A/N: Pretty much the same from last time. Oh, except for this one thing: If you think I took this idea from someone else, you're wrong. I thought of this myself, even though others may have too. I claim no rights to it, just the storyline.

"You are a Shapeshifter. A being who can change his bodily form, into anything he desires. Notice the male gender, because there has been no female Shapeshifter, yet. Also, this is an inheritable trait, so any children you may have, will also be Shapeshifters, albeit male ones," Dr. Wellstep said.

Jobe had to stop and take a breath. He did feel much different, whether it was bad or good he couldn't tell. A Shapeshifter! Holy crap!

"But, this may sound indeed awesome, but you cannot take full use of the powers that reside inside your body. In about 3 months time, you should be able. For now, you can practice by trying to repair your leg there."

Jobe looked down at the stump of his leg, and felt kind of stupid just sitting there, concentrating on his leg. He did feel a slight tingle, but nothing changed. Disdainfully, he looked back up at the doc.

Wellstep shook his head. "I didn't think you would be able to-

Suddenly, the other half of Jobe's leg grew out of the end of his thigh, with the foot, toes, and even the hair he had before. It was an exact replica of the calf he had before it was destroyed. Jobe could hardly contain his joy. Tears began brimming his eyes, and this time he let them flow.

"Well, that was unexpected. It seems that you have already, at least in part, mastered this new ability. Absolutely astounding. Now, try... try making your arm 3 feet longer."

Jobe once again concentrated on his arm, and he felt the tingle again, but this time to response was immediate. His right arm now a full 5 ½ feet long, it was heavy and awkward. "Now try shrinking down to normal." Jobe again centered his focus on his arm, this time willing it to shrink, instead of grow. After a tingling sensation, his arm shrunk down to normal size.

"Amazing. Now, don't go overboard on this, but keep practicing with small things, like fingers, ears, or hair. Then we can move onto arms and legs, then your whole body. Oh, and one other thing: do not attempt to expand or shrink the mind. It is irreparable. And you will also be kept here, until those 3 months are up, so I can make sure you don't die from too much radiant fire. Once those 3 months are up, you may go and live your life as normal as you possibly can."

Over the course of the next 3 months, Wellstep had Jobe practice every day, with different exercises, including turning into water, making his body lighter so he could fly, making it so heavy the earth shook with each step, and even making himself invisible. There were some limitations to his power, for example, he was told that mushrooms are his kryptonite, and the problems with inanimate objects. He could become, say a door or a pillow, but to remain alive, a certain part of the object has to have his heart and brain untouched, within the thing. A door would basically have a head somewhere on it, though the size of the head could be changed. Even with these stipulations, Jobe found it fun, hard, and entertaining to go through the training, and when the 3 months was coming to a close, he almost felt sad.

"Do not live here, Jobe. I am done with you. Go and pursue your other interests. Farewell!" And with that, Jobe, bade Dr. Wellstep goodbye. He started walking aimlessly, and then stopped. Where the heck am I going? I have no idea even where I am... Jobe looked around, but saw nothing of interest. Hey, I got an idea...

Jobe willed his body to become lighter, and started to rise up into the air. He aimed for the skies, and controlled his weight so he wouldn't fly off into space. After he reached a good altitude, he glided off. Nowhere in particular, just seeing if there was anything good around here. A white house soon came into sight, and he aimed for it.

Reaching his destination, Jobe made his weight back to normal, an average weighing of 148 pounds. He slowly walked up to the door, noting that there were Houndooms, Mightyenas, Bunearys, and Purrlions out in the backyard. A pond over to the right, and behind him a clear, medium-sized front yard. Trees and woods surrounded the house, and a gravel driveway led through the woods, obviously out to the highway. He raised a hand up to knock on the door, and instantly heard a huge Arcanine roar. It took him aback at first, and someone yelled. "Who's there? Don't make me let Dante out on you."

"I'm Jobe, and I'm just looking for a way into a city or town. Can you help me?" he responded.

"Yeah, gimme a second. Kayla, go take Dante into the back. No questions." A woman then opened the door, and Jobe instantly saw how big Dante was. A massive 6 foot tall, the canine growled angrily and barred it's teeth. "Don't worry, Kayla's got him tied good. Kayla then pulled Dante into a room in the back, and shut and locked the door, with an Arceus Lock. "That'll only hold him for about 10 minutes, so let's hurry up. My name is Shannon, and this is my daughter Kayla. And you met Dante." she said, adding a joke at the end. Jobe smiled, and shook hands with both of them. "My name's Jobe. Glad to meet you. Now, uh... how do I get out of here?" he inquired. Shannon smiled. "A better question would be how you got here. Did you come from the north of south? If you came from the north, then go back that way, because apparently you missed the site that was over there, I think it was called.." Shannon kept talking about the camping site, and Jobe found his eyes wandering over to Kayla. She had brown hair, with blue-green eyes and looked to be about 16 or 17. She frowned when he looked her in the eyes, she looked uncomfortable. Wow, she's good-looking... Jobe found himself waking back to reality, when Shannon flicked him on the forehead. "Hey! Quit staring at her like that. Kayla, go check on Dante. He's quiet. As for you, let's go out on the porch." Shannon led him onto the porch, and she continued to tell him how to get out of the area. Jobe nodded, as if he was listening, but he kept thinking of that girl. She must've noticed this, because she squinted her eyes at him, and opened the door.

Dante came running out, with a face that looked to kill. At first, Jobe started to run, then he remembered his power. He hesitated for a split-second, unsure of how Shannon and Kayla might react, but Dante had already pounced and was on top of him. Jobe willed his body to change into stone, and it did. Dante got off of Jobe, surprised, and Jobe turned back. Dante's rage was ignited again, and Jobe saw Shannon and Kayla watching him in amazement. Or, was that fear?

Well, that wasn't what Jobe wanted, so he ran up to the porch, Dante still on his heels. He willed to become lighter, and rose into the air. Now eye level with Shannon and Kayla, yet out of the reach of Dante. "Call off your Arcanine, or do something, before he kills me! I still need your help." Shannon just stared at him, floating under no propellant at all. Kayla had ran inside. "Get out of here, you freak! Whatever you are, leave! Or I'll shoot you!" Shannon said, taking a gun that Kayla must've went inside for. Jobe shook his head. "Whoa, whoa whoa. Easy now, I don't want to hurt you. Look, I'm leaving, see?" Jobe slowly flew up higher, before taking a last glance at Kayla, and muttering: "but I'll be back." And Jobe flew off.

How was dat? More interesting than the last chapter, hopefully. If you haven't noticed, he likes that girl, btw, lol.

Please R&R! THIS WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER UNLESS I GET SOMEBODY SAYING THEY'RE INTERESTED. Thanks!