After a long vacation, it was time to get back to work.
My body mass, entirely composed of polymimetic molecules, was spread across the apartment. I slowly began to pull all my little drops back together.
Last night was a long night. Before my return to work, I made sure to get all the me time I could, and this was my last chance for a little while.
I spent hours in intense ecstasy, reshaping my body in every hot female figure I could imagine dressed in every style I could think of. A pale-skinned red-hair woman with freckles on her face dressed in a long red gown, a short lady with long straight hair and slanted eyes wearing the shortest plaid skirt, a tall girl with dark skin with short blonde hair in the thightest latex catsuit…
Every transformation sent ripples of pleasure across myself, as I felt my liquid shift in and out. The feeling became so intense, I reshaped my body faster and faster until I was just a large blob of liquid metal with lumps rising and collapsing.
This went on and on until a sudden sensual rush waved throughout me. I climaxed. The orgasm made my entire substance clumped and exploded, spinning tiny bits of me everywhere.
This leads us to this morning, when tiny droplets of what looked like mercury or molten metal poked out of cracks and gaps between objects in my room rolled down the walls and across the floor to fuse themselves.
As a pool of my liquid formed, while the rest of my droplets merged into it, a blob took shape and rose out the middle, pulling up a column underneath. As its form became more precise, you could see my head and my chest, before my arms split out and my legs divided.
My figure solidified into a tall bald female form, all silver and shiny, like a metal sculpture. I walked up to my phone, while remaining bits of liquid on the floor caught up to my feet.
There were 17 messages waiting for a reply. Three of them are for little jobs to be done today. One of them is for the evening, as a nightclub dancer, the two others were for different jobs, but at the same time: motor show model and steampunk model…
I keep multiple names. People made of flesh and blood generally don’t know I am made of liquid metal. The messages I got for today are each addressed to a different person… But all those people are actually me.
While I gave my body a more human look by giving a beige colour to its skin, long brown hair, a black tank top, and metallic shorts, I wondered which day job I should take today…
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