Trixie's Gift

As you head down the hall of the upper West wing of the house, your comfy bed foremost on your mind, you see Beatrix lounging out near her door, the one just down from yours. She was in the shape of a great jelly bean with two humanoid arms sticking out the top so she could tap away at her phone. Seeing you approach she POPS into a generally human shape and hurries down the hall in a sort of walking-skating motion. Her form was close to the shape you knew from growing up with her except her clothes and short pixie cut hair were actually a part of the whole. She presses her phone into her butt where a pocket might be and it just hangs there suspended inside of her. So weird! You weren’t sure you could ever get used to this.

“Daddy sounded like a grumpy pants.” She says.

“Yeah.” You reply impatiently. “Shouldn’t you be heading to school or something?”

“You didn’t come home last night.”

“Very observant.” You snip. Did everybody know your business? “I’m going to bed.”

She titters, waggles her brows, and makes an adorable smoochy face. “Were you with a girrrrrl?”

You look down at your dirty pajamas and scuffed and bruised bare feet then look back at her incredulously. “Yeah. I always go out on dates like this.” You say with dripping sarcasm.

“I never said date.” Her titters only intensify, jiggling her whole body. “Was it a boy?”

“What?”

“It was Luci, admit it. You and Luci snuck out didn’t you? You bad boys.” She hops once, sending a ripple up from her feet that terminates at the crown of her purple head. “Ohhh. He’s gonna get in so much trouble. He he he he! Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” She lowers her voice to a whisper and leans in. “Hey, can I watch next time? I promise to be real quiet.”

“Trixie! Lucian!? What in the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing!” She peeps in a chipper tone. “Hey, want your gift now?”

She looks up at you expectantly with her big bright red eyes. Couldn’t she see how wrung out you were?

You rub your tired eyes. “Trixie, I’m exhausted, I’m filthy, and…” As you go to blow her off again you pause. Remembering how she had tried to cheer you up as Kirby, remembering her being there last night to check on you, and most of all remembering the kindness she showed toward your twin, you stop, turn, and wrap your arms around your purple jelly little sister. Her flesh wasn’t sticky or tacky or wet. It really did feel like a much firmer form of jello, though with a pleasant warmth of its own. You give her cheek a great big kiss. “You…are a good person Trix. Don’t ever change.”

She absolutely beams. “Aww, thank you Jake. I think you’re pretty cool too.”

“You know what? Yeah, I would love to see my present.”

“Really?”

“Mm hm.” You nod.

“Great!” She takes your arm and tugs on it for you to follow her. “This will be the best gift you ever got, I promise. It’s super special.”

You cannot help but smile. Trixie certainly looked peculiar but outside of her unusual physical form nothing else had changed. All her life she looked up to you, maybe even idolized you a little. Bron, being so much older, was almost more of an uncle to your bubbly little sister. And it didn’t help that he was an asshole. But you, you were her big brother. The guy who looked out for her, the guy she could tell her problems to, the guy who would go “talk” to boys being mean to her. Somehow that felt even more precious now. She was like a member of some superhero squad and you were just a regular human yet in her eyes you were something so much more.

You follow along as she leads the way. “I can’t believe Ves showed up last night. That was so cool. The twins finally seeing each other. Isn’t she amazing?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“And what did you think of the rest of us? Pretty surprising huh? Who was your favorite reveal?”

You roll your eyes, you’d been scared out of your wits yet Trixie seemed to think the whole thing was fun for you. “You Trix, had to be you.”

“Awwww!” You notice the jelly at her cheeks deepen in color.

“Are you blushing?”

She giggles. “No!” She clearly was.

Opening her door she swings it wide and your eyes are assaulted by the bright neon and pastel rainbow of colors and patterns of her cheery decor. The walls are plastered with posters of K-pop idols and a host of characters from the many boys love manga she read. Letting go of your hand she runs and launches herself across her bed, she bounces, then balls up and rolls up on the other side. “Come in! Come in!” She waves you in excitedly.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You enter and swing the door closed behind you then take a seat at the foot of her bed. Running your hands over the pristine bedding you wonder aloud. “Don’t you sleep?”

“Nah.” She says as she opens a drawer in her vanity. “Slimes don’t sleep, don’t breath, and all we eat is like nectar and honey and sugar water and stuff.”

“Explains your sweet tooth.”

“Yep.” She pulls an immaculately wrapped little box, the wrapping purple with a bright red bow. Colors that matched her own. Just the way she held it you could tell it was something of great value in her eyes. She couldn’t contain her effusive smile as she carries it to you as if it were the crown of the Queen of England. She gently places it in your hands. Sucking on her bottom lip as she often did when she got nervous or excited she twirls her hands together anxiously.

“This must really be something special.”

“It is.” She nudges you. “Open it.” She crawls up beside you and kneels beside you. It reminded you of how she, Lucian, and you used to sit around your mother during bedtime stories. “Open it.”

You look at her. Never had you seen your sister so worked up. Whatever was in this box was something precious to her.

“You know…I really am tired. Maybe I can open this after a nap or…”

“JAKE!”

You laugh. “Okay, okay.” With great care you pull the fine silken bow loose and let it drape down over your legs. Then you tear through the purple paper to reveal a roughly carved wooden box. The craftsmanship was…not great. You look at Trixie with a kindly smile. “Did you make this?”

She nods. “Uh huh. Back in Grade 10 woodworking class.”

“That long ago!?” You say. “And you kept it all this time for me? Oh Trix, I love it.”

She shakes her head impatiently. “No, inside silly. That’s just the box.”

“Oh.” You look back down at it. Opening the ill fitting front latch you open the lid. Your sister was literally vibrating with excitement beside you. There inside, nestled in a cushioned bed of glossy pink fabric, is an oblong magenta egg looking thing. A bit bigger than a softball the item glimmered in the light pouring in from the window. Reaching in you take it and pick it up.

“Mmmph.” Your sister lets out a little mewl just as you touch it.

“Uh, wow. It’s…uh…it’s beautiful.” You say as you gently squeeze it. It was soft and squooshy like a silicone tit. “What is it?”

Sidling up closer she gloops against your side, her chin resting on your shoulder to look down at it too. “It’s me.”

“What?”

“It’s a piece of me.” She says in a soft voice. “I had grandma help me with it. It took lots of magic to make it like that and it hurt so much but we did it. She said I should wait and give it to someone really special. My future husband she said.” Her jelly arms ooze around you for a big hug. “But I wanted to give it to you for your big birthday.”

“A piece of you? Are you serious?” You didn’t even know how to react to that. “And it hurt you? No. You shouldn’t have done this. Trixie, this is too much.”

“Well it’s too late now. You’re the first human to touch it, it’s bonded to you now.”

“Too late? Bonded?”

“Only you can shape it and stuff. To anyone else it’s just a bit of squishy goo.”

“Shape it?”

“Uh huh!” She nods rapidly. “It has a bit of…errr…smarts to it. It can’t think or nothin but if you give it a hint it can figure out what you’re doin.” She pauses. “Does that make any sense?”

“No.” You reply as you tilt it left and right to study it from each side. It did look like Beatrix’s body, though a bit firmer and the color was a little off. Like her purple and red had blended into this new color. “Smarts?”

“Yeah.” She says. “You can work it like clay. If it can understand the shape you are molding it will pop into form.”

“Pop into form? Like if I were to make a hammer…” You start working with the substance and, just as she said, it becomes malleable and shapes to your touch. After a bit of work you form into a rough hammer shape and…pop! Suddenly there is a transparent magenta hammer in your hand. The texture and hardness stiffer than before though not quite to the level of the wood and steel of a real hammer. “Wow! This is unbelievable!”

“Anything you can imagine you can make. I am very adaptable. A bowl, a shoe, a ball.” She wiggles. “Even a pocket pussy!” She giggles. “Or a peepee.” She squiggles. “Or a boobie.” She jiggles. “Or a butt hole.” She wriggles. “The best part is that I’ll feel everything.”

“What!?”

“It’s still a part of me. If you make an eye I’ll see through it. A mouth and I’ll taste through it. A hand and I can feel around and do stuff with it. Whatever.” She then adds more seriously. “Just don’t be too rough. We slimes aren’t as tough as we seem. We’re actually quite delicate.”

You look at it dumbfounded before throwing your head back in a great laugh. “A pocket pussy! Oh my God, you are the worst! Ha ha ha!” Trixie’s humor had always verged on inappropriate, but she was taking it to a new level. “I take it back, you’re not a good person! You’re nasty! I’m your brother!”

“HA HA HA HA!” She laughs with you and hugs you tighter. “Why not? Come on! I’m not human. Grandma said I can’t get preggers or catch human diseases or anything like that. Mouth, boner, titty, have fun with it bro. I know I will!”

“You’re serious!? You are so bad!” You spin around and **** your sister with a merciless attack of tickling.

“EEEE! HA HA HA HA!” She squeals and laughs uproariously as she wiggles and wobbles all over the bed before being **** to slide off the side. You hear her land with a splat. Her new gooey form didn’t save her from being ticklish you were happy to see.

She peeks back up over the side. “What do you think?”

“It’s too much. It’s really too much. Trixie…”

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? Trixie, I don’t even know what to say. An actual piece of yourself. Nobody’s ever given me anything like this. It’s too much. This is… It’s… I can’t…” You are overwhelmed by it. “It’s…”

“It’s yours.” She slides back onto the bed. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have it. I trust you with it Jake.”

“Come here you.” She crawls up onto your lap and you give her the biggest hug. “I love it. I love you so I love it. I will treasure it forever.”

“I love you too Jake.” She nuzzles close and you feel her lovely warmth glow warmer. “Happy Birthday.”