Baker's Recipe 9 (Patreon)

Tik Tik and Baker returned from their little diversion, a brand-new egg nestled gingerly in the mannequin’s hand. I could scarecely believe the size of the thing he held. I inquired with Tik Tik about how her body could hold such a thing, but she brushed the answer away with the simple explanation of “magic.”

“Speaking of magic,” Baker said, walking back towards the kitchen. “I have something that I need to ask of both of you, darlings.”

“We’ve been giving you quite a lot, already,” I protested. “When are you going to give us what we’re looking for?”

“Ah, yes, right. Well, I suppose we can discuss that while I prepare the bakery, yes? Come, come, darlings. I need to see this through as soon as possible!”

Tik Tik nodded towards me, and we followed. I already seen Baker’s kitchen, so I wasn’t expecting anything too surprising. What I didn’t expect to see was the human-sized metal case he pulled from out of his closet. The proportions were dainty and thin, yet they matched his height well enough. “Now then, Miss Tik Tik,” the mannequin said. “How good are you at magic? If you can whip up that egg, surely you can do what I need.”

Tik Tik paused a moment, but quickly chirped up. “Yup yup. You have spell!? Tik Tik can cast.”

“Actually, yes. I have a magical friend who granted me this book. She said she got it from a pervy old mage and didn’t have any use for it.” He grabbed the small pink tome from the shelf and thumbed through a few pages. “Ah, here it is, see?”

Tik Tik poured over the book, but I slid up towards Baker, asking a question that was on my mind. “We’re looking for a woman inclined in magic. I’ve been looking for someone like that with ties to this place. That’s why we came here—to find her, or, I think its her.”

“Say no more, darling. If that’s all you really wanted, you just have to wait for her to show up. She’s a regular customer here, but I’m hoping we’d get a chance to surprise her with this.”

“What exactly are you doing?” I asked, looking at the large mold. He placed it on a rolling metal grate in front of his stove, clapping his hands when he finished. “Our wizard friend can explain it better than I, darling,” he said, grabbing a large bag of the white powder and pouring it into the receptacle.”

Tik Tik closed the book, taking a deep breath. “Transfer should be simple. Use egg, but not enough… need more fluid.”

“Haha, yes, well, I was hoping Eshere could help us out with that one, darling.”

“Transfer…? Wait, Baker, are you…?”

“You’ve got quite the gift, darling, being whatever you want to be just by changing your shape. If I can do that for myself, I’d be happy boy, indeed.”

I agreed, and soon, I watched as some of my slime was added to the mixture, along with the egg. Tik Tik stared at the concoction, tapping on the book. I wondered if there was something I should be worried about there, but once mixed, we were left to just watch, and wait.

Dear Miss Aldevan,

Today, I have finally done it. I have been reborn as the self I had thought I would always be. It was strange, at first, to fall asleep. I had never experienced anything quite like it before. But, once the batter in the vessel was done, it was time for me to say goodbye to the me I had always known. Tik Tik said the words quite well. Despite her lack of finesse in the common tongue, her words in the magic speech were, well, magical! I disappeared right then and there, only to wake up at the sound of the timer going off.

I was ready.

Oh, miss Aldevan, to see their faces was priceless, but I needed to see mine much more. There was the useless wooden shell that used to be me, laying there in a sound sleeping form. I giggled, passing by it, and made my way towards the back, wher I stored that mirror I bought from those lovely folk at Avenue Road.

I gasped right then and there, and sure enough, did I have tears rolling down my face at the sight of my beautiful new body. I’m no longer featureless. I have a face, a bit girlish, but so cute. I’d love to show you just what I look like now, but I’ll give you a description of my first impressions.

Magnificent. That’s what I am. Surely, the most prized creation in all of Anteronia. My body is so slight, yet with curves in the right places. I have tone now, the mold giving me the slightest hint of musculature, but I do have a nice amount of soft and warmth. I have all my articulation, from my thin fingers to my dainty toes. Both of them painted with candy shell. I now have a “skin,” more like a pudding, I’d say, thanks to the slime, and I have hair! Well, its more like caramel poured over my head, covering one of my eyes, giving me a sort of sultry look.

When I turned around towards the two girls, they both admired me, and I knew then and there that I needed to take myself out for a test run, and I knew just the customer to do it on…