While Tyler prepared to greet the world as a freshly transformed young bombshell, it was Eileen who was having the most fun.
Presently, a puddle of perfectly silver liquid sat on her kitchen floor untended. It seemed to shimmer and ripple of its own accord for a moment before a rough approximation of a human face pulled itself out of the metallic fluid and began to rise uncannily from the mass around it. This was followed by a neck and shoulders, large breasts, and arms. Very soon a perfectly female body had formed out of the puddle from nothing, at least from the waist up. The completely smooth silvery face smiled and caressed itself, as hips, ass, pussy, and legs rose up from the soup, growing and forming until it has used up all of the silver fluid on the floor to make itself.
Eileen looked down at her shimmering form, catching the late morning light in gleaming reflections of her kitchen, and satisfied she had pulled herself back together, she began to harden the liquid mass of her form until she was living and moving solid steel. She weighed much more than a woman and made the old floor creak as she walked to the hall mirror and examined herself.
She was perfectly smooth, without a single line of imperfection to her sleek hairless form, and she observed the fine casting and flawless metallic finish of her details. Experimentally, she tried making herself more machine-like, and was startled as she felt a sudden jolt as parts of her separated. In a flash, she had gained sophisticated ball bearing joints where her bends were, and saw she had become more robotic than a solid steel woman.
This inspired her, and Eileen began adding more and more sophistication to herself, feeling complex gears forming inside of herself, hydraulic oil beginning to pump from an iron heart through heavy rubber tubes that were now her veins. Her skin changed to worn in steel, she clicked and whirred as she moved, and found she could now focus and zoom her eyes as she pleased with sophisticated adjustable lens. When it was all done, a living moving clockwork woman had replaced Eileen Paulson. Though somehow still in her visage and figure, she resembled complete machinery instead or flesh, every piece of her frail human body approximated as gears, joints, springs, and steel skin.
"My God." She said, startled at the filtered sound of her own voice, like something from a science fiction program, her streamlined and permanently fixed face not even moving. "I'm gorgeous."
She went about her daily chores as the clockwork woman, efficiently and mechanically doing the dishes, dusting, tidying up, and so on. While it was tempting to stay this way forever, she noticed she had lost all feeling in her form, to the point she literally couldn't feel a thing.
With an annoyed sigh, she took a mock breath and began to reverse it. She lost the intricate clockwork, the perfect chassis, and turned once more to solid steel. In a reversal of before, she began melting herself down into a puddle, slowly pooling as she sunk into the floor.
As her face once again faded into the rest of her, the puddle of liquid metal began to lose colour as it cleared to water. In a strange parallel to before, Eileen rose from the pure blue water and formed into a crystalline shape of transparent liquid, bubbling and fizzing inside as she solidified to a thick gel.
She looked over her smooth transparent form, loving it, and lamented the loss of her beautifully crafted robotics. Yet she could feel the air around her, the warmth of the rising sun from the window, the smell of her own purified body, and smiled.
Oh well, she thought, we might try that one again. Or on somebody else.
She pushed herself back to flesh, back arcing in pleasure as her insides returned beneath her gel like exterior, for a moment her skin transparent over the muscle and tissue, and then slowly her imperfect flesh returned with her hair, until she was once again a whole brunette woman.
"Ahhh." She said in relief. "That was fun."
Eileen glanced at the clock and smiled deviously. Her husband would be home soon.