“I want to be around in my mid-30s, just when I was before you turned me into chocolate.”
“Very well then,” the baker said, complying to your wish. He was a little disappointed, but he only sighed and smiled. “In a second.”
He began heating you up, not too much to make you melt into a puddle. The warmth made you more malleable as the baker started sculpting your body. His fingers were skilled as what seemed like years of experience poured onto your form, making you detailed as possible.
After a while, you were cooled in the fridge, solidifying within minutes. You were picked up and put back onto the table as you saw yourself in a mirror that the baker had provided.
You looked like yourself before the transformation; in fact, the baker had sculpted almost every detail of your previous self. Your hair was the same, your body was the same, even your face was the same. The only thing that wasn’t was the angel costume you still had on and the lack of genitalia.
“What do you think?” the baker said. “I tried my best to make your previous form out of memory.”
“For something out of memory, this is really great!” you praised the baker’s handiwork.
“Thank you,” he said, admiring the compliment. “I had years of training, though, in sculpting.”
“Huh, interesting,” you said.
“Yes, I had mastered my sculpting by sculpting things I quickly saw,” the baker boasted, seeming proud of himself. “For your body, it was no big deal.”
You looked at yourself again, admiring his work. You look at the baker next.
“What do you want next?”
“Well…”