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Chem-Tech's Legacy - Matilda's Story (Chapter 3)
My Dad came running outside. "What's going on?"
"It's Danny," I wailed. "He just collapsed, I think he's changing like I
did, look at his hair," I said as I pointed at his ginger hair, slowly
changing to grey."
"Oh shit," he said whilst dialling a number into his mobile. "There's
nobody answering the Chem-Tech number, I'm gonna call an ambulance!"
Since he was breathing okay, I called upon my basic first aid skills
while we waited for the ambulance to arrive. Dad rang Chem-Tech a few
more times leaving them urgent voicemail messages as they still didn't
answer. In the meantime, Mum had come out to see what was going on and
had decided that she was best suited to cuddling me when she saw how
distressed I was.
The ambulance soon arrived. When the paramedics first saw me, they gave
me a look of "Bloody hell, it's her!" before getting down to see Danny.
Once they confirmed that he was breathing okay and his heart was slightly
elevated, but nothing to be concerned about, they put him on a stretcher
and into the back of the ambulance.
"We think he's been in touch with the same stuff that changed my
daughter," Dad said to them. "I've been trying to get in touch with Chem-
Tech, but I've had no luck. If we're right, they're the people who will
know what to do!"
"Okay sir," the paramedic said. "I'll pass that info on. And don't worry
about your friend, he's going to the best place," he said to me before
they drove away with the sirens blaring. The remaining press soon
followed.
Dad and I went inside and sat ourselves down in the living room. Mum put
the news on where a man and a woman seemed to be debating about... well,
me.
"I think the bravery of this young lady needs to be applauded," the smart
looking woman in her mid thirties was saying. "It could have been so easy
for her to hide away from the world and allow this potential wonder drug
to be destroyed. It is her life that has been so drastically changed, yet
she still believes in the work that Chem-Tech is doing. I think we should
respect her wishes and allow Chem-Tech to carry on their invaluable
work."
"Well there is one thing you seem to be forgetting,Sharon," said the grey
haired man in his fifties said "And that is that Chem-Tech have
effectively murdered Philip Nixon and replaced him with this abomination
called Matilda. Is it even the same person on the inside? A few weeks ago
it was a fifteen year old boy, now it is some kind of cat-girl hybrid
parading itself around on television in a dress and heels. How many boys
would do that? And as for the so called "cancer cure," I would rather die
a horrible death than risk being turned into some freak show and I'm sure
I'm not the only one." I should have been shocked by the man's reaction
to me, but to be honest, this is how I was expecting most people to react
to me.
"I cannot believe you would say that, David," Sharon said, shocked. "SHE
is clearly trying to make the best of this situation. SHE is a beautiful
young woman and I would be proud to have HER as my daughter!" That made
me smile.
"You have a son don't you Sharon?" David asked. "How would you like it if
he was to bring IT home and say IT was his girlfriend? What if he and IT
were to have kids? How would you like having grandchildren that were
freaks? That would grow up being ridiculed by society? This isn't just
one person being affected here, this has the potential to infect human
evolution!!!" he said getting louder and louder with each question asked.
"I would be proud of my son if he could look past the differences to see
the person behind the ears and the tail. And the only people who would
ridicule future hybrids would be bigots like you!" Sharon anounced,
starting to get upset. I didn't know who this Sharon was, but I liked
her. This was when the news anchor, a guy called Damon, butted in.
"Sorry to break this up, but we have breaking news on exactly this
subject. Our reporter on the scene is Diane Wheatley." The screen changed
to a smartly dressed woman, with my house in the background. A quick peek
from behind the living room curtains confirmed that this was live.
"Thanks Damon," Diane said. "Just a few moments ago, the young man who
made the press aware of Matilda Nixon, Daniel Silverton, approached the
Nixon residence and spoke to the hybrid Matilda. An argument broke out
before Miss Nixon clearly threatened Mr Silverton. Mr Silverton then
turned to walk away before collapsing to the ground while Miss Nixon
shouted, "Dad, Dad. You have to call Chem-Tech!" Mr Silverton was on the
ill fated field trip that caused Philip Nixon to change into the cat-girl
hybrid, could Mr Silverton suffer a similar fate? How many others on that
field trip could be at risk? Back to you Damon."
Dad turned off the television. "Blatant scaremongering!" he announced.
"Do they not realise that they're going to cause a mass panic? Of course
they do, it'll keep people watching their fucking news program."
"JIM," Mum shouted. "Watch your language in front of Tilly!"
"Sorry," Dad said before turning to me. "You okay Kitten?"
"I'm fine," I said. "I just wish I knew how Danny was doing." In truth,
the report by Diane Wheatley had scared me. If the news were going to
report events in that way, how long before people are scared of me, or
even violent towards me? Had all the good done by my press conference
come undone? While I was pondering this, Mum had phoned the local
hospital.
"It's no good," she said after putting the phone down. "They aren't
giving any information to anyone who isn't immediate family. Probably
don't want to tell the press anything by accident. We'll just have to
wait and see."
And so life went on for the next week. I was getting inundated with
offers for interviews and television appearances. It had got so bad that
Chem-Tech hired an agent to keep them off my back. I had told him that I
didn't care about money, that I would only do an interview with Sharon
who I had seen on the news the other day. He wasn't exactly sure who I
meant but would soon find out.
Mum had ordered loads of new clothes for me online since I didn't fancy
going to try clothes on in public shops. Not that most clothes would fit
over my tail anyway. It's a good job Mum was handy with her textiles, she
had to put a tail hole in every skirt (urgh), dress (URGH), panties
(AAARRRGGGHHH) and pair of jeans (phew) she had bought for me.
I was waiting on my home tutor who was going to help me catch up on my
school work when Mum questioned me.
"Can't you wear something nicer?" she asked. I was wearing a pair of
tight fitting jeans and a red zip up hoody, with my hair in a pony tail.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked. I knew what she meant. Why
couldn't I wear something girlier?
"Well it's your first day with your tutor, don't you want to make a good
first impression?"
That was when there was a knock on the door. Saved from my mother. She
went and answered it before leading a guy into the living room. This was
my tutor? He can't have been much older than 25. Dark, shaggy hair. Deep
brown eyes. A good build on him. He was cute.
Cute?
"GET THOSE THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW TILLY," I mentally scolded
myself.
"Hi, I'm Carl," he said. "You must be Tilly."
"How did you guess?" I asked in mock shock.
"I dunno, just an educated guess," he said jokingly.
He might have been young but he was good. We had started with english
literature and we were reading To Kill a Mockingbird. Maybe it was easier
to understand now that I could more easily sympathise with the characters
in it who faced bigotry every day. We were getting stuck into it when the
phone rang. Mum answered.
"Tilly," she said to get my attention. "It's Mr Sampson from Chem-Tech,
he would like to speak to you."
"Hello, Mr Sampson," I said after taking the phone.
"Tilly, I wish this was a social call but we need your help again," he
said.
"I told the agent who you hired for me, there's only one person I'll do
an interview with," I said, cutting him off.
"We know, we know," he said. "This is something completely different and
infinitely more important."
"Go on."
"It's Daniel, as I think you may have suspected, he's gone through a
major change. Like yourself he's now become an animal hybrid."
"Is he still a boy?" I asked.
"Yes, in that respect he's quite lucky, however, he's become very angry
and feels that there is no hope. His aggression is worrying. We are
hoping that you might be able to talk to him. If he can see how you've
adapted to the change, he might be able to see hope for himself," Mr
Sampson reasoned.
"Or since I haven't been his favourite person of late, that might make
him even angrier," I countered.
"True, we have explained that risk to his parents, but they're happy to
go with this course of action. Are you?" he asked.
"If you think it will help, I'll do it," I agreed. "But can I ask, what
kind of hybrid has he become?"
"Like you, he's taken after his pet"
"You mean he's..."
"Yep, he's become a dog hybrid. Husky to be precise," he confirmed.
I was scheduled to meet Danny the next day. Like for my press conference,
it was advised that I dressed femininely and to wear the choker to show
that I was comfortable in my new body. So there I was in Dad's car, on my
way to the Chem-Tech facility, wearing a knee length denim skirt, a
knitted, long sleeved, beige turtle neck top and knee high boots. My hair
was in a long braid over my shoulder (I still hadn't got round to having
any length cut off) and I'd managed to put up enough of a fight to keep
make up to a minimum, just a bit of eye shadow and lip gloss.
"I don't get why you wouldn't wear one of your summer dresses?" Mum asked
again for what seemed like the 50th time. "Mr Sampson did tell you to
dress femininely."
"Mum, I'm wearing a skirt and makeup and my hair is in a braid. This
isn't exactly a masculine look!" I almost shouted. "He also said I need
to appear comfortable and as much as I know you'd love a little Barbie
doll to dress up, I'm still not all that comfortable being a girl!"
Mum looked a little upset "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that it's not
every day that your only son turns into your only daughter, and such a
pretty one at that. I just thought that pushing you to be a little more
girly might help you get used to things." I could see tears forming in
the corners of her eyes. Oh shit. She was upset because she'd got things
wrong and all she'd done was try to help me adjust. I felt awful.
"Mum?" I said quietly.
"Yes dear?" she sniffed at me.
"I know you just tried to do what you thought was right. When I'm ready,
I'll tell you and we can maybe do something girly together."
"I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to."
"I know," I responded. "Just give me some time, deal?"
"Deal," she said with a hint of a smile on her face. Since I was in the
back and she was in the front all I could do was reach around her seat
and cuddle her from behind. Dad just concentrated on his driving with a
look on his face that screamed "Not getting involved, not getting
involved."
Once at the Chem-Tech facility I was led to a room with a large window,
looking into what looked like a small living room.
"Okay Tilly," Doctor Edon, Danny's psychiatrist, said to me. "In a few
moments we'll let you into the room you can see now. Once you've sat
down, we'll let Danny in. We'll be watching everything from in here. It's
a two way mirror so we'll be able to see and hear everything that
happens, but Danny won't be able to see us. If there's any sign of
trouble, we have two security staff with tranquilisers ready to subdue
him. As long as you don't get too close to him, there will be no risk to
you. Do you have any questions?"
"Yeah, what do I talk to him about?" I asked.
"Whatever comes to mind, you two have been friends for years I
understand. Just try to talk to him like you normally would," she
replied.
"Thank you for doing this," Danny's mum said to me. "Hopefully a friend
who's going through a similar experience will help him."
So I walked into the room and sat in the chair at the far end, facing the
door, smoothing my skirt as I did. I'd been there a few seconds when I
realised that I was nervously gripping my tail. Then the door opened and
in came what I assumed was Danny.
He looked totally different. He was wearing jeans, t-shirt and a pair of
trainers (sneakers). This didn't help to make him look 'normal'. His
entire body was covered in a silvery grey and white fur, including his
face, he had grown to what looked to be just under seven feet tall and
even with all the fur, I could see that his muscles would be described as
'ripped'. His eyes were a piercing blue and I could see the rows of
pointed teeth that I would not want to be on the receiving end of. I
instantly felt wary of him. Perhaps that was the cat in me. He sat in the
chair opposite me.
"Hey fuck face," I said, trying to keep things as normal.
"Fuck you," he growled back. Shit, he sounded angry. "Sorry about the
voice, this is how I talk now, I can't help it," he explained. That
brought a sense of relief. "How's things back in the real world?" he
asked.
"I can't really tell," I said honestly. "I haven't left the house since
the press conference."
"Since you paraded yourself in a dress like a good little girl?" he said
snidely at me. "Fucking hell Phil, you really have lost your balls
haven't you? Even now you're wearing a fucking skirt, just to come here."
"I'm trying to make the best of this situation," I said, keeping my cool
and ignoring the blatant use of my old name. "I don't like it but if I
ever want anything like a normal life I need to accept it."
"Normal?" Danny laughed. "You're a freak. WE are freaks. You're never
going to be accepted by anyone else."
"I may be a freak, we have that in common. But I'm not going to hide away
like a coward. THAT is where we differ!" I spat at him.
Almost like lightning, Danny had lept out of his chair, grabbed it and
launched it at me, I just managed to dive out of the way as it smashed
against the wall behind me. My god, he had the strength to match his new
frame. That was when the two security guards came in, pointing the
tranquiliser guns at him.
"That's enough now Danny," one of them stated. "Time to go before things
get too excitable"
"Okay, okay, I'm coming," he growled, putting his hands in the air and
walking past the guards. It all seemed to settle down far too easily,
that was until...
"We should just put you down, you freak of..." the second guard had
muttered.
As quick as his reflexes would allow, Danny had turned around and swiped
at the guard's face with his claws out, blood splattering across the
room, before the sheer impact from the blow sent the guard tumbling
across the floor. The other guard reacted quickly and tranqued Danny. I
could do nothing but scream.
Danny had turned to attack the remaining guard but was instantly
sluggish. Before he could even raise an arm, he had collapsed to the
floor.
The rest was a blur. I remember the medical team rushing in to tend to
the guard. I remember Danny being dragged away along the floor and I
remember my Mum rushing in and enveloping me in a cuddle. All the time I
was screaming.
The rest of the day was a bit of a daze. We had gotten home and my Mum
had done nothing but given me cuddles and hot drinks. I had my Dad
telling me that the guard was going to survive and that Danny "Clearly
just needed more time to adjust, he always did have a bit of an anger
issue.," I barely responded, I spent most of the next two days, curled up
on the sofa with Tabitha. Things then took a turn for the better.
"Tilly," I heard Mum call from downstairs whilst I was playing with
Tabitha. "You have a phone call"
I walked down and grabbed the receiver from her. "Hello?"
"Hello Tilly, it's Mr Sampson," said the voice.
"Oh, hi Mr Sampson."
"I've got some bits of good news for you," he said. "First of all, Darren
Taylor, the guard who was injured the other day, is in the clear. He's
going to make a full recovery and with a bit of plastic surgery to his
face, he's going to be good as new before you know it."
That was a relief. While he had done himself no favours in talking the
way he did, he didn't deserve to be scarred for life or anything.
"The second bit of good news is that we have found the lady from the
debate you were talking about. Her name is Sharon Bell and she has said
that she would love to do an interview with you."
"That would be fantastic," I said.
"Brilliant, would Wednesday next week be good for you?," he asked. I
agreed. It would give me chance to get myself composed. Although I didn't
feel I would need to do much preparation, the way Sharon had defended me
on the debate told me that I wouldn't have to worry about any sneaky
questions to catch me off guard.
The next week flew by, most of it spent with Carl trying to catch up on
my school work and Jenny calling round for a gossip. Mum had wanted to do
some dress shopping online for my big TV appearance but Chem-Tech had
already arranged for "Paolo," and his team to make me presentable for it.
I was dreading to think what he'd have me wearing this time. The only
strange thing was that when Jenny visited me after school on the Monday,
she seemed quite excitable and giggly but I had no idea why. She said
that nothing was going on but I got the distinct impression that she was
hiding something from me.
Wednesday soon arrived and with it, Paolo and his team. The interview was
going to be conducted in the living room, so I was being primped and
preened in the dining room. The smells and sensations from it all were
still quite alien to me, but not as much as from the press conference a
few weeks earlier. The nerves were getting to me more though, the
interview was going out live and I didn't have a script to read from this
time.
My hair was pin straight and reached my bum. I still hadn't had any
length cut off from it. The make up felt heavy on my face, but looked
subtle and gave me a look of sweet innocence. I was wearing a baby pink,
peplum dress with a high, rounded neckline to avoid showing any cleavage
and pink heels. The look was finished with a pink Alice band and my
signature cat collar that Jenny had bought me. And of course, my tail was
sticking out through a hole in the back of the dress.
When I was ready I was directed into the living room where Sharon and her
crew were waiting. She was dressed very smartly in a white, button up
blouse and a black pencil skirt.
"So are you ready?" she asked me.
"Nervous," I replied.
"You have nothing to worry about. Although I was surprised to hear that
you had said you would only do an interview with me.," Sharon stated.
"I saw how you defended me in that debate. I know I can trust you to not
try and trick me."
She put her hand on my shoulder. "You have nothing to fear from me. I
think you're an amazing human being and hopefully after this evening, the
rest of the world will think that too."
The living room had been set up so that two arm chairs were positioned on
either side of the TV, which I thought was odd. Obviously one chair for
me, one for Sharon. We got sat down when Tabitha suddenly jumped on my
lap and made herself comfortable.
"Sorry," I said to Sharon. "Ever since my change she's been very clingy
with me."
"How cute," Sharon exclaimed. "She can stay there during the interview if
you don't think she'll be a bother."
Somebody from the other side of the cameras butted in, "Okay ladies, we
are good to go in ten, nine, eight..." He counted down to zero and we
were off.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Sharon started off. "I am here this evening with
somebody who can only be described as extraordinary. A few weeks ago, HE
was an average, fifteen year old school boy called Philip Nixon. Today,
SHE is an anything but average fifteen year old girl, with some unusual
extras, Matilda Nixon." She turned to me. "Matilda, thank you for
speaking with us."
"No problem Sharon," I replied. "And please, call me Tilly."
And so it went. She asked me about the incident that started this all
off, I gave the same story that everybody knew at this point. She asked
what it's like to be suddenly a girl. I was honest and said that I was
trying my best to embrace it and that despite what I may look like, I was
struggling to deal with the feminine clothes and make up. She asked about
my family and I said that I couldn't wish for more understanding parents,
but made a joke about how Mum couldn't wait until I was comfortable
enough to be her Barbie doll. It was all quite light hearted until:
"So Tilly, I understand that before all of this, you had a girlfriend.
How have things changed there?"
I should have been expecting a question like this but it still caught me
a little off guard. I felt a tear start to well up.
"I'm sorry," Sharon said, obviously upset that she had made me upset.
"You don't have to answer that."
"It's ok," I said. "Yes, I did have a girlfriend, Jenny. We've had to
split up as things were just too weird. However, she's now my best friend
instead. It was her who got me this cat collar." I showed it to the
camera. "Knowing that it would be my sense of humour that would get me
through this."
"And your friend Danny, we all know that he has undergone a change along
the same lines as yours. What can you tell us about him?" Sharon probed.
"Well it wouldn't be right for me to say too much," I started. "He is
still male, I can tell you that and that he is struggling to come to
terms with it. But I would challenge anyone to undergo a change like ours
and not struggle with it," I said, very diplomatically.
"And finally, I understand that you haven't been back at school, choosing
to have a home tutor and neither have you left the house, except for
visits to Chem-Tech. Why is that?"
"Honestly, while everbody that I have seen has been very supportive of
me, I have seen some negative reactions about me on the news and debate
programs. I honestly have no idea how the general public would react to
me. After all, I'm not just a girl, I'm a cat hybrid. I don't know how I
would react to see somebody like me walking down the street."
"Well Tilly, I have something here that I think you should see." That was
when she turned our TV on.
It was a film of Sharon interviewing people around my town. From shop
workers to neighbours, from my teachers to the staff at the local bowling
alley. All saying that they wanted to see more of Tilly. Those that knew
me were saying that I had been a lovely boy before and that they were
proud to have somebody like me in their community.
She then went to my school to interview my former class mates. Even the
tossers who I didn't get on with before were saying that they wanted to
see me back. I did get the feeling that they were just playing up to the
camera to have their fifteen minutes of fame. Then there was a familiar
face on the screen. It was Jenny.
"Tilly, we all want you back at school. We all miss you. And to prove it,
next Friday we are having a school disco in your honour. We would love it
if you would come." So that was what she was hiding from me on Monday.
The camera went back to Sharon with my class mates in the background.
"So there you have it Tilly, it seems that everybody wants you back and
to stop hiding yourself away." She turned to the crowd behind her "DO YOU
WANT TILLY BACK?"
"YEEEAAAAAHHHHHH," the crowd screamed. That's where the recording ended.
I was in tears.
"So are you going to go to the party in your honour?" Sharon asked me.
"Yes," I said, blubbing away. "I'd love to."
"And that's all we have time for, this is me Sharon Bell, saying an
emotional good bye from both of us. Good night."
Meanwhile, in a nondescript boardroom.
"Well that was fantastic."
"Yes, if that doesn't get the press off our backs about our compound,
nothing will."
"We had government approval anyway, I can't see them changing their minds
anytime soon."
Another figure enters the room.
"Sirs, we have a problem."
"What is it?"
"The security guard, Darren Taylor. The one who was attacked by subject
2. He's gone to the press."
"Shit. What has he told them?"
"We can't be sure, but probably everything."
"This changes everything. This may well force us to close down. Do we
have any of the compound not on any official books?"
"Only the experimental aerosol form."
"Rent a truck in a fake name. Transport it out to our secondary facility.
Don't tell anybody what you're transporting. We need to do this now
before the government have chance to act. We're so close to perfecting
this, we can't stop now."
"Yes sir."
Authors note:
Sorry it have been so long. I've had so much going on of late that even
when I've had chance to sit down and write, my mind has just gone blank.
I hope you're still enjoying this and I have taken many ideas suggested
to me on board and may well make an appearance in the next chapter.
Sophie xxx
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