8/3 Instance: It's a Boy!

[Starfish]

Timeline Current.


Cessily: The gym hall was empty, except for the two obvious mutants sitting across from each other on the training mat in the middle of the room. For all the things they had in common, they couldn't have made for a more unlikely couple, the boy made of solid rock dwarfing the girl made of liquid metal.

Cessily: "You have to experience your body, Santo," Cessily said in a calm voice, keeping her eyes closed as she spoke. "Feel every part of it, from your fingers to your toes." Without leaving her cross-legged pose, the young redhead first wiggled her silver fingers, followed by her equally shiny toes.

Santo: Santo slowly breathed in deeply, and exhaled. "Starting to feel like I'm just experiencing failure. Maybe I can't change shape like I was hoping." he grumbled.

Santo: He opened his eyes to look at his teacher. He was pretty sure if he still had all his parts, he would have gotten an embarrassingly something between them seeing that they were both without any clothing. He looked like a very well carved statue, and she like a Jeff Koons sculpture.

Cessily: "Don't give up so soon," Cessily assured her student, her silver lips curling to form a shiny smile. "It took me years of constant practise to achieve that much control over my body, and I still can't change my hair colour."

Cessily: "Besides, the composition of my body makes it naturally malleable, so don't get frustrated because you can't do the same with hard rock right away." She opened her eyes halfway to return Santo's look. "Just be glad you don't have to struggle getting into a human looking shape each morning like I did."

Santo: "Ouch, yeah, guess I got lucky on that part." He took another deep breath, closed his eyes and slowly exhaled, moving his finger tips where he sat, and concentrating on his digits, then hands, arms, shoulders, head, going all the way down to his toes, moving them in the end.

Santo: THey were quiet for a long while. Santo kept imagining one thing over and over again, picturing the shape to grow on his body as he was taught. He didn't even notice the slight grinding sound of rock sliding against rock.

Cessily: "You're not eating again, are you?" Cessily asked when she heard the muffled grinding and churning coming from the big hunk of rock in front of her. "You know I don't mind when you sneak in snacks, but I don't think that's going to help your concentration any..."

Santo: Santo opened his eyes and frowned, "I'm not eating anything." he said, "All my snacks is with our clothes." he thumbed over his shoulder towards the folded clothing a few paces away. It was then he saw his teacher stare at him. "What? What's wrong?" he asked.

Cessily: "Santo, your face!" Cessily cried out, her surprised expression wiped away by an exhilarated grin. "You did it!" Unable to contain her excitement, she clapped her hands, her disciplined posture falling victim to cheerful bouncing.

Santo: "Really?" His right hand shot up and touched his face, feeling the harder edged and sharper sides. "Huh... that's kind of cool... uhh, Miss, do you mind turning mirror so I can see?" he asked Cessily.

Cessily: "Oh, yes, of course." Cessily stretched her body to bring herself up to Santo's eye level and shaped a flat, oval surface on her chest. "Here, take a look at yourself!"

Santo: "No way... this is frikken awesome." he turned his head side to side, rubbing over his jaw, the tusk like stone shards going up, then stroked the crown like rock hair he formed. "I seriously need to do this to the rest of my body. I finally look how I am. Badass."

Cessily: "That's wonderful! I knew you could do it!" Cessily beamed, reaching out with one hand to poke at the spiky ridges that protruded from Santo's head. "See? That's what I was talking about - you can't just force the change, you have to feel it first, and it will come to you naturally."

Santo: "Okay okay, lemme try doing the rest of my body like this." he said, sitting back into his meditation position. Or as close to what he could muster with his rocky body. Closing his eyes he kept imagining his body, starting from his fingers, back up the arms and down to his toes, every bit he imagined the new, sharper shape he wanted.

Cessily: "Remember what I said - don't try to force it," Cessily said in a quite, encouraging tone. "Whether it's trying to loose weight, or bulking up your muscles, or deciding on getting that new tattoo - any change to our bodies has to begin in our minds."

Santo: "Kind of hard not to force it now that I know I can do it." he mentioned and tried to relax. He stretched his neck and shook his hands, before putting them back on his knees, and tried to change again. After a while nothing happened. Nothing. "Maybe I can't relax enough." he said.

Cessily: "Perhaps you want too much too fast," Cessily suggested. "Don't pressure yourself, and keep in mind that we have all the time in the world. It's no shame if you don't figure it out all at once." She gave the big guy an encouraging smile. "Rocks don't get shaped in days, they take millennia."

Cessily: Without getting up from her spot on the floor, the young mutant stretched her upper body to circle around Santo's massive, boulder-like form, herself resembling a silver gorgon as she rested her hands on his wide shoulders. "I could try one of my relaxing massage techniques, but I'm not sure if you'd even feel my touch."

Santo: Eyes still shut, his body jerked a little when he felt her. "Actually I can feel... it's weird, but I can feel light touches, but things that is harder against me, those dull down. I mean, I can feel your fingers on me, but if you smack a sledgehammer on me, it won't hurt that much... does that make sense?" he asked, then finally opened his eyes, turning his head slightly to look at his teacher.

Cessily: "Yes, absolutely," Cessily replied. "It does to me, anyway. Pain feels differently to me, too." At first she used her fingers to apply gentle pressure to choice points on Santo's back, but soon liquefied her hands to spread out her relaxing caresses. "Most things do actually."

Santo: Santo tensed up. "Okay... that feels weird." he said, then closed his eyes once more. "And... it sort of feels nice." he added. "Never actually had a massage before. Wow that feels really nice." He sighed and was able to relax slowly while he concentrated and imagined the rest of his body to fit with his head.

Cessily: Cessily chuckled, while the liquid silver of her hands crept deeper into the cracks in Santo's broad back. "When you live among so many unusual and different people, you can't help but learn to adapt to their unique needs," she said, gently increasing the pressure. "Besides, you could say I'm predestined for that."

Santo: The large rocky guy moaned a little with pleasure, shifting slowly and not noticing more crunching and grinding as his body slowly started shifting to what he was thinking. Sure enough, he ended up what he was imagining, however his body started reacting more naturally towards the pleasurable massaging, and a couple extra changes were added along with his change.

Cessily: "Hey, look at that!" Cessily cheered when the living rock began to shift and change underneath her touch, rearranging itself in new shapes, sharper and more rugged than before. That's how the birth of a mountain range must have looked like when viewed in time lapse. "All it took was a little touch in the right spot."

Santo: "Mmm, that felt really good..." he stopped as his eyes went open and realized something. He was feeling a sort of knot and warm feeling in his stomach, the sort of feeling he hadn't felt since before his body had fully changed. The big naked sculpture's eyes peered down and stared at something that was staring back up at him. It was like a weird highschool nightmare where you were naked in school and couldn't get out of the test you were writing. Strangely enough, all he could think of was "My penis and balls are back."

Cessily: "Your..." One moment Cessily looked perplexed, the next she reminded herself that a teacher wasn't supposed to stare at a student's blank parts, no matter what they're made of. "How did you... " She let her joy take over her thoughts instead and beamed a bright grin. "Doesn't even matter - that's great! I'm so happy for you!"

Santo: His arms shot up in a victorious fashion, "WOOO HOOO!" he yelled, followed by getting up excitedly, pulling the silver teacher along who was still attached to him, grabbing her tightly and hugging her in a vice-like grip, half bouncing like a excited cheerleader who just heard the quarterback likes her. "I got my bleeping things back!"

Cessily: Cessily laughed when her feet left the ground, her arms squashed against her sides, flopping from side to side like metal noodles. "Yes, isn't that amazing!?" She looked up at Santo's face while trapped against his body. "And I can feel it."

Santo: He paused at her last words, "Huh? Oh my gosh!" he let go of her, her body slipping from his, and he sure could feel her against it as well. He took a step back, standing with half spread legs, arms still half open as well, in a Look At This gesture to his privates. His head tilted between his new prized possession and the naked silver teacher that he was poking with it. "I'm sorry.... but this is too frikken amazing to care. Look at this! Isn't this the most amazing thing you'll ever see on a guy?!"

Cessily: Cessily bit her lip, her gaze glued to Santo's lower terrain features. "Uhm, yes, totally! It's... sweet!" She felt awkward enough to snicker and play with her hair. "Definitely unique. And I've seen a lot." The lip-chewing intensified. "I mean, it could still use a little work..."

Santo: His insanely huge grin was frozen on his face as he paused. "Work?" he asked, then looked down at himself for a moment. "Oh... yeah, sure it's a bit on the.. um... less than average size... well.. very less than average... okay fine, it looks like something from before puberty... guess my body doesn't know what's it supposed to look like..." he mumbled.

Cessily: "Oh no, the size is perfect as it is!" Cessily assured him and held up her hands. "I mean, it never hurts if it's a little bigger..." She curled a strand of red metallic hair around her finger. "I was actually talking about it's... shape? I know a lot of girls like gems, but I don't think of many who would like to be cut in half by them."

Santo: He froze for a while staring at her, then at his sharp gem. "Well... they'll have to be very tiny sized girls to be cut in half by this... midget I'd say... oh... sharp you mean... yeah... that's proabbly a problem I guess."

Cessily: "But that's okay, it's still great for your first try." She grinned and gave him both thumbs up. "We can always give it some touch ups. I mean, you can."

Santo: "Yeah, guess I should. Oh crudsticks, that'll mean I'll have to think really hard about guy peen and things. Shoot, I'm not that big an expert on how mine should look like." From the time he had first gotten his privates up to that point, his actual hard pointed 'shard' had shifted to point downwards, as close to flaccid as his body could manage on its own.

Santo: "Uhm... should I surf porn or something? Oh geeze, Miss, I think I'll need help on this." he said rubbing his crown hair while staring at his gem. "I mean, what if I make it worse and end up with something that might actually kill a girl?"

Cessily: Cessily frowned and ran a hand through her hair, head titled sideways. "Yes, I don't think I can let you loose on anyone yet," she said, making a thoughtful face. "I know, maybe Doctor McCoy could help."

Santo: "Yeah... yeah, he's gay right? He probably saaw a lot of guy hardons, right? And he probably knows how a peen should feel for a girl... should he?"

Cessily: "What? No! I mean, I have no idea. And even it were so, that's really none of my business." The silver redhead fidgeted with her shiny fingers. "What I'm trying to say is, you might feel more comfortable if he helped you with this, the doctor being another guy and all."

Santo: "Ohh, right, would have thought it's because he's a doctor, but yeah, I guess asking another guy to stare at my junk while is try to get it looking right is absolutely okay. Are you sure he's not gay?"

Santo: "Thought I read a story on some site someone linked me about him and some other mutant scientist superhero... could have been fanfic... hey, do you think I'll get fanfiction of my own when I become a famous superhero?"

Cessily: "Oh, you must be talking about Broo," Cessily replied. "I don't know what you've read about him, but he's really working with McCoy on a couple of things." She sucked on a shiny lip. "I'm not sure if he's the right one to ask here, and I don't just say that because he's still a student here and that might be not be the most suitable assignment."

Santo: "Well I don't know, would be one heck of a goal for an A+ student. He's the little insect monster kid, right? Yeah, he looks like a real nerdy one, bet he'd design the crap out of the perfect genitals."

Cessily: "Yes, but they would most likely shoot lasers, which brings us back to our original problem - how to prevent any freak accidents that might leave your future partner burnt to cinders." Cessily inhaled deeply, then let out a sigh. "I want to help you, but I'm really not sure if that's such a good idea."

Santo: "Why not? Not like we're doing anything illegal... well we're naked in public, guess that's illegal, but we booked the place for a couple hours. Or did you mean the teacher student thing? Because I'm pretty sure that only counts if the student is underage, which I'm not. If it helps any, I'm just needing your help as one shape-shifter to another."

Cessily: Another sigh came across Cessily's lips, before they formed a smile. "Alright, I'll see what I can do, okay?" she gave in. "Of course, I'll have to check back with my boss first, and get Colonel Danver's approval."

Santo: "...yeah, good thing I'm not the shy sort." he said, giving a pose. "I'm just happy I'm a real boy."

Cessily: "You definitely are," she agreed, flashing a grin. "And I'm sure we'll still make a man out of you in due time."