Trixie's Tricks

“Well, what do you think?” I motion toward the carefully placed greenery.

Trixie barely even looks at the arrangement, her candy apple red eyes remained glued on me. “It’s great. Everything you do is great Jake. You sure look nice today.”

“Would you stop.” I smooch her forehead. “Ya little goof.”

“He he he. Yeah, I’m a goof.” She titters with a tinge of nerves showing through. I could tell she wanted to say more so I wait, eventually she blurts. “Hey Jake.”

“What’s up?”

“Um…the dance is coming up…and…umm…” She smushes her hands together and wrings them around as she sucks on her bottom lip nervously. “Ha! Uhhh…he he he.”

I cock a curious brow. “Ohhh, did you finally find yourself a date? Did someone ask you? Someone asked you didn’t they!? Ha ha! Right on!” I grin. “It wasn’t Keshawn I hope, that guy sounds like a player.”

“Ha ha ha ha!” She laughs too loud. “No! Nope, nopers, nope-nope-nope. Ummm.” There is a long strangely awkward pause.

“Trix?”

“Uh, could you teach me how to dance?”

I chuckle. “You dance better than I do.”

“Oh yeah, never mind.” She shifts from foot to foot then changes the topic entirely, she was acting so weird. “Hey, sorry to hear Luci is busy tonight.”

“It’s okay.” I say. “Like I said, I need a break.”

“I bet! Ha ha ha! All that sex. Mmm, uh.” She is stumbling over her words, I’d never seen her like this before. “It might get lonely up here. Remember how we used to do sleep overs? I could…stay with you…if you want.”

I glance toward the form of my twin across the room. I yearned for some time alone with her even in this state. “I’ll be okay Trix, but thank you.”

“Yeah, of course. Oh, uh, hey…if you ever want…” She steps back and spreads her arms to her sides. POP! Before my eyes she changes her shape into a nearly perfect purple jelly version of a naked Lucian. “…I could stand in for him. See.” She stammers. “If…if you want to b-breed me…I don’t m-mind. Is that what you two call sex? Breeding? That’s hot.” Her small penis pops to full hardness. “Breed me Jacob.” She says in a voice similar to Luci’s. “I can be your boy, just for tonight.”

“Oh geez!” I wave my hands. “Stop that! You’re creeping me out.”

“He he he.” She laughs nervously. “Sorry.” Instead of changing back to her own adorable self however she takes on the long lean shape of my big sister Devany. Again she is naked and again the detail is incredible, right down to the little bumps on the nipples, just all in a nearly transparent purple. Attempting to move with the grace of our vampiric sibling, and failing utterly, she croons in a poor impression of Dev’s smooth sultry voice. “Do you want a woman again?” She changes her form to Grace, my best friend. The resemblance this time is less precise, she was clearly using her imagination to fill in the gaps. “Any woman.”

“Trixie.” I put my hands on my hips and give her a hard stare. “Please stop this silliness.”

Frustration flashes across her face, she then shifts into a much smaller version of my twin. The sudden sight of Vespera, even a tiny purple version, elicits a gasp from me. Two long purple tentacles reach out for me as she sways her sinuous body sensually. “I could be anybody or anything you want Jake. You can pretend it’s not me. We can have fun too. Just tell me what you want.” Trixie’s voice coming from my twin’s form triggers something in me.

I slap the nearest tentacle away. “Stop it!” I snap angrily. “You know how I feel about her. Don’t take that shape ever again!”

“Owwie!” She quickly recoils back and into her normal appearance, soft and round and vaguely pear shaped, rubbing her sore hand. “Sorry!” She peeps. “I was…I just wanted you to…know.”

“I know, I know! Sorry Trix.” I sigh. “Trixie, you know I love you but…” I am about to explain to her again how I just wasn’t ready to be with her in that way when she interrupts me

“OH!” She exclaims excitedly, breaking the serious mood I was trying for while also pretending like nothing ever happened. “I wanted to show you something! Ha ha! Big news!”

“Big news?”

She rushes over to where she’d dumped her bag and rummages around in it until she produces a bundle of papers stapled together and comes back to me. It was a history exam and emblazoned on the top in red was a big ‘A-’.

"Did I do good?" She grins up at me. I snatch the papers from her hands, she tries to hold them tight but I was stronger.

“A minus?” I say. “That’s fantastic Trixie! Wow.” For Trix an A wasn’t just great, it was miraculous! “Trix! I’m so proud of you.”

She grins from ear to ear and the purple of her cheeks darken in a blush. She takes my hug with pure joy beaming out of her. “I worked really hard. I went to all my classes just like you said I should. I studied so hard.”

“Aww, I knew you could.” I hold her warm body tight. “I am so damn proud of you Sis.”

As our hug parts she goes to take the papers back but I turn to block her with my shoulder, I just had to see this. “Jake, gimme the…” Her happy voice quickly turns nervous as her arms stretch to try and reach around me, but I keep moving it to avoid her grasp. “Jake, can I have it back? Jake, don’t!”

As I flip through the pages the terrible truth reveals itself. Various red X’s mark every page along with teacher’s comments like “Did you even read the assigned chapter?” The teacher’s writing was much different than that of the mark on the front. The writing that did match that false mark was in the text answering the questions, Trixie’s writing. The answers were…not good. On the final page is the real mark, 34/100.

“34? 34%!” I say. “Oh Trix. Trix, what are you doing?”

Her arms pull back. When I turn around she is staring down at my feet, her face a mask of guilt and her bottom lip stuck out in a big pout. “You weren’t supposed to read it.” She says at a tiny whisper.

“Trixie, why?”

Her head bows lower. “I…um…I just wanted…to show you I was smart too. Like Luci.”

“Trix…you lied to me.” I say. “I can’t believe you tried to do this to me. To Mom or Dad I could understand but…me?”

Glumly she reaches out and takes the papers back. She stares down at her shame unsure of what to say, eventually she finds her words. “I really did work hard Jake, I really did, but…I’m not good at this stuff. Studying is so hard. I don’t think Slimes are meant for school. I think I’m just stupid or something.”

“You are not stupid. But you shouldn’t have lied to me Trix.” I shake my head. “Not you Trix. We don’t lie to each other, you and me. That hurt.” I could see she felt wretched about it but I was pissed, I couldn’t believe she’d done this. Stepping forward I gently place my hands on her slumping shoulders. “And this mark, how are you ever going to graduate with marks like this? You’ll be 20 next year and still in high school.” I then let honest words slip out without really meaning to. “I’m not going to lie Trix, I’m a little disappointed in you.”

If I smacked her across the face as hard as I could I would have hurt her less. She shrinks six inches, her pouting lip starts to tremble and tears well up in her bright red eyes. In the saddest voice I’d ever heard she burbles. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh Trix. It’s okay. You’ll do better next time.”

“I don’t know I can Jake.” She whimpers. “I’m not smart…or sexy…or strong...or mysterious...or anything. I’m just a slime. I'm supposed to be in a puddle in a cave somewhere.”

“I know you can.” I say in a soft voice. “Hey. I didn’t mean…” I go to take her into a hug but she slips away from me.

“I’m sorry.” She says again as she backs away from me and waves me off. “I’m sorry I disappointed you Jake.” Tears flow freely now. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, whoa there. Trix, come here.” I say with my arms outstretched. If there was one thing I could count on in this world it was that my little sister couldn’t stay mad at me, I knew my exuberant little sister would snap out of this soon. “Come on you, get over here.”

Angry not at me but at herself she shakes her head and keeps moving back to her bag. Her legs lose their shape as she shifts to gliding along the floor like a slug with human upper body. “I-I need to go study. For next time. I’m sorry.”

“Trix…Trix, come on.” I plead. “Come back here. Let’s talk about this.”

She takes up her bag and roughly jams the history exam back into it as she hisses venomously at herself. “I’m such a stupid idiot.”

“Stop that!” I walk up to her and attempt to embrace her again but her body shapes and shifts making it impossible. A slime that didn’t want to be hugged simply couldn’t be.

“Thank you for using my toy as an eye and sometimes an ear. Thank you for letting me watch. Thank you for humoring me Jake.” She says. “But you don’t have to use it anymore. Just…just stick it in a drawer or…throw it out.”

“Trixie!”

Without another word she glides back down the stairs. I follow of course but I can’t catch up with her until she is already in her room with door locked behind her. She is crying and it tears my heart out to hear it. I knock on the door and call through it, begging her to talk to me, but try as I might she would not open it.