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// Night 1: Taco Tuesday 
// Story: 6 Universal Nights 
// by The Blue EM2 
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The snow continued to fall gently in the city. It had been this way out in the Midwest for a few weeks now, and showed no signs of stopping. Out in a city centre cafe, protected from the snow and the cold, two men sat opposite one another at a table, talking to one another. One of them was a fairly big man, with messy brown hair and a neckbeard who looked utterly ridiculous in a suit, who was currently engaged in pushing his glasses back up in face. The other looked as though he was born for the world of finance, standing at well over six feet.

"And that's all, Mr Inkwell," the other man said. "If you could provide some extra funds for the startup Tom and I are trying, it would really help us out."

"So I see," Inkwell (or Ink for short) sighed. Life as the CEO of a multinational corporation did have many perks, extensive wealth being one of them, but it did also have some shortcomings, one of those being high levels of stress and a tendancy for strangers to ask for large donations and investments. He sipped some more of his coffee and sighed, running his hand through his short brown hair and adjusting his bowtie. Of course, he did not carry out each and every one of those actions at once, or else quite the mess would have been made that day.

The first man looked at him. "Could you do with a break?"

"What was that, James?" Ink asked in return.

"Jimmy," James corrected. "I prefer Jimmy. You seem to be tired and a bit stressed. A friend of mine from Britain, Tom, is planning a get together of some of our friends from across the world. We'll be meeting at Universal Studios in Florida, for six nights. All expenses covered, day hopper tickets for both parks, unlimited Express tickets, and food covered. Would you at least consider it?"

Ink nodded.

"Good," Jimmy answered, and left both a ticket and a piece of paper with a number written on it. "This is my number," he said. "Do call me when you make your mind up."





That evening, Ink took to his mobile, and dialled the number given (01896 19202122). He waited for the line to connect before speaking. "Jimmy?"

"Hello Mr Inkwell!" Jimmy replied. "How can I help?"

"I'm in. I'll be flying into Orlando Airport tomorrow morning."





The very next morning, the plane touched down at Orlando airport, and Ink hopped off the flight and walked into the baggage reclaim. He kept his exceptionally smart suit on no matter what the circumstances, and this was probably what instantly marked him out in a crowd. After collecting his luggage, he went to collect the hire car he had hired the night previous, and once he had the keys and was happy with the setup of the seats, he started the engine and set off for the Hard Rock Hotel, getting there within the hour. He parked his car and went indoors, dragging his case along with him that contained washing essentials and some spare clothes. In the lobby, a group of people sat talking. In amongst them was Jimmy, but two brown haired men whom Ink didn't recognise were talking amongst themselves, as well as a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed (oddly) in a large shirt that didn't quite seem to fit her, baggy pants, and a pair of red trainers.

At that moment, Jimmy spotted him and got up. "Ah, Ink!" he exclaimed. "Glad you made it!"

"So am I," Ink sighed. "Flying overnight is never fun. I just hope I'm not too jetlagged. Holidays are never fun when jetlagged."

"At least you did fly," Jimmy said. "When I moved from Alabama to North Carolina a few years back, I drove the whole way. 10 hours and 37 minutes on the road (with two overnight stops), and 754 miles with absolutely tons of stuff in the back."

"Makes my runs between London and Nottingham seem short," one of the brown haired chaps grunted.

"Don't mind him," Jimmy continued. "Those two guys over there? The one on the left is Tom Haddington, the chap who organised this. John Rooke's the other. The poor blighters flew in from Britain on Saturday."

"BLIGHTERS?!" John exclaimed. "Honestly Jimmy, you're turning more and more British every time I see you!"

"Thanks," Jimmy replied. "The girl is Steph. She joining us for the first time from somewhere in the North. I never did figure out where."

"Hi!" Steph replied. "Is this the new guy?"

"Yes," Tom told her. "Jimmy, that's Ink, right? CEO of PrintCorp?"

"The same." Jimmy turned back to Ink. "There's one more member of the gang that hasn't arrived yet. Katrina texted me that her flight was having issues and has only just landed. She's getting a taxi here now (she's not a very confident driver) and-"

"Sorry I'm late!" called a voice. The group all stopped their conversing, and looked up at the source of the voice. Standing before them was a girl with brown hair (with pink and blue streaks), and had a pair of brown glasses upon her face. She was perhaps dressed most appropriately for the weather, currently clad in jeans, solid shoes, and a dark blue jumper sitting atop a collared long sleeve shirt.

"Ah, Kat!" Tom exclaimed, as he stepped up to shake her hand. "Glad you could make it."

"So am I," Katrina replied. "My flight got delayed due to a bird on the runway. I thought I wasn't gonna make it at first!"

"No worries," Tom answered. "Ready for six days of relaxation and fun?"

"Yea!"

Ink looked at this scene in confusion. "Are those two roman-"

"NO!" Tom and Katrina shouted at the same time.

"We're old friends, that's it, OK?" Katrina continued.

Ink nodded. "Forget I asked," he said. "Well, then shall we go to our rooms?"





Packing away of things had at last been done. They were in rooms 101 to 106, which meant they could all easily reach one another if they needed to. Ink chose not to change, although he looked like one of the Blues Brothers, and set off for the park. He reached the entrance plaza and walked in through the entrance gate, a huge archway with the words UNIVERSAL STUDIOS FLORIDA set into it, and headed off for his first ride (the first one he wanted to polish off, that is).

As he walked through, he went through the Hollywood section of the park. One thing a lot of people did not realise about the resort was that it was still an active film studio, and as a result some areas of the park were off limits unless you happened to be on the studio tour.

On the way, Ink decided to purchase something to eat. One of the stands was a taco stand, which sold (not too unreasonably) tacos. The name of the stand was Taco Tuesday, which not only sounded familiar, it also seemed innapropriate. It was a Monday, after all. He went forth to order a taco, and purchased it.

Then he took the taco... AND ATE IT!

Once he had finished, he had a very satisfied smile on his face, but that smile soon vanished when he suddenly got stomach cramps and ran for the restrooms. "What was in that burrito?!" he exclaimed, before running into a cubicle and slamming it shut.

He happened to catch a glance in the back mirror on the door, and his jaw fell off. His jacket was starting to shrink and change in size as his bow tie vanished into nothingness. The collar shifted around his shirt as the buttons vanished from the jacket, replaced by three chords that held it in place, with six pegs to hold it in place also. His shirt shrank, the collar and top button vanishing, and disappeared well below the line of his jacket, of which the front of the top of the collar now stopped around the top of his chest. As he looked about in shock, his pants changed colour to pink, and then began to slither up his legs, stopping around the halfway point of his thighs. The zip and button vanished, and changed in favour of elastic to hold it in place. The legs merged together, changing it into a mini skirt. The jacket then joined in on the changing game, turning purple expect for the inside of the rolled up collar and the cuffs of the sleeves, all three of which turned to a lighter purple. His shoes suddenly lost their laces, the missing spots covered with leather. They turned white on the front, and the remainder turned purple as they began to grow up his legs, turning into boots that stopped just around the tops of his calves. The inner part of the boots was a lighter purple than the rest.

"What is going on?" Ink asked, not noticing he was reaching for the sleeves and rolling them up to his upper arms, which was followed by two spiked bracelets appearing on his wrists. A black necklace appeared around his neck, with a ruby medallion attached via a golden clasp.

Then it all suddenly seemed to speed up. His boots and feet shrank in size, followed by his legs getting shorter and thinner. He grimaced as the bones in his hips began to move, encountering some form of resistance before there was an audible pop as his hips burst into the shape of a womans. The skirt had expanded so as not to get torn, and his manhood was sucked into his body as her butt suddenly started to inflate.

Her waistline suddenly narrowed and the jacket compensated. Seconds later, the jacket shifted again as her chest began to increase in size, swelling into a pair of breasts. Her eyes turned purple and her skin blue as her torso and arms got shorter and thinner, increasingly looking like a teenage girl. Her hair grew forward over her forehead and down her back, before suddenly getting swept up into a ponytail as more hair grew down behind her ears. Finally, her hair turned a light blue, followed by dark blue streaks appearing in it.

Ink saw it was at last over, but was peturbed to say the least. "What... the... hell?" she asked, seeing in the mirror that she had changed into an exact duplicate of Sonata Dusk, one of the Dazzlings. This new body felt so weird to her, but first she had to find a way to escape from this bathroom without anybody noticing.





After succesfully escaping from the bathroom and avoiding any odd looks, Sonata headed for her planned attraction. Or was it? She seemed to be a bit dopy today. At last, she arrived in Springfield, and joined the line for The Simpsons Ride, a motion simulator attraction that had replaced Back to the Future. As she queued, she learned the basic plot (not being too familiar with the Simpsons). Essentially, Krusty the Clown was opening a theme park, and the Simpsons had been invited to test run the first rollercoaster at the park. Only problem was, an evil clown was blowing the place up as they rode on it, and she bore witness to the mayhem as she was hurled through curves and bends on the motion cars, and through demolished rides whilst groaning at Homer's incompetence.

When the ride ended, she stepped out into the sun. "If only I understood what was going on," she sighed, and went for a stroll around the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

As she walked past the unloading area for Escape from Gringotts, she heard a panicked voice cry out.

"WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED TO ME!?"