This is the story I've written for the Sudden Transformation exercise not too long ago. The following part is from the perspective of the person next to the person suffering the transformation. Further down, you'll also find the one from the POV of the transformed.

"To think that I woke up that day to great terror.

My son had melted. Melted into a puddle of child. A strange, amoeba-like fluid!

He was unrecognizable. Not a single organ or body part remained: He was merely a pinkish liquid, the combination of all the colours in and out of him.

Yet he lived. He moved around like a goop from his bedroom to the kitchen. I watched in terror as he absorbed a bread roll like how a phagocyte cell might engulf its prey.

"Son...?" I asked almost mutely. I saw two eyes come out of the fluid, staring at me, before they dissolved into the fluid, as if that goop had now taken the function previously reserved to the eyes.

He was silent for a good five seconds. I could just barely make out his voice, a horrifying gurgle: "Dad, I'm a superhero!"

I almost fainted. My son had become an abomination. An unfathomably abhorrent gel, whose sight would haunt me for the rest of my days.

I could only watch as he tried to gather into a solid figure. He formed into a little mountain -- a goop hill, if I may -- but the goo could not maintain such shape. Once again, it went back to being flatter than a flatworm.

I knew he was disappointed, though I can't explain how. But his disappointment could not compare to the dread I felt regarding the mere possibility that my only child had been condemned to live as a liquid forever.

My pale self fell to the ground, tears welling in my eyes. He approached me. He enveloped my lower back in what I assume was a hug (albeit a very slimy and frankly spine-shivering one), but all it did was make me faint.

As I closed my eyes, my mind spun with questions, the greatest one being: What happens now?

- - - - - -

It's been a week since my son has turned into goo. The school keeps calling, asking where he's been. I never answer.

The silver lining of my son's condition is that he can get into basically any space. He can also go up walls and into a hole of almost any size. He can carry objects inside or on top of him.

Including keys, gold bars, stashes of money, and other equipment which proved useful in the following days.

I write now from the Bahamas. I'm building a house where my son can be happy. I've hired some people to figure out appliances that he can use comfortably. Funding is more than abundant, to the detriment of the banks back in our home city.

It pains me to be away from my mother, my father, my cousins, my sister, my mother-in-law, and the other lovely folks that were left in our town, but my son is my only priority.

Sure, he may require predigestion; Sure, he may not be as smart as he used to be when he had a brain, but he is still my son.

And I love him, humanoid or not."



And here's the version from the POV of the transformed child. I tried my best to emulate how a 9-year-old might speak. Here goes nothing.

"It went like this...

I woke up one day feeling kinda weird. I can't describe the feeling. Once I got up from bed, I highkey saw that my skin was dripping like honey. I thought I was still sleeping, so I just laid back again and closed my eyes.

Dunno how much time passed, but when I woke up later, I felt really different. I opened my eyes but it was pitch black. I tried moving my arms, but I couldn't feel them. Then I noticed I couldn't feel anything.

It was scary, but after a few seconds, I started feeling things again. I didn't feel my body parts, but something different entirely. Kinda like, well, it felt like I had become B.O.B. from Monsters vs Alien. Sadly I didn't have arms nor a mouth.

Then it hit me that I was probably dreaming! 'Cause, you know, people don't just morph like that in real life. It was definitely the weirdest dream I had ever had, but I was set on discovering what I even was in this dream.

I tried moving, and to my surprise I could actually move! I went to the kitchen, still blind, but I knew the path to there by memory. I got there and I felt the smell of fresh bread rolls through my every part. Or my only part? I dunno what to call it. My skin? I guess. It was the only bodypart I had, besides my eyes which were in me somewhere.

I went towards the bread and ate it. (in your voice) "But how did you eat the bread without a mouth!?!?" Well, silly, I just walked into it and my body did the rest, obviously! Pay more attention next time.

Anyway!!! At this point I realised I had become a liquid. And I could just eat stuff by engulfing it. I was like T-1000 but lame. Or like Hydro-Man. Still really cool. Nice work, brain.

Then I heard my dad's confused voice over from... Somewhere. After a while I located the sound as coming from over the counter. I tried looking at him, and after great effort, my eyes finally popped out! I saw his pale face in detail. What a vivid dream.

Dunno how it happened but then my eyes were gone, and I could see through every inch of my body. I had become an actual super powerful superhero! I couldn't wait to come up with a name!!! I shouted, "Dad, I'm a superhero!"

He fell to the floor in shock. It was all really silly. I tried morphing back into a human, but it didn't work. I felt really let down by my subconcsious-- Subconsies- Sub... Subc... However you spell it.

He looked like he was gonna cry. Heck yeah, I'd be crying of joy too if my son became Hydro-Man Jr. I gave him a big hug in my watery form, but it was too much for him so he just fainted.

- - - - - -

It's been I think a week. I'm starting to wonder if this is really just a long coma of if Heaven's blessed me with my superpower.

I'd really love to know how to toggle it off and on, tho.

I did some really cool stuff with dad. He taught me how to sneak under locked doors and retrieve money, gold bars, etc. from bank safes. He assured me we weren't robbing them, that they had hired us to test their security system, but like, vro, he was defs lying. Otherwise why would we leave with the gold bars!?!?

We're now in the Bahamas. Dad legit took me here in a bottle. I don't know how I fit, but I did. Now dad says he's building a house for me. That's nice and stuff but dad I'm 9.

I don't think he believes I'll ever be human again.

Gonna be honest with you I really miss my friends. Dad doesn't let me go out to speak with anyone either. And every time I suggest letting me swim in the beach he's terrified that I might mix in with the salt water and die. So I'm bored as heck.

Doesn't matter. Eventually I'll wake up anyway. Right?"