"I've got an idea," thought Mary.
John felt her concentrate and attempt to pull all of the pink goo together, displacing some of the pool water in the process. Mary found this process both physically and mentally exhausting. She let her concentration waver on several attempts, causing her body to ooze outward once again. Finally, she was able to mass herself into a lump about the size of a beach ball.
John watched as the ball bobbed on the surface of the pool. The instant he began to collect his own goo, their physical connection was cut and they could no longer read each-other's thoughts. John's eyes were trained on the pink goo as it began to expand.
From Mary's perspective, she imagine her entire body was a piece of bubblegum. She started out with a little pocket inside herself and let it expand with air. She blew and blew until a large bubble expanded above the turbulent water. When she thought she was about to burst the bubble, she felt her entire being rise out of the water and float toward the edge of the pool. This feat took all of her concentration and when he had safely reached the tile of the pool deck, the bubble popped with wet, slurping sound. She lay there in a puddle which was once her body, and wished that she'd never used the vials.
Mary's large eyes shut as she began to cry. She though about the fact that she had no hands, and she had lost her beautifully toned legs. She had become a shapeless mass because she wasn't grateful for her human form. As she continued to sob, her body began to stretch in four directions. Slowly at first, with little spindles of pink tentacles snaking their way across the pool deck. They then began to plump up and gain definition.
Unconsciously, Mary wiped the tears from her eyes. She was shocked! "I have arms...and hands". She willed her eyes to open and looked down at her body. She was still bright pink, and looked a bit like a blurry photograph of a human. Apparently, focusing on her former body caused her to take on a more human form. She shut her eyes and concentrated on her memories of herself. Her body responded by tightening up and smoothing out, like T-1000 from the terminator movies. When she opened her eyes again, she was staring down at her modest breasts and pert nipples. She looked down at her beautiful legs and wiggled her ten toes. She was herself again!
Her gaze slid back to the pool, where John had been trapped. "John," she said, hoping for a response...