Boredom's Run - TG

"Tyyyler."

The man at the keyboard flinched at hearing his name, pencil skittering across the page for a few centimeters before piercing the thin sheets. He smoothed it out with his fingers, cursing under his breath and glancing about.

"Tyyyyyler," the voice repeated, joied by light footsteps. They came from a different direction than the actual voice, followed soon after by two hands that grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tyyyyyyler," the voice repeated from across the hall. "I learned ventriloquism just to mess with youuuuuuuu!"

"…What do you want Alicia? I'm drawing."

"You know what I want," she whispered, brown hair slipping across his cheek. "This story's been written again, and again, and again. I'm going to ask what you're drawing – you're going to mutter something about a deviant art post. I'm going to tell you that you haven't drawn anything in months; and then I'm going to TG you, saying it's for 'inspiration,' but really because I think  it would be fun to see you in skirts."

She tightened her grip, pinching the skin until Tyler winced. "I'm bored with it."

"I'm not. Can we do that instead?" he demanded, pushing the paper away; it was little more than a sketch, anyway. "It's less painful."

She pinched it again, and then grabbed him, pushing him out of his chair. "Run," she ordered.

"What?"

She jabbed at his shoulders, leaving behind a jabbing tingle that spread down his arm, shrinking it down, narrowing it. "I'm tired," she complained, ignoring him as he rubbed at his shoulder; that hand was still his, but the other was as slender as his hairless arm.

"I'm bored," she continued, drawing her words out. "Trapped in Kevin's head, 'till he forgot that I was even there I bet; my _job_ is to change people; to bring out that other side of them. My entire being screams for it… and that girl in you? Doesn't want to come out like a little puppy lured out." She jabbed again, crushing Tyler's other shoulder inward with a single burning stab, the changes rippling across his arm and into his remaining hand.

"She's a fighter. And if I'm going to get her out? It's going to be on a term we can share. In a world we both love. So take a chance in hell of staying yourself – and run."

She smiled sweetly, her green eyes showing a slight  glint, posing her hand again as Tyler took a step back. The nail on her middle finger was longer than the others, filed to a sharp point. "Or you could stand still."

He moved quickly, though not quick enough. The sharp pain of her hands filled both of his thighs as he ran, the two shifting just a moment apart, nearly tripping him. Grabbing at a wall, he kept himself up, moving forward, her footsteps moving behind him. Another jab hit him in the bottom, pushing him forward enough to avoid one to the groin.

Pushing from the wall, Tyler headed towards the door, pulling it open as his bottom swelled. She took the moment to jab his hips, allowing them expand beyond the limits of his pants. He dropped them, kicking off his shoes. Too busy to concern himself with how much he stood out, Tyler stumbled down the porch steps, across the grass which stood wet between his toes, cold enough to bite as he ran across it. Alicia laughingly following, darting forward to stab him almost at will as his uncoordinated legs tripped over themselves. "Why are you even doing this?" he asked, spinning to face her; her hands caught her on the nipples, the pressure putting him off balance. She jabbed again, releasing it as the flesh began to work its way out from beneath his shirt, straining the cloth lightly.

"You're bored?" he asked, voice trembling. He bit his lip, took control. "You're changing me because you're bored?"

"No." Alicia jabbed at his groin, hitting him in the face when he ducked back from that; his cheekbones writhed, and twisted, her touch to his skull causing hair to grow from his head. She grabbed a strand of it, pulling her closer. "I'm not just doing this because I'm bored. I'm being overly dramatic because I'm bored, but  that's besides the point."

He pulled away, starting to turn. She gave him a jab along the spine, darting in front of him as he fell to the ground, breasts catching his weight in a burst of pain. His insides writhed as she touched his stomach, more lightly than before, and slipped her fingers downward. Her fingernail barely touched his sex, pulling backwards, but he felt it sliding up inside of him, burning a channel to his new organs.

"Why?" Tyler repeated.

She stroked his hair in response, rapping his head with her knuckles, and laughing. "Because I'm bored as hell," she admitted. "And because you needed motivation. And because this was fun for both of us; you need any more reasons than that? Or are you going to deny that this was good?"

A heartbeat past, and Tyler shook her head, lifting a finger to her lips. "No," she admitted. "Maybe we can do it again sometime…"

Alicia laughed. "That assumes I ever turn you back."