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Chem-Tech's Legacy - Chapter 4 - Matilda's Story
The interview was complete. Sharon and the TV people had packed up and
left, but not before telling me that the early ratings on the interview
had gone through the roof on a national scale.
"You're the nations sweetheart now," Sharon had told me before she left.
"So you're really going to go then?" my mum asked me as she was helping
clear the gunk from my face.
"What? To the disco?" I asked back "Of course, it's not like I can back
out now, is it?"
"Oh good. I was wondering..." she said with a thoughtful look on her
face.
"What mum?" I asked suspiciously.
"Well, since it's a party all for you, what do you think you should
wear?" I could see where this was heading. I thought I'd give her a break
and let her do what she's been dying to do since my change.
"I've thought about that," I said "And you know how you've wanted to play
dress up on me for some time now?"
"Yes dear?" she asked sounding hopeful.
"Do your worst."
"Is that a challenge?" she asked with a smirk.
"That is a challenge. Just one condition. Don't change my hair length or
colour. I've grown to really like it." And I had. It was very distinct.
"Oh honey, this is going to be so much fun."
For who, I wasn't sure.
Once the makeup was off, I sat in front of Mum as she brushed my hair
out. I closed my eyes and started to purr.
The next day didn't start off so positively.
"Kitten," my dad said once I had arrived downstairs. "We have some bad
news."
"What's happened?" I asked. Why couldn't things just start being simple?
"It's all over the news, you know the guard that Danny attacked? He's
gone to the press. He's told them everything. About the attack. About how
Danny has changed and how unstable he is and about how he believes that
work on this compund needs to stop. He's even sent them photos of his
facial scars."
"So what does this mean?"
"Well Mr. Sampson has been in touch. He's convinced that the government
are going to ban Chem-Tech from working on the compound and that any
reserves will be destroyed. I'm sorry honey, I know that was pretty much
your only chance you had of changing back."
Wow. I was upset, but not for the reason you might think. I had pretty
much given up any hope of changing back ages ago. But I had hoped that
something good might come out of this. A cure for cancer.
"Is there nothing I can do?"
"Mr. Sampson says that you've already so much for them and that if it
hadn't been for the press conference and the interview, things would be a
lot worse. He doesn't believe that even you can pull them out of the dirt
this time."
After breakfast I went back to my room feeling a bit glum and slowly got
ready for the day. Carl would be round soon to carry on with the
tutoring. I didn't feel like doing much and so just threw on a hoodie and
a pair of jogging bottoms while tying my hair back in a pony tail.
While I was waiting for Carl, I noticed that my tail was just hanging
limp. It had always seemed to have a mind of it's own, whether it was
curved out and upwards or swinging about, but today it just seemed to
have no life in it. I wondered if it had anything to do with my mood.
This was the first time I had actually felt just depressed and not angry
since I had left the Chem-Tech facility. I decided to a bit of research
online.
I was right. A cats tail does often represent it's mood. And in this case
my tail was indicating that I was upset and fearful. This was something I
would have to try and get control of otherwise I would have no way of
hiding my emotions.
Carl had arrived we were going over history. It was never my favourite
subject but if I was going to go back to mainstream school next year I
was going to have to prove I was fully caught up. It wasn't working
though. My thoughts were all over the place. While I had pretty much
given up hope of ever changing back to male, there was always that little
glimmer. Now that had been extinguised. I was going to be Matilda Nixon
for the rest of my life. Unless I got married of course, then I would be
Mrs. Matilda Whatever.
Oh shit. Was I just thinking about getting married? Being a wife? A
mother? Could I even be a mother? My DNA was all over the place, would it
be compatible with a regualar human? My sudden lack of attraction to
Jenny had proven that I wasn't a lesbian and I definitely found Carl to
be cute, but even if I accepted fancying boys, could I ever have a normal
relationship?
I looked into Carl's eyes. They just seemed to draw me in. I could myself
starting to grin and found myself shuffling round in my seat. I then
caught sight of my tail. It was held out to one side. I had read about
that earlier. What did it mean again?
FUCK!
I was inviting Carl sexually. I quickly grabbed hold of it and shoved it
down so I was sat on it. How embarrassing. I definitely needed to learn
to control it.
"You okay Tilly?" Carl asked.
"Umm yeah. I suppose."
"You seem very distracted," he stated.
I went on to explain what I had found out earlier and what it meant for
me. Missing out the part where I was thinking about what it meant to be a
heterosexual female.
"How about we call it a day, try again tomorrow? It sounds like you have
a lot to think about."
"Thanks Carl."
The next week went by in a blur of tutoring, training my tail (I found
that if I concentrated, I could hold it in a lowered but curved up
position. To anyone who knew what they were looking for it would just
indicate that I was relaxed) and getting paranoid over what I had agreed
to with Mum. She had enlisted Jenny's help to come up with a look for the
disco and I could hear a lot of giggling whenever the two of them were
together. The day of the disco soon arrived.
In a nondescript boardroom:
"The government officials are satisfied that we have destroyed all traces
of the compund as well all of our research into it. They're leaving us to
our other projects."
"Brilliant. Bring the aerosol form back from our secondary facility. Use
the same unmarked tanker and bring it to the smallest lab. Only use staff
that you KNOW will keep their mouths shut about this."
"Yes sir."
"Mum, it's 1 in the afternoon. Do we have to start now?"
"Honey, you gave me complete control in this remember? We have a lot to
do."
And so it began. It started with a bubble bath where my legs and armpits
were shaved and hair was washed and conditioned. I dried myself off and
walked downstairs in a dressing gown with my damp hair wrapped in a towel
turban (which was weird, it meant my ears were also wrapped in a towel so
I was pretty much deaf like this) and wearing panties and a strapless
fuschia pink strapless bra that mum had put out for me.
I was placed in a chair by the stylist that Mum had arranged who then
unleashed my damp locks (and also my ears, thankfully). She then spent
what felt like an eternity combing, pulling, drying, spraying and rolling
my hair. I caught a glimpse in the mirror and my head was just a mass of
varying sizes of hair rollers. I could barely even see my ears. That was
when a cover was thrown over the mirror.
"No looking until the finished product," the stylist said. "And just to
be sure, we're going to need this for the next part," as she put a blind
fold over my eyes.
I was then stood up as I felt something like a fluffy skirt pulled up to
my waist and what was obviously a strapless dress pulled over my head and
my tail fed through them both. Something tight and stretchy was wrapped
around my waist, gloves were pulled over my hands and forearms before I
was told to sit back down and closed toed heels were put on my feet. A
blanket of sorts was draped over my shoulders before the blindfold was
taken off. The blanket covered everything from the neck down so I still
had no idea what I was wearing.
Next came the makeup (I was starting to get used to the gunk being
plastered on my face) before the attack on my hair started again. More
combing and brushing, more hair spray and pins being poked into the back
of my head. The blanket was removed and I was stood up in front of the
mirror.
Wow.
Even the times I'd been tarted up for my TV appearances hadn't prepared
me for this.
The dress was strapless, white and decorated with a rose print. The skirt
was full and fell midway between my knees and ankles and was filled out
with a fuschia pink petticoat. Around my waist was an elasticated fushia
pink belt and the look was completed with heels and opera length gloves
of the same colour.
My makeup was a lot more glam and playful than I was used to. All very
pink and sparkly. Then there was the hair:
All of my hair in front of my ears had been parted down the centre and
was hanging down in spiral curls, framing my face and almost reaching my
waist. The rest was piled up on the back of my head in a mass of curls.
It looked huge, but given how much hair I had, that shouldn't have been
much of a surprise.
I looked incredible. Mum looked like she was almost in tears. I was happy
that I could make her so happy.
Jenny soon arrived, wearing a simple, royal blue party dress. She looked
gorgeous, but it was obvious to see who the disco was being held for. Dad
gave us both a lift to the school hall.
Outside the hall was a huge banner saying, "Welcome back Tilly." It
looked like it had been made in the art class.
The hall itself was decorated with more banners and balloons. The DJ was
already playing music and the hall was filled with everybody from my year
group at school and all of my former teachers. I couldn't believe so many
people had turned out for me.
A few of the girls (including Jenny's friend Alice. I hadn't seen her
since the initial incident) rushed over to Jenny and I and were greeted
with all the ooh's and aah's. I was repeatedly told how cute I was and
was bombarded with questions about what it was like. There was nothing
malicious, just curiosity. It was really strange though. I used to tower
over most of these, now I was shorter than all of them. Many of the
teachers also came over to tell me it was good to see me again. I felt
very welcome.
The latest song favourited by the teen girl crowd came on. "Come on,
let's have a dance!" said Alice.
"I don't know" I said back "I'm not much of a dancer."
"Come on" Jenny "Go give that cute little booty a shake."
And so we did. And amazingly, I was quite a good little dancer. I felt so
light on my feet and I had so much energy. I loved the feeling of the
petticoat swishing around my legs. I don't know how long we had been
dancing for when a group of guys came over, led by Craig.
Craig was the stereotypical pretty boy, who was also captain of the
school football (soccer) team. I had never had much to do with him as
Phil, but I had always thought of him as a bit of a dick.
"Hey ladies," he said. "The buffet is now on, but you guys look like
you're having a good time. Do you want us to get something for you?"
"How sweet Craig," said Alice. "Sure, we'd love that."
A few minutes later they came back with a plate for each of us and we
went and sat down.
I don't know why, but I was immediately drawn to a ham sandwich. I
greedily munched it down. There was another one there but for some reason
it didn't seem as appealing. I slowly ate the rest of it and I was
starting to feel a little buzzed.
"Do you want to dance?" I looked round and it was Craig. I was feeling
good so I said yes.
He grabbed my gloved hand and led me out. He put his hands around my
waist and I put mine around his neck as we danced together. The longer we
danced for, the better I felt and when he took one hand and started to
scratch behind my ears, I couldn't help but rest my head on his shoulder
and start to purr.
"You okay?" he asked me.
"Sure," I said. "I'm just going to have a sit down." Then the strangest
thing came over me. I didn't just sit on the floor, I laid down. I don't
know why but I felt so good, I didn't care. I then started to writhe
around. I should have felt foolish but I felt amazing. I could see Craig
filming me on his smartphone before he was dragged away by Mr Johnson and
I was suddenly surrounded.
Almost as quickly as the buzzed feeling came on, it went and I was
suddenly embarrassed by what I had been doing.
"What was I doing?" I asked everyone, in shock.
Some looked at me in pity, some in concern and others were sniggering.
"Craig," Jenny said. "He spiked your food with catnip."
OH. MY GOD.
I looked round at the sniggering faces. I couldn't believe it. I
immediately burst into tears and ran out of the hall. I could hear Jenny
trying to chase after me but with my cat like energy I quickly out ran
her and into the high street. I found a dark shop front, collapsed to the
floor and cried my heart out.
It had gotten dark. I don't know how long I had been there. I'd left my
bag at the school hall with my phone in. I wasn't wearing a watch so I
had no idea what time it was. This was the first time I had been out on
my own since my change and nobody knew where I was. It was time to make
my way home, people were going to be worried. I stood up.
"Hey there beautiful," I heard a voice growl. I knew that voice. But he
shouldn't be here. I turned round.
"Danny! What are you doing here? How did you get out?" I asked,
terrified.
"I just came to see Phil, my best friend. It wasn't hard to smell you
out. You are one of a kind. And how I got out? Those Chem-Tech bastards
are extremely preoccupied with something. All it took was one to not
secure my room and then I only had to fight my way through a couple of
guards to get out."
He towered over me. He was almost 3 foot taller and built like a brick
shit house. I quietly slipped off my heels, preparing myself to run.
"Danny, that place is the best place for you right now," I tried to
reason with him.
"What do you mean for now? They see me as dangerous, I was never getting
out of there. I can't believe this," he growled at me. "We both go
through a drastic change, but whereas I get classed as a monster, YOU
become the nations `sweetheart` and get a party thrown for you. Well you
won't be so easy on the eyes when I'm done with you!"
I knew it. He'd come to hurt me. I turned and ran.
"RUN, RUN LITTLE KITTY," he shouted after me. "THIS WILL MAKE IT MORE
FUN."
Why did I let Mum dress me in such an eleborate dress. The petticoats
weren't exactly making it easy. I looked over my shoulder, I was starting
to lose Danny. But I couldn't run home, I would be putting my entire
family in danger. I turned right, heading towards the local police
station.
"I'M CATCHING YOU."
I looked again and he was. He was now running on all fours and gaining on
me. I leapt over a wall, landing perfectly on my feet and carried on
running. I heard a crash behind me as Danny leapt over the same wall but
landed in a heap. That put a bit of distance between us again. But I was
starting to lose my energy and Danny showed no signs of getting tired. I
jumped a few more walls, trying to make full use of my agility advantage
and I was almost there. There was just the main road going through the
centre of town to get across and the police station was over the
embankment on the other side. I ran across, fortunately there was no
traffic, I looked behind and Danny was almost on me. I did the only thing
I could think of and clambered up one of the old oak trees that lined the
road. I got as far to the top as I could.
"Oh, you don't want to conform to the stereotypes do you?" Danny called
up to me "The little kitty chased up a tree by the nasty dog. Do you
think I can't get to you up there?"
He started climbing but couldn't get a grip. The thicker branches that
could hold his weight were well out of his reach also. I was safe. For
now. He did a standing jump and still couldn't quite reach.
"I reckon a running jump should get me up there little kitty," he called
up to me as he walked to the other side of the road to get a run up. He
turned round, looking at me with such anger in his eyes. I was terrified.
I was scared stiff and couldn't move, couldn't breathe even.
He started to run, across one lane, across the central reservation, he
was just about to jump...
The horn from the passing tanker truck was deafening as it hit Danny
while he was in mid-air. It skidded and swerved down the road as Danny
was dragged under the wheels, forcing the tanker to tip over on it's
side, carrying on skidding as sparks flew and tanker split, spraying some
kind of gas into the atmosphere before it came to a stop. I watched,
still unable to move as the cab caught fire and more gas continued to be
released from the tanker.
I watched as Danny started to climb out from the wreckage, covered in
blood and looking extremely weak. And then...
I watched as it all exploded.
"Sir. Our tanker has been in an accident."
"Please don't tell me the one containing our aerosol compound?"
"Yes sir."
"Shit. Is there anything on site to prove it was ours?"
"No sir. Like you specified, we used an unmarked truck. On top of that,
the truck exploded, destroying any trace of the compound, however, we
don't know how much was released into the atmosphere, but any
investigators will just assume that it was carrying compressed air."
"So in one day, subject 2 escapes from our facility in a bloody rampage
and our experimental substance that we have no idea how it could effect
humnas has been released into the local atmosphere?"
"Yes sir."
"I think we need to disappear."
"Agreed sir."
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