Ella the Science Student changes

Somewhere behind Ella, glowing within the darkness of her room, the alarm clock's glowing red numbers changed to 4:06am. Ella did not notice. Not because she was asleep, as most people were at 4am in the Enfont Estate, but because she was bent over a notebook, pen scratching wearily across it's surface with only a dim desk lamp to illuminate the work. Although 4:06 were numbers, they were not the numbers which interested Ella. The ones which interested in her were the confusing mass of numbers on the page.

"X cubed over the hypotenuse of the square, multiplied by tan 28 to the power of pi..." she muttered.

None of this will make sense to you or I. With great ****, Ella slowly began to realise that they were not making sense to her, either. Her mind was weary. Her eyes struggled to focus. This is why she never works late; why she has never been awake at 4am in the Enfont Estate before. Rubbing her forehead and sighing in frustration, she drops the pen onto the table. Only now does she turn around and notice the time. She sighs again.

"I'll try again tomorrow." she mutters to herself.

Ella turns off the light, casting the entire room into darkness. Seeing no need for her glasses any more, Ella removes them and places them on top of the notebook. She stands and stretches, feeling the tension in her back and arms. Time for bed.

She sits on the end of her bed and begins to remove the first of her socks, which is when she hears the noise. She frowns. It sounds like a very low propulsion engine of some sort, and it's coming from outside. Curious, Ella gets back to her feet and peers into the street beyond.

"Ah. Somebody on a skateboard." she remarks.

Without her glasses the figure is indistinct, but something about the human-shaped blur looks peculiar. After fumbling blindly for a few moments Ella locates her glasses on the desk, and slips them back on. She recognises the girl from their High School days. A skater girl, Rachel or Rose or some such. She's wearing jean shorts and a black t-shirt, but otherwise nothing looks out of place as she walks up the pathway and drops a newspaper at Ella's porch. A bit of an odd time to complete the task, but maybe the girl suffered from insomnia or something. Ella was a physicist, not a physician; she had no insight into abnormal sleeping behaviours. Either way, whatever peculiar abnormality she had seen before had stopped now.

Ella watched as the girl walked back towards her board. She looked nervously around the street, however, before stepping onto it. Ella gasped. The girl, to her eyes, was suddenly nude.

"Is this a wet dream?" Ella asked aloud. She pinched at her arm. "Ow!" she exclaimed. "A wet hallucination, then?"

She pressed her face against the window and watched the girl roll away. Every inch, every curve, every muscle movement; Ella did her best to remember it all through the haze of her fatigue. As the girl stopped at the next house and climbed off the board, Ella was surprised to see her clothes re-appear.

Ella unbuttoned her jeans, and slid a hand down the front of her panties. Her fingers slowly began to work their magic as she watched the girl repeat the strange pattern; naked ride, climb off clothed, deliver a paper, ride off naked once more. She watched until she disappeared from sight. Only then did Ella climb into bed, lower both jeans and panties, and bring herself to orgasm.

The alarm clock read 4:46 by the time she was finished. Ella lay in bed, her mind half dozing, as she tried to contemplate the physics of the situation. She had saw a pattern, that much was certain, but the actual mathematics behind it... it was implausible, but to a physicist anything could be explained with science. She drifted off into a deep, satisfied sleep, fingers and thighs still wet with her orgasm juice while her subconscious turned the problem over in her head.

Just what had happened to that skater girl? And more importantly...