Cameron Chameleon Chapter Two: Do Blondes Really Have More Fun?

Cameron Chameleon Chapter Two: Do Blondes Really Have More Fun?

I managed to make it home from the school, stopping to change form in an ally behind a nearby petrol station. I didn’t move as fast as I normally would have, my mind was still reeling from the day’s events, so it was getting on to about five thirty by the time I got back to the house and the sun was beginning to set. I hurried inside and locked the door behind me; bitter experience had taught us all that is wasn’t safe in Scarlet Acres after dark.

I hurried up to my room and looked in the mirror; staring back at me was the same face I had always known. Not all that impressive or unusual. Average hight and build for someone my age, maybe a little on the skinny side, but besides that totally normal. I looked closer at my eyes and focused on them, thinking how they were just the ordinary shade of brown like ninety percent of people. As I focused they began to fade and all of a sudden I had bright, acid green eyes, what’s more my vision wasn’t impaired at all.

Maybe not so normal after all.

I practised well into the evening; I guess that now I accepted that I could do this it was much easier to let the changes wash over me. The excitement of watching my own body warp and shift, responding to my very will, was more then enough to keep my heart racing and make the changes easier.

Eventually I found myself getting tired; I mean that kind of tired to the bone feeling like I’d been sprinting flat out all day. I looked at the clock and saw that it was just after midnight. Without even getting changed I flopped back on the bed, my mind still racing with the possibilities that went along with what I had discovered. With so much going through my head I thought I would never get to sleep. But no sooner had I rolled over on to my side to try a get more comfortable I caught a glance of my alarm clock and saw that it was now in fact just after mid-day. Don’t you hate it when that happens? I had of corse set my alarm to wake me up for school, however I must have so exhausted that I had slept right through it to the point of it simply giving up and turning itself off.

Despite what I now knew about our vice principal I decided to forgo school that day, besides it was Wednesday now and most kids felt by this point that they deserved a half week break. As if my brain had been planning while I was asleep I stood up in the exact same spot I had been in the previous night and continued the changes. This time however I was being much more specific as to what I was doing. I realised that the devil was truly in the details. When I tried to change into someone I already knew it was like, it was them, but more like a photo then the actual person. I had to focus on getting these tiny little things just right. Things like eye colour or the lines on their face or even the shape and feel and texture of their hands.

After taking off my cloths I found that when I focused on a particular person, say Arnold Schwarzenegger, my entire body would now change, instead of just my face and size. It was like I was providing the template and something else was filling in the gaps, to a certain point. This gave me an idea, something I think all guys have wanted to try but few have ever really had the chance. It was probably the strangest feeling you could imagine time a thousand, feeling parts of you that you may be very fond of disappearing as your whole body contorts in a way that should have hurt like hell but you barley even feel. This time when I looked at my naked self in the mirror I couldn’t help by smile a little. This was cool, this was seriously unreal, and what more this, along with all the other shifts I had done today, made me incredibly horny.

I had to tell somebody, a secret like this was liable to burn me up unless I had someone to share it with. My parents were quite distant from me at the best of times and most of my friend were either sceptical or would freak out if they saw something like what I was now doing. But there was one person I could tell, someone who had shared a secret with me once. Someone who I now felt I could trust.

I changed back into my cloths and adopted what I now thought of as my ‘default’ form. I was a bit more relaxed then any of my other forms; like the difference between wearing a business suit and track pants. That was how I was coming to think of it, like I was trying on different suits.

I crept out the back door into our small overgrown yard, even though it was too small really to be called a yard. The stars were just starting to come out as I hoped over the waist high chain link fence that separated us from the other houses. The one next door looked identical to ours in every way, just like the one next to it and the one next to it. A single light was burning in the back window, the blinds were closed and I could hear music playing. I reached up and knocked on the window, the music stopped suddenly and I heard a chair shifting across the carpet. Moments later the blinds flew up, assaulting my eyes with light and the form of a young girl silhouetted against it. When she saw it was me she disappeared and after a minute or so unlocked the back door.

“Hey Kas,” I said as I look into the dark house to make sure she was alone. “How was your day?”

Karen, or Kas as she was known to her friends, was probably my closest friend in the whole damned world. We had met on my first day on Scarlet Acres and I had liked her instantly. She was looked at as being a bit of an emo, but that was just because she had short cropped black hair and a slim petite figure. She had a real ‘screw you’ attitude towards most people but if you could win her over you’d find that she was actually very sweet, caring and open-minded. As a guy I had noticed her body and would be lying if I said I didn’t find her attractive. However this wouldn’t have mattered in the slightest because you see Kas was a lesbian. She had confided this in me about a few months after we me and I had even been there when she came out to her parents about nine months ago, they however were not as open-minded as she was and were only now beginning to talk to her again. She got heaps from people at school for her being gay but it didn’t bother her. As she had said to me once ‘I find the idea of kissing a guy about as appealing as you do’.

“Jesus Christ Cameron,” she said, pushing me in the shoulder “Where the hell have you been? We were about to start checking dumpsters.”

“Yeah well, some stuff come up,” I said, finding it a little hard to come up with the right words. “Can we talk about this inside?”

For a fleeting moment I saw the inner Kas peek out; that caring sensitive part of her that most never ever knew existed. She stepped to the side and allowed me in to the house, giving my shoulder a little pat as I walked past her. We walked down to hallway to the lounge room; it wasn’t much, just a TV, couch, a few pictures that had her family doing those fake smiles you’re supposed to do for portraits. We sat down on the lounge and I found myself totally at a loss as to what to say. I tried, had about seven false starts, and then decided that there was really only one way to go about this.

“Cameron, seriously,” said Kas, leaning in towards me “What’s the matter? Whatever it is I can help.” I noticed the looking at the crook of my elbow and realised that she was searching for needle marks. I almost laughed at this, and then I remembered why I was here.

“Its just, look,” I stood up and turned to face her. “There’s something I can do, I have to show you, but you have to promise me you won’t freak out.”

“Okay,” she replied, sounding more like a question then a statement.

I thought for a moment, trying to come up with a way to do this that wouldn’t scare her too much, despite what she’d said I knew that this was still going to be pushing the limits of weird.

“Who would you say is the sexiest woman in the world?” I asked. I saw Kas relax a little, probably thinking that I had been with a girl for the last few days, well she would have been half right.

“Mrs Steven’s,” she answered after a moment. “Why?”

I closed my eyes and pictured the form of our English teacher in my minds eye. Saw every one of her curves that I had spent so many classes studying and all at once felt my body begin to undergo the changes. I grew probably another four or five inches, felt my hips push out and my normally broad shoulders droop and curve slightly. I opened my eyes and saw Kas was completely still and silent, watching as my hair grew out like a time-laps video of grass growing. My chest got heavier like I was about to cough and all of a sudden my shirt was way to tight for me as the breasts envied by all who saw them blossomed forth. My face itched as my normally squared jaw rounded out and my hair cascaded down over my shoulders turning bright blond as it did so. I felt rather then saw my dick slither back up into my body like a piece of string up a vacuum and my balls migrate up wards and sink back in forming the lips of my new women-hood.

The changes took less time then when I had changed in Mr Tomes, even thought these were far more extreme, I figured my body was getting used to it some how. I looked down at Kas and saw her staring back at me in a mixture of fear, excitement and something else that I had seen before but couldn’t quite put my finger on.