Zippy Zipperdale: Moderately Mad Scientist--The Fifth Experiment (nonfuta, nonporn)

Story by Hardcover

Wew, that last chapter bombed pretty bad. So did my attempted spin off Feral Hearts Afire, which has been killed permanently. Despite that, I'm plowing ahead with this. Here is the fifth chapter, Zippy attempts to get Krystal to accept her life as a girl while she discovers Amber is turning into a much more dangerous nemesis. Please comment or hit the thank button if you like this chapter (I know most of you don't, but on the off chance that you do).

This post is a little bit bittersweet as one of the boards I used to post this at, Renachan, has died (along with pretty much most loli/shota boards on the net). This sucks 'cause it was the only site aside from this one where I could post any of my stories.

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ZIPPY ZIPPERDALE:

MODERATELY MAD

SCIENTIST:

The Fifth Experiment

By Hardcover

First thing in the morning, Zippy realized that this was going to be a long day. A really long day in fact; she hadn’t had much sleep that night, having been up all night dealing with an alternately despondent and demanding Krystal. Since Krystal had been Cristobel yesterday, and Zippy had given her the involuntary gender switch herself, Krystal was in a very real way, Zippy’s own creation. And now it felt like her own monster had her by the throat. This morning had been tricky as Zippy and Lizzy had spent it giving Krystal a crash course on how to be female. Zippy was grateful in her own foresight in permanently removing all of Krystal’s body hair, so at least she didn’t have to deal with any shaving. She was also grateful that Lizzy, despite her earlier objections to helping our their rival, had agreed to help.

Trying to teach her how to do hair and make up was difficult, for a couple of reasons: Krystal didn’t seem to get it, or was still unwilling to learn (which made sense since it would mean fully accepting herself as a girl) and fought it constantly, and the unsurprising fact that Krystal made for a slightly vein woman; she had to look absolutely the best and was constantly critical of what Zippy and Lizzy did. A few reminders that they were the only friends she had now who would do this for her calmed the normal combative student down.

Still, just getting her to remember that she was wearing a skirt was a battle in and of itself, as she kept sitting and walking like she was still a boy. Finally, after a bit of work and a lot of arguing, as well as an inventive trick of attaching high intensity magnets to the inside of Krystal’s knees, they finally got things to an acceptable level of tomboyish femininity. At the very least, Krystal seemed to be getting the hang of keeping her knees together without the magnets. So, gathering up their bags, the three of them headed out to Madame Petri’s enormous dining hall.

The dining hall was crowded and noisy as usual, with Werx moving to and fro keeping things in order and serving up the food. As soon as Zippy and Lizzy walked into the room with Krystal in tow, students began whispering and giggling, sending everything from bemused to hostile looks in the new girl’s directions. To her credit, Krystal kept her head high, and made like she didn’t hear them, but she looked absolutely terrified.

Zippy reached over and squeezed her hand, “Don’t listen to them. They’re just shocked at your change, that’s all.”

“They hate me.” Krystal breathed through gritted teeth, “So many of them.”

“We’ll change that, don’t worry.” Lizzy assured her with usual unassuming monotone.

Truth be told, Zippy wasn’t entirely so sure of that; getting the former Cristobel Bell to be accepted as one of their group was going to be a hard sell. Zippy would need to convince them that it was their responsibility to help her adjust to her new identity, and that Krystal had changed in more then just her body. Hard to tell if this was lying or not, but much of Cristobel’s obnoxious personality seemed to be due to his family, and now that she was cut off from them . . . well, Krystal had a good chance to change for the better. The question was, would she take it?

There was a whirring sound and Vixen approached hem, balancing a serving tray on her hand. She stopped in front of them, her gears and gyros clicking as she halted, her mechanical eyes looking over them with glee.

“Jeepers!” Vixen exclaimed, “You look lovely, Miss Bell. You’ve turned into a beautiful young woman.”

A bit of blushing flushed over Krystal’s face as she muttered, “Umm . . . thanks.”

Vixen nodded and then sped away on her wheels to do whatever it

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