Warriors way chapter 4...Double down

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Meagan's Tail

Nuuan's
“Necessity is the Mother of Invention” and “Déjà vu”

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Marcus ran straight into his room once his mother had locked away the rest of the armor, he locked the room's door, then leapt to his bed and cradled the small treasure in his hands and he waited until he was very sure all was in the clear for him to examine what this armor, this thing could do for him or to him more specifically!

As he flipped the long curved piece of metal over and over in his hands, he noticed that nothing changed on his body, "So now I am sure you don't or will not change me until I wear you like armor should be worn!" he smiled to the shinny armor, then flipped it over to the thin leather backing with two small straps that held it in place. His mom had added this backing onto the metal piece to replicate how it might have looked ages ago, but it was only temporary and very flimsy at best!

For the most part the armor piece was long, plus curved to fit on the outside of the arm from where the gantlets ended to protect the arm up to where the elbow began and it was one of the smaller pieces of the full set. It being so small in comparison to the rest is why Mark choose to take it, so that his mom might not miss it and keep packing away the rest or the armor set without notice!

Mark squirmed out of his shirt, then stood up topless to his rooms largest mirror mounted on the rear side of room's door and then placed the armor on his left arm, then tightened the straps in place. A wave of immense power rolled over his body, as it changed over to that of the girl one he had been before.

She stared at her new self in the mirror, "I knew this girl was big up top and her face....what a beauty...I look gooood!" she breathed out leaning closer to examine her now narrowed blue eyes and squared face, plus running fingers through her long black hair as Mark noticed how in shape this new body was. Not bodybuilder big, but more like fitness girl bigger than his old thin self and a true warrior this new body indeed looked like!

Mark was getting quickly carried away by his new body and senses as he finally braved touching both breasts, "Ohh shoot the longer I do this the longer I stay changed!" he yelped out in fright, finally snapping out of his amazement of the changes and then quickly started undoing the straps that held the armor on his arm.

"I hope it...this change back to the regular ME does not take long?" she sighed, then Mark suddenly snapped his or her new fingers, "Shit I should have been timing all of this so I'd know how long being changed equals to how long until I change back to normal!"

In a fit of being mad a himself, Mark opens his laptop and searches for what box in his room has his stopwatch within it? Mark nods at the result coming up, "Ohh ya box 17!" he fingers across the screen and stands to get it.

Mark finds that lifting boxes of stored stuff in this changed, or supercharged body feels much like lifting sheets of paper, "Shit I am strong!" she smiles while lifting a whole stack up with one hand, then opening the lid of the bottom box up with the other.

The stopwatch was by luck laying right on the top, so Mark grabbed it and tossed it to the bed and after replacing the storage boxes, then sitting down. He now or she realized that he had no idea how long he had been wearing that armor piece and how long it it had been off his arm and no longer affecting his body!

"I have to keep notes, track each and every second when I am changed and how long the changes last after I take this armor off. Next part is that I have to test what I can and can not do with this new power!" Mark huffed grabbing a new spiral notebook from the nightstand drawer to make notes.

A few more tense minutes passed by, then the feel of 'change' washed over his body and Mark changed back into the normal teen boy he had always been, "Thank God that is over! Each time I change, I might not change back?" he said and thought more about that situation, being a girl for the rest of his or her life...but that power felt during the change...Mark indeed craved that power!

"Humm now how can I get outside to test myself even more?" he pondered next while making a ad-hock note for tonight's times spent changed and how long it took to change back...AKA he guessed!

Mark laid there on his bed for a long time thinking about what he wanted to test about his new powers, "Strength, how fast I can run and jump, can I fly, can I stop bullets" that is when an idea popped into his head.

"That camo tracksuit mom bought me a few months back, it would be perfect for that new me!" he excitedly thought, then he rolled over tapped his laptop on and found the box it was stored in... and as usual , it of course was at the bottom of the stack!

After several minutes of shifting boxes around, Mark had is tracksuit in hand. This was one of many of his mom's shopping finds, she would go out on weekends with him in tow shopping out the far off factory outlet malls and finding bargains and how that lady found them he never understood! She found a Gucci wallet for twenty bucks, that was worth way over five hundred on one of her trips!

This tracksuit was one of those very finds, when she bought it. It was to large for him, but not beyond how big Mark could gain in a year or two? So she bought it on sight for him! Sophia was sure he would grow into it by high schools end or use it in college somewhere?

The tracksuit was an expensive brand name made in an urban night camo that blended real well and made your eyes go kind of crazy to see it...you just wanted to mentally 'not' look at it...so you missed it! Then the fabric of the suit was a technopath made one that not only stretched like mad, but was nearly un-tearable and the darn stuff was almost knife proof, then add slightly bullet resistant or so he had heard off the net?

Mark quickly changed into his loosest set of underwear, then pulled on the loose tracksuit over that and added a pair of his bigger running shoes that had a quick tie feature that only used a twisty knob to make the sneakers a tighter fit, or a tap of a twisty knob loosened them right up! Then add to that cool feature, these were styled after the Reebok 'pump' of decades ago. You pumped a big rubber button on the shoe and it took in air to fit better. Lastly he added a small note pad to in pocket, then closed the velcro flap to make sure it did not fall out and looped the stopwatch's cord around his neck.

A large backpack was added in as a last choice to carry some ID just incase, then some of Mark's older clothes added into the bag incase he was wrong on the new size of his body and tore his way out of the tracksuit! He decided on heading down to the lowest level of the condo's garage, where only a few older cars were stored and some storage boxes for those who wanted or needed the extra space. He knew there were almost no cameras down there because you had to pass by a few layer of great security to even get down there, Mark knew this because he practiced skating down there out of sight many times and that is how he was able to get so good at the sport over the last few months!

Mark slipped out of the condo with ease, because his mom slept like a rock with growing up in a dorm room during her schooling years! Next step was the ride down to the lowest basement level and the parking area it held and once finally there he checked all around for anyone using the space or accessing one of the storage boxes, "Yep two AM and no one around just like it should be!" he smiled and ran off to one of the far corners to hide himself even better while busy testing new limits!

In a dark corner Mark placed his bag on the trunk of a covered up old car, then his note pad next to it and the stopwatch on top of that pad for ease of use. Now he pulled that armored bracer out of his pants cargo pocket and put it on, pulling the straps tight against the tracksuited arm. His body grew in height and a little in size as wave of buzzy feelings washed over him. It all lasted until what only cold be called a teen Amazon stood there, "Wow that feeling of the rush of power, I do so love that!" she said clicking the stopwatch on the backpack to start it counting off the now precious seconds.

Mark quickly checked out his new body in the tracksuit, "Good, no tears and actually it fits real good!"

"Now as quick as I can, lift the cargo box and then push it back and forth...if I can?" she smiled going towards the tasks!

Mark found that what could be a several ton cargo box, was an easy lift from one end of the oblong box and then sliding it across several yards of the parking area concrete was easy...but aiming to replace it into the same spot was a bit hard!

The new Amazon ran back to her pack and clicked the stopwatch after she took off the armor, "Shoot I went a whole seven minutes, change plus with that test and now we see how long the change lasts?"

Without the armor, Mark went about the same tasks in general until she or a returning he felt the changes coming and stopped for safety's sake! Mark looked at the time on the pocket watch and was a bit surprised at the sight, "Nearly forty minutes to change back...ahhh that is a factor of about five or one minute changed equals five till I am normal!" he noted and wrote down all the all the numbers...7-38.5...5.5 on his pad.

"Well this part is over, now lets try something else...I know running!" he grinned.

Mark repeated putting on the armor and that buzzy feeling washed over him once again and this time he felt even better at the changes, "Lets get moving!" she nearly giggled in glee while starting the watch counting that valuable time once again!

This time Mark ran, jumped as best could be done in the ten foot tall garage area and even tried her luck at leaping over cars! "Well I bet I could get up to maybe thirty-five outside in the open and jumping from building to building like those urban runners do might even add to that speed in town!" she smiled clicking the watch off and quickly taking off the bracer.

Mark noted the time once more, then wrote it down while the watch counted off how long this change lasted for, "Well I got over ten minutes it this time as a test and lets see what happens now for the time to change back?" she wondered writing down 10-35 as a time note

At the fifty minute mark, the teen became very worried that he was not going to change back to his normal self! Then after starting to pace the garage in worry and at a little over sixty minutes...at sixty-four to be exact! The feelings that showed that she was changing rapidly back to normal hit her body and the old 'he', Mark had returned with them..."WOW I got worried there," he nearly yelped, "I was sure it should last only about fifty or so minutes and I went WAY over sixty?" he shook his head at the numbers, ten minutes thirty-five seconds changed and sixty four minutes till he changed back....it went up from 5.5 or so to 6.4 ratio during one use? Could it be the longer times that changed the ratio or just using it more often, one change right after another with little or no real break?

"Enough for tonight, I had better give this a rest and re-run my figures a few times, then maybe have my computer crunch on them too and be sure of my conclusions" Marks said taking off his tracksuit top and packing up all his gear from this ad-hoc test.

The next day

Mark went to school the next day without a hitch, but all the time he spent in class. He was crunching those numbers from last night and all of his mom's numbers that he had copied down off her whiteboard. All day, he pondered the mess and none of it made sense, the end result ratio drifted all over the place. From very low at the start, the first time he changed, over to really high during one of his 'middle' ones and his last one seemed to be lower in comparison to those middle ones? Then the numbers made no sense if he used the power of the armor more?

One time he was rechecking his numbers in class, Billie one of his classmates looked over at his papers and smiled, "Is the time between times the same or drifting too? Then the first set looks off and the second set looks about right?" she asked him.

"Well, yes the first set numbers are a guess, but the guess-er or guess-ee, you could call it? She has an incredible grasp on the passage of time and rarely goofs!" Mark said tapping his pencil on the paper thinking about his mother's mutation that included a brain with perfect recall and her knowing what time it was down to the second.

"Humm, the next test, in my opinion...should be all the same. Time tested, time waiting and time between. Then you know your numbers are good!" she suggested and Mark nodded to Bille, one of the few kids that took the school's college credit math classes!

After Mark arrived home from school, he found a note stuck to the fridge from his mom, "Money for dinner in the jar, order a pizza for both of us with sides and make them for both of us! You the wings if you like and mine will be the cheese sticks as usual and do your chores..." and in big block letters at the end, "Do not touch that armor for any reason!"...love mom.

Mark sighed at the note, but it contents were fine with him and at least now he did not have to cook dinner! He took to his chores of tidying up the house, making sure the trash was out and his room cleaned...as if all his packed stuff ever got out of control. One day he thought to 'toss' his room up to a mess as a form of protest to his mom, but why...he'd have to clean it up later!

When he was all done and the time was about right. He texted his mom, "Coming home on time? OR should I wait? Or order just for me because you are staying late?"

His frame beeped back with a new message instantly, "In car coming home right now, order dinner as planned please."

That message meant in 'mom' ...'I just left the building and I am on the way' he laughed innerly! His mom did stuff like that, little white lies to keep the gears of the family moving along!

Mark clicked his frame over to the net, then to the pizza place and dropped the order into their queue for delivery and paid for the order on the family account. A beep a few minutes later confirmed the order was being made and then gave a countdown till it should show up.

He noted the time on the fridge whiteboard for the order coming, then sent the order's time and what eatery was coming down to the complex's concierge computer, so they could send it up without bugging Mark first!

While Mark waited for the pizza order to come and his mom to arrive, he pulled out his notes on the armor tests and went about rechecking his numbers against his mom's whiteboard ones to be sure that no mistakes were copied off it by him. He found none, his numbers matched to the board number for number and as he was about to feed it all into his computer as Sophia opened the door and sang out to the condo, "Home again, home again jiggity jig!"

Mark tossed the note pad into his room and greeted his mom coming from the hallway and out into the kitchen, "Hey mom, dinner is coming and it looks like they might be late...so we get it free!" he boasted.

"Humm I like free hon, but lets wait and see? Because sometimes that delivery guy uses the sidewalks with that motorbike of his to make deliveries on time!" she laughed.

Twenty minutes later

Both of them were sitting at the kitchen counter eating a very free dinner on the pizza place, evidently they fired the old delivery guy and this new gal was not up to the task of riding her bike like a drug crazed maniac like the last guy was!

"Well Mark, I am trying to get Lee to come over from her place in LA and I think I got her attention with this armor. So I am reasonably sure, that she will fly in on Saturday morning and very early morning if I know her!" she smiled over to him.

"So we go to the airport and meet her, or she is taking a ride to here of some sort?" he asked because he hated the airport, all the tourists and the high rollers made the place a mess to even get near, let alone enter!

"No hon!" Sophia laughed, "Lee can fly herself right up to our balcony and land right there!"

Mark did an instant 'spit-take' with is last bite of pizza and nearly choked, "She flies!"

"Yes dear, of course...she flies...she does have wings!" Sophia said nonchalantly!

Hours later

Sophia had gone to bed, Mark had stood by listening for any sound his mom might make and when he was very sure she was fast asleep. He laid out his notes, the stopwatch and the armor bracer to begin testing Billie's theories! Over the next several hours, he ran to a tight schedule to the split second and was finding as he went along. That the armor did indeed have a sliding ratio that was gaining in numbers with each use!

He sighed, "At this rate of use, the armor will keep me changed for months if I keep this up...But god what a feeling I get and I bet no one could take me from school!"

He stuck to testing one theory out per night and tonight was the theory that Billie gave him. Now tomorrow was testing outside for speed and that meat running far off the condo complex's ground for the room.

With his testing done for the most part, Mark wanted to try one thing out tonight and he was sure that he had the time. 'What if I put the armor back on 'before' I change back!

Hours later Mark in his girl body was pacing out his room, running to the bathroom mirror to check on any changes and he found none! "Did I goof and make this permanent! OR did the ratio change, because we are at double the time changed right now, but did the ratio double too!"

Mark reran the numbers on his computer again to be sure, if the time while changed doubled and the time to change back doubled. he should be back to normal by now, but if the rising ratio had doubled too?

That meant he was stuck as a she well past time to get up for school and that is when his mother knocked at the door, "Hon get up and get ready I am going in early!"

"Ohh shit mom is up and I did not even hear her!" Mark still in a girl's body worried out.

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