Chapter 9

Jesus, I don't have any time to do anything. I'm now writing this in
Chinese school, attempting to not get hit in the face by a bamboo
stick by the teacher. Well, I had a random thought about holoforms,
and a song called Blackout by Breathe Carolina, so let's see where that
idea takes this chapter!

LET'S GO!

"HAHA! Finally! I've gotten it!" Ratchet was practically dancing
around his Medbay, his mate chuckling from a medberth. The medic ran
over to the Weapons Specialist and glomped him. They accidentally
toppled off the berth, and were giggling madly when Optimus and
Megatron walked in.

The two leaders looked at each other, exchanged looks, then walked
over to the fallen couple.

"As comfortable as that looks, get up. You said that you had something
to show us?" Optimus said, assisting his friends up onto their peds.

Ratchet ran over to his desk, frantically searched for a data pad,
found said data pad, and ran back to give it to Optimus. Reading over
his mates shoulder, Megatron let a smirk slowly grow on his faceplates.

"Body transformations? You really figured out how to use them?" The
Autobot leader was excited by this. Now they could communicate with
the humans on an easier scale.

"Yes. the actual science is that we can take our protoforms; armor
included, and condenses them into a human size. We still have our
bodies, but it will be simply made smaller. On the inside, our
internal gears and wires are the same, which means if we get hurt, I
can still fix you. On the outside, however, we appear human. We have a
metal skin, and you can alter the rest as you please." Ratchet
explained. "Also, thank Primus, the sparklings won't be harmed either."

Megatron, feeling a bit skeptical, send a private message to his mate.

"Are you sure we should try?" he asked.

"I can't see anything wrong with it." Optimus sounded excited. Clearly
he wanted to try.

Ratchet beckoned his leader to sit on a medberth. Optimus obliged, and
allowed Ratchet to plug into one of his access ports. Instantly,
programming flooded into his processor, and he could feel the physical
changes happening. He felt as if he was in a vacuum, every part of his
body feeling tighter, more compact.

The process took a little while, so Optimus took the time to program
what his outer appearance would look like. When the last pieces of
metal folded in to place, the Prime sighed a breath of relief. He
looked down to look at his body only to find steel gray skin and being butt
naked. He squeaked and covered his privates.

The (much taller) bots laughed. Megatron bent down to pick up his now
minified mate. His mate quickly scrambled onto the big servo, and sat
down as Megatron brought him up to the other bots heights.

"Now activate the design program." Ratchet said.

Optimus did, and after a few more metallic clicks, his appearance was
altered again. In Megatrons servo, stood a 6ft 5 Caucasian male. His
hair was brown and wavy, his eyes bright blue. He was incredibly
built, muscles bulging everywhere, yet he still retained a childish
face, young and innocent. Megatron loved it immediately. He brought his
mate close to his face.

"How is it to be the size of a squishie?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

"It's definitely odd, but it's cool to see you from their point of
view. No wonder they're terrified of you! You're fraggen huge!"
Optimus said. "Now how are we suppose to frag when I'm this tiny?..."
he said in a teasing tone.

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After the two brothers/mates finished teasing each other, the three
other bots converted themselves into their squishie mode.

Ironhide was fraggen huge! Not as tall as Optimus, but a few inches
shorter. his skin was deeply tan. If it was possible, the Weapon
Specialist was even more muscular than his leader! Every movement
caused muscles to flex and stretch, making his mate drool slightly. His
hair was black and cut to a buzz cut. his face was scarred, a deep cut
cutting across his right eye (if you know where you first saw it I'll write anything you want if you get it right!).
There were cybertronian tattoos all over his body.

Ratchet was a little shorter than his mate. his skin was pale, but his
hair was blood red. he had sharp blue eyes. Specifically, his hands were long and delicate, showing he was still capable of using his medical skills. He wasn't as muscular as
the other two, he was lankier.

Megatron was the last one to finish. Looking exceedingly like a mafia
boss, the mere presence of him was domineering. he looked slightly
Italian, adding to the mafia image. Of course, he was bigger than his
mate, but not as thick as Ironhide. his face was stoic, and regal.
Oddly, his hair was a platinum blonde, nearly grey in its buzz cut.
And to add to the scary factor, there was a gigantic tattoo on his
back, depicting Optimus's name.

"Well I think we look good!" Ironhide said, looking at himself in a
mirror.

"Hmph." was all Megatron said. He thought he looked weird.

All of a sudden, Sam and Mikalea happened to walk in. The two humans
had expected to find four gigantic robots, not four extremely hot
guys just standing in the middle of the Medbay, butt naked. Sam made a
strangled sound. Mikalea made an excited squeak. Not really wanting
to explain the whole phenomenon, Ratchet told them the basics, and
asked them to find some clothes for them.

The bots also didn't expect them to go on a fraggen shopping spree,
and get them everything known to man! including pads. when they
changed, Optimus and Ratchet still had their valves. Although they
would never use it, it was a nice thought. After getting dressed,
Optimus was suddenly struck with a thought

"Hey, what about the others?" Optimus asked.

"Ah." Ratchet said with an evil grin. "I can do it from here.
Muahaha!" he walked over to his desk, pulled out a data pad the same
size as him, and pressed a button.

They waited patiently for a few minutes, and then laughed their afts off
when they heard screams. They laughed even harder when they heard
someone collide with the Medbay. After a lot of loud cussing and a kick
to the door, the doors opened.

In ran identical blond haired blue eye twins, both seething. they were
both tall, strong and looked like they had just stepped out of a
magazine. But the only way you could tell them apart was by the red
streaks in Sideswipes hair. they were followed by their quiet mates.
Mirage had an almost Asian face, high cheek bones and slanted eyes. he
had long straight hair, falling gracefully down his shoulders. Oddly
enough, his eyes were also blue. Jolt's hair was black, with blue
accents. his physique was probably the smallest, but held a hidden
strength.

Soon to come running in was Jazz and Prowl. Jazz was the only African
American in the group. He was a built like Optimus, once again, not as tall. his hair was in
dreadlocks. Surprisingly, his visor had stayed in place, mysteriously covering his eyes.

Prowl was so cute! Although he still looked professional and police officery, he had such innocence! He was small, like Jolt, but also held the hidden strength. He had an almost naïve look about his face. And with the glasses he had programmed, he looked like a student fresh out of high school. His hair was blond and thin, pushed to the right side (Justin Beiber hair! Hate his guts).

The last ones to wander in were Bee and Blue. They mainly had the same physique, both tall and lanky, like Ratchet. Bumblebee was slightly bigger, with two black streaks in his blonde hair. Bluestreak literally did have blue streaks in his hair, which was long like Mirages.

The human soldiers walked in slightly dazed.

"That has got to be the weirdest thing I've ever saw, other than you guys first arriving to Earth" Lennox said. "Seeing six completely naked guys run right in front of my face…" he trailed off after that, his face turning bright red.

The Autobots plus Megatron just laughed at them. Tomorrow, they vowed, they were going to go explore their new bodies, and shock the whole earth at the same time!

Haha! This is the longest thing I've ever written. 1,387 words. I'm gonna continue this into the next chapter, and I'll fit in some sex too!