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After about an hour, the brunette returns. She smiles lightly and evilly. "Come with me," she says casually, as though she were talking to a good friend. Under the command of the device, your body ignores your attempts to run the other way and follows the brunette as she turns and walks off. She leads you to one of the mall's large clothing stores, and leads you toward the back. You want to ask what you're doing here, but your body ignores you, just following the brunette at a light pace as she leads you to the women's changing rooms. The brunette forces you into a stall and follows after you, locking the door behind her. A couple taps of the remote and the changing stall expands to about four times larger, and gains floor-to-ceiling mirrors on all the walls. Another tap, and all your clothes vanish, leaving you nude before the crazed brunette.
The brunette grins cruelly and makes a few adjustments on the remote, then steps back. A tingling sensation runs through your body. You feel strange, light. Suddenly finding you can move again, you make a jump at your tormentor, but she merely catches your wrist with ease. You try to bring up your other hand but she grabs that wrist too. You feel even lighter now, but also dizzy and wobbly. In the mirrors, you see a strange pink color moving slowly up your arms. You try to pull your arms free from the brunette's grip, but the action is futile, and you fall limp to your knees. You're starting to lose sensation in your arms, and you find that you can't unclench your fists. By now your arms have completely turned pink, and feel completely limp. Your 'hands' turn white and seem to flatten out. To your horror, the brunette waves what was once your arm around, showing what it has become - a hollow sleeve.
You try to stand, but cannot move your legs. In the mirrors, you can now see that below your waist is an empty pink dress, with a white edge where your feet once were. The rest of your body quickly follows, becoming limp, flat, empty, and pink.
Your head is the last to be affected. Your head is forced to lean back and your mouth yawns. You can watch in the mirrors as your mouth continues to widen while your head is drawn back into what was once your shoulders. Your head lowers into the dress shoulders, the top of your head merging into the back of the dress while what used to be your mouth becomes the neck hole.
You know it's finished. Somehow, you can still see, and you see out the front of the dress. The brunette holds the dress you have become, examining you/it. You can't feel anything, but the brunette holding you up by your...sleeves...is very strange. She smiles nastily. "I left it so you could still see and hear and think," she says. "You're my dress now. This is your punishment."
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