the look on her face told a different
story. That story being somewhat twisted and predatory in its telling.
Of course Greg had noticed her stealing glances at him every so often.
His ego told his brain that she must really dig him to keep glancing at
him so much. However, he had a case of terminal shyness and he thought
she did as well. Every day he hoped that she would come forward and make
the first move. Yet every day was just like the last.
He finally decided that things had to change and that he would approach
her. The school year was almost complete and there was free time here and
there in each one of the classes as final testing was done but not quite
the school year. Some teachers taught right up to the very last day but
most relaxed and allowed the students to play games, mingle, or whatever
else provided that they did not leave the room nor cause a disturbance.
It was on one of those days that he finally walked over and said hello.
"Hello. I'm Greg and um, I was just wondering..."
Kathy sat and watched him squirm a bit while he tried to talk to her. She
really appreciated the effort even if he was not her type. She knew that
this came about from all of the gawking she had done but he never knew
why she kept looking him over. While Greg continued to stammer, she
casually swept up some of her loose blonde hair and deposited it behind
her ear. This allowed her to fully expose her smile and she did her best
to beam up at him.
"I know who you are, we have three classes together. It took you long
enough to come over here. What made you change your mind?"
Greg flushed and he answered, "Well the school year is almost over and
the Summer will probably go by pretty quickly.... and um... I just did
not want to kick myself later for not coming over and at least saying
hi."
Karen smile grew a bit more. He was cute in goofball sort of way. But he
also looked a lot like all of the other guys in school. The drawback of
living in the middle of nowhere, very little diversity. Guys basically
had no imagination and had pretty much the same hair style and just the
colour changed.
"It would have been a shame if we missed a chance to chat and get to know
one another a bit more. Want to see some of the artwork I have been doing
Greg?"
"Sure, that would be great. You like to draw then? People, cars, or...."
"Here, take a look for yourself."
At that she laid out a small notebook with non-lined pages. Each of the
first 27 pages had beautiful artwork on it. Horses, homes, people, and
some of the businesses that could be found downtown. They were very
detailed and most probably never would have guessed that a 17 year old
girl had drawn them. Greg flipped through each page and was very
impressed.
"Wow, those are great! Are you heading to some sort of art school or what
after we graduate?"
"Well, I was thinking of working for a year first."
"Working? Doing what? Not much here unless you want to drive to the city
and take up a job in the mall."
Karen had a sly smile appear on her face as she said, "I was thinking of
doing some tattoo work. Pays a lot better than the mall and it allows my
artwork to stick around for awhile and travel all on it's own."
"Tats? Never would have guessed that but your work is pretty amazing.
Have you done ink on anyone before?"
Karen knew that this was the moment she was waiting for and she seized
it.
"Oh, I could not afford any of the real equipment yet but I have been
practising on a few people here and there using my artist pens. I just
got a new one a few years back. It is very special and I only use it on
special occasions."
At that she opened up her binder and fished out a pink pen. It appeared
to be one of those new glittery "spray paint" pens. Greg had only seen
the silver and gold ones around, not any that were pink.
"I find that it allows me to draw exact lines and curves rather easily,
especially on skin. Too many of the Bic varieties run or clump up and
they do not last that long. This one sticks around for a bit after it has
had time to sit on the skin."
Greg looked at the pen a bit closer and did not see any markings on it.
"Huh, never saw one of those types of pens in pink before. Who makes it,
there aren't any names on it. How do you replace it when the ink runs
out?"
At this Karen through on her frown and sadly replied, "I don't know. I
found this pen one day or I should say it found me really. I never found
out where it came from, who made it, and that is why I do not use it
much."
"That makes sense, that you do not use it much I mean. I didn't notice
any pink sketches, have you used it on any of your drawings?"
"One or two but it works better on skin. On paper it is beautiful but not
as good as it looks when I doddle on someone. Are you game?"
Karen removed the top of the pen and smiled. The heavy vanilla and
something scent rose up and wrapped around them both.
"That smells great. I thought it would have more of a paint-y type smell
to it."
Karen continued to smile as she asked, "So you will let me practise on
you? Please?"
She batted her lashes and knew that he would not refuse her. Some guys
balked at the colour at first but once the pen was uncapped they were
willing to go along. Most thought that they had some kind of chance to
get into her panties and they did, sort of.
Greg thought for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, doodle
away on my arm. Whatever you like, ladies' choice." He smiled lopsidedly
at her and rolled up the sleeve on his T-shirt.
Karen moved forward and brought the pen down to his arm. Once there she
started to talk to Greg, to keep his attention on her and not what was
being drawn on his arm. If anyone paid close enough attention they would
see that it appeared as if the pen was guiding her hand and not the other
way around. Before Greg knew it, she was announcing that it was done.
"You said ladies' choice so I drew you a lady. What do you think?"
"Wow, that is totally amazing. It is so detailed and perfect, I would
hate to even get this wet. How did you draw it so fast?"
Karen smiled. "Practise makes perfect you know."
At that time the bell sounded, signaling the end of the class period.
Greg got up to walk back to his desk and collect his things. As he took
the first step Karen stood up and grabbed his arm.
"Hey Greg. If you want to see something really neat, when you get home
just touch the picture I drew and say the word 'change'. I think you will
like it."
At that she let go of his arm, winked, and walked out of the room. Greg
shook his head a little bit. Part of it was the strangeness of her
comment and a part of it was because he was feeling a bit light headed.
He looked down at his arm at the artwork he allowed her to draw on him.
Was it his imagination or was it glowing? Another shake of his head and
he started moving again. Two more periods to get through and then home
for the night.
"Shit!" thought Greg. "I didn't even ask her out."
Chapter 2
Greg reached home late in the afternoon. The walk home was not overly
remarkable mainly because he could not remember most of the walk home. He
chalked it up to it being part of the same old routine that he does every
school day. It is only natural that he would zone out and spare himself
the boredom of it all. Kind of like selective amenesia he figured. Again
he wished that he had been allowed to have a part time job so he could
have a car but his parents were very adamant that he not do either so he
could focus on his studies. As he walked up to the door his arm started
to itch. He ignored it as he reached up and opened unlocked the door.
As the door swung inwards his arm started to feel warm. "Great, I got an
infection from the cute girl," he thought to himself. He set down his
near empty book bag and moved towards the bathroom. He flicked on the
bathroom light and looked at the drawing that Karen had done on his arm.
The ink was very pink and sparkled in the light. The surrounding skin was
not red but it was definitely looking a bit off. Plus the itch had now
returned and he scratched at it without thinking. Immediately he stopped
and looked at the drawing once again. Amazing, he had scratched across
the skin but the drawing was not affected at all. Not one line was out of
place and not a single bit of sparkle lost.
Once the amazement had worn off he became rather pissed. "I cannot
believe that she used a permanent ink on my skin," he muttered. Greg then
reached into the cabinet and pulled out a wash cloth and a fluffy green
towel. After stripping he started the shower and then stepped into the
warm, cascading water. The soap felt cool in his hands but quickly warmed
as he rubbed the bar into the wash cloth. He immediately started in on
the drawing, hating that he had to remove it but that was far better than
getting a bad infection.
He soaped up that part of his arm rather heavily and then gently scrubbed
the cloth against his skin. Still the picture on his arm remained in its
entirety. Not only that but it began to burn and itch even more. "Shit, I
am only making it worse." He immediately started to rinse under the
water. As he placed his head beneath the shower head, his thoughts
returned to Karen and when they were chatting in school. Then he
remembered what she had told him to do.
Greg then reached up to the drawing on his arm. "Change," he said aloud.
Then he laughed as he noticed no change on the drawing. Or was there? Was
it his imagination or did it start to glow again? The question was
answered as the glowing became quite apparent. As the pink glow grew, the
drawing started to fade into his skin. Once it disappeared completely the
pink glow raced about his flesh, leaving a sparkling trail as it went.
The first change that he noticed was his height. One moment he was just
below the shower head to being several inches below it. He then felt his
skin pulling and stetching. It seemed as if he were being pulled and yet
pushed everywhere. He then realised that the feeling of water cascading
over his head had changed. He reached up and felt a soft mass greet his
hands and then, before he realised what was occuring, the soft mass
crashed down and pressed against his skin. It took a moment for him to
realise that it was his hair that had grown out in such a manner. It was
his hair but not his hair. It was a very light blonde, almost white and
it seemed to be everywhere against his body. Before he could digest that
completely a new change then occured.
His chest started to burn and itch. He looked down at it and noticed that
it was glowing a bright pink. Slowly his nipples and surrounding area
changed. Then it started to swell outwards, the sudden change bringing
pain that threatened to bring him to his knees. He cried out and then
noticed yet another change, his voice.
"Oh my god!" he squeked out. "What the Hell?" He could not wrap his mind
around what was happening. Just like the other changes though, he did not
have long to think on his voice. The push and pull feelings had fallen
down his body, following the water to his feet. One particularly intense
set of feelings came from his crotch. His eyes widened in terror as he
realised what those feelings heralded. A moment later an intense burn ran
through his crotch and then turned inwards. He could not see the change
for his new ample breasts blocked the view. However, where the eyes could
not wander his hands could and he quickly snaked them down to feel out
what had happened.
That may have been a mistake for his new parts seemed to be rather
sensitive. As his fingers explored his new sex, new feelings started to
well up from inside. He felt like he was becoming hornier and hornier.
His crotch became slick and his fingers with it. It was not enough to
just feel the outside though. Finally he gave in and thrust his fingers
up inside of himself. Sweet bliss blossomed and threatened to steal the
present away from him. The orgasm hit him hard and he rocked back and
released a cry of pleasure. That was followed by another one and then
another. When the orgasms had finally subsided he found himself curled up
inside of the tub. The water had grown cold and caused him to shiver.
Slowly he reached up and turned off the flow of water.
As she stepped out of the tub she started to hum to herself. The school
year was almost over and the Summer vacation should be a lot of fun.
Although she was only a sophmore she had made friends among her older
classmates. They were all getting ready to either head off to some sort
of secondary school or the workforce. A few had decided to join the
military. One way or the other a good part of those she liked were about
to be dispersed. That meant there would be a good deal of partying going
on and that was fine with her. She wondered what her Senior year would
offer in the way of adventure. Something tugged at the back of her mind.
As it did she wiped the steam from the mirror and gazed into it.
She saw her near perfect reflection. Her light blonde hair and bright
green eyes were the features that most commented on. Not that the rest of
her was any less perfect. Sure it took a lot of hard work to keep her
figure just right but it was well worth it. Still something was nagging
at her. "Something does not seem quite right." After a moment of silence,
it dawned on her. "My hair. I have had the same hairstyle since I started
high school. Definitely time for a change," she thought. With that she
broke out into a bright smile and started to play with her still damp
hair.
"Yeah, definately the hair," she said out loud. "I bet Karen would have a
few ideas on what would really look good."
~Fin
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