Vivi is the first to offer her thoughts.
“I don’t really know how to get home other than trying out the eraser end of that pencil,” she says, “but that’s a bit too risky for my tastes. Since you’ve brought me here, I may as well make the best of it, but I still don’t really know where ‘here’ is. Let’s go outside. Show me around. Y’know, give me the lay of the land.”
You understand where she’s coming from, and you know you’re responsible for the predicament she’s in, but you’re hesitant.
“Uh, I’m not sure that would be the best idea,” you answer. “You’ll stand out quite a bit, and I’m not sure that I want to be drawing that kind of attention. Maybe we could talk a bit first, or I can show what things are like on TV or the Internet.”
“Oh, come on,” she begs, moving closer to you with pleading eyes. “That sounds boring. Surely you don’t expect me to stay cooped up in here forever.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that things might be hard if people see you…” you try to explain. However, your arguments are cut off as Vivi suddenly snatches the pencil from your hand.
“Well, then let’s use this!” she shouts, brandishing the pencil. “I’m sure there’s a way to make me a bit less conspicuous.”
You try to grab the pencil back, but she dodges out of your reach with a laugh. She darts to and fro as you make vain lunges for the writing implement, managing to keep the distance of the room between you.
“What’s wrong, you don’t trust me with it?”
“No, it’s just…”
Actually, you didn’t, now that you think about it. If Vivi is anything like her character in the show, then she could be a bit mischievous. You’d hope she would be at least somewhat discerning with how she used the pencil, but that wasn’t likely if she’s the Vivi you knew. You just liked her because she was entertaining and evoked some misguided erotic stirrings at the cusp of your puberty, but really bringing her into your home was probably an awful idea. You’ll have to really consider these things before using the pencil again, that is, if you manage to get it back.
“It’s just… what?” she prods.
“It’s just, you may not know how to use it. I have more experience with the pencil. Just hand it to me and tell me what to do. I’m sure I could manage.”
She raises and eyebrow. “I thought you said you just got this pencil today. Is it really that hard to figure out? It seems pretty intuitive to me. Let’s find out,” she says with a grin, pointing the pencil at you.
“Wait, no!” you yell, moving to stop her, but her hand moves even faster. She draws with lightning precision, and by the time you’ve crossed the room, she’s already done.
“What did you do?” you demand.
“Why don’t you see for yourself,” she says, pointing at your stomach.
Your eyes follow downward to find a single zipper extending up the length of your torso, starting at the top of your pants and going up your shirt. Your fingers trace it up, but to your alarm, it doesn’t stop at your collar. Instead, it continues up onto the skin of your neck, its pull tab marking the end just below your chin. You scratch at the edge of it, but it seems to combine smoothly with your flesh.
“I don’t understand. Why did you draw this here?” you ask in confusion.
“Is it not obvious? You said I’d stand out too much, so I needed a disguise. You look like you’ll do perfectly,” she says, smiling.
With that, she reaches a clawed hand out and grabs the tab of the zipper, yanking it all the way down in one smooth motion. As she does, all the strength in your body suddenly disappears. Your legs give out from under you and you drop to the floor.
However, your body doesn’t feel right as you fall. You feel loose. It feels like your arms and torso are flopping around in ways that don’t make sense. Your back bends impossibly far as your head tilts backwards. Your vision is flung around wildly, and the glimpses that you get of your body reveal it to be contorting in ways you never thought possible.
Soon, you’re laying on the floor in a disheveled heap, confused by the jumbled mix of sensations that you’re assaulted with as parts of yourself touch each other in ways that they shouldn’t. You feel hands grab your chest and pick you up. Either Vivi is impossibly strong or you’re suddenly much lighter. You feel yourself being carried somewhere.
“Ah, here we go!” you hear Vivi say.
You recognize the floor as that of your bedroom. Vivi’s holding you in front of your dresser, on which a large mirror stands. You’re shaken and lifted. Two hands take hold of your chest and… pull it apart? It’s hard to process what you’re feeling, but that’s the only thing that makes sense. As you’re lifted, your flopped back head is raised into view of the mirror, and you finally get a glimpse of your current state.
You look like an empty costume. Your clothes and skin hang loose in Vivi’s grasp, and she’s peering into the opening that she’s made with the zipper. It starts to make sense as you watch her hesitantly step a leg into the hole. You can feel the sensations all down your own leg as her body fills it. You’re flipped around away from the mirror as a second leg steps inside.
Though you can’t watch, you can still get a sense of what’s going on as you feel arms slide into yours. Your hands slide over hers like gloves, and your torso is pulled around her. As you cover her more and more, the parts that she already has inside feel like they fill you more, or you fit her better. You feel less loose, like you’re no longer hanging off her.
Soon, your head is pulled forward, and you watch your face slide over hers like a mask. Her ears and muzzle push out against your skin at first, but you seem to adjust over them, smoothing out the differences past the point of logic. As she pulls the zipper up, the sense that there’s a foreign body inside you dissipates. By the time it reaches the top, you couldn’t feel anything off other than the fact that you aren’t in control of your own body.
Your hands reach up and feel your face. You watch yourself in the mirror as you open your mouth to look inside and turn your head to inspect it. You look down at a hand that opens and closes itself experimentally.
“Looks pretty convincing, wouldn’t you say?” Vivi asks you with your voice. “I just need to fix one last part.”
She picks the pencil up from where she set it down while putting you on. She looks in the mirror and moves it around through the air, eraser forward. As she does, you watch in dismay as the zipper that she drew quickly disappears, and you look the same as you did when you put on clothes this morning.
“Ha, bet you never expected the pencil could do something like this, did you?” she asks rhetorically into the mirror. “The moment you showed it to me I got all sorts of neat ideas for it. It’s best to leave such creative implements to creative types like myself, wouldn’t you say.”
“Why, yes, Vivi. You’re so smart. Please take my pencil and show me how to really use it.” She answers herself, putting on a mockingly dumb voice and making a face in the mirror.
“Oh, thank you so much! I thought you’d never ask!” she says, clasping your hands together next to your head in a pose that is very unlike you. She then picks up the pencil and looks back into the mirror with a sly look. “Now… Let’s have some fun.”