As you look at Vivi’s face staring back at you in the mirror, you kind of regret what you just did. This was fun and even more exciting than you’d hoped, but if you just wanted to look like Vivi, you figured you probably had several ways to do so with the pencil besides turning her into a costume. It’s just less fun that she can’t interact with you.
In her cartoon, she would do stuff like this to people all the time, so maybe she’ll be understanding. If not… Well, you still have the pencil in case anything goes too wrong. Making your decision, you grin at the mirror and wink.
“Hah! Just messing with you,” you say at your reflection as you grab the zipper and pull down.
You pull open Vivi’s chest and begin shuffling her off. You pull her head off of yours like a mask, letting it flop backwards. However, once your head is free, you immediately notice the muzzle that’s still taking up your vision. It’s the same shape as Vivi’s but without her orange fur. Instead, you see your normal skin stretch along it until your snout ends in a flesh-colored tip.
Alarmed, you quickly free yourself from the rest of the bodysuit you’re wearing. As you take her torso off like a jacket, the changes you felt persist. Your arms are narrower and end in four-fingered, claw-like hands. Your torso is curvier and sports two voluptuous breasts. As you step out of her, you look down in wonder at your shapely legs, wide hips, vulva, and pawed feet.
The air is cold against your flesh as you twist around examining yourself. You run your hands all over in astonishment at the strange new sensations they arouse from your body. As you look down, your eyes meet with Vivi’s. She stares up at you helplessly from where you discarded her in a pile.
“Oh, sorry!” you say, your voice surprising you with its higher timbre. “I didn’t mean to just leave you like that, I just got distracted with… you know. Here, let me get that.”
You squat down and find her zipper, closing it again. When you do, all of her creases immediately begin to flatten out, and she starts moving weakly. In a few seconds she’s regained her form, and is sitting up, gathering herself.
You turn back to look at yourself in the mirror. At this point, you basically look like a bald, 3D version of Vivi. Somehow, you don’t find the image that you see as appealing as hers -- you basically look like an anthropomorphic sphynx cat. It’s like your body was stretched and contorted to fit her space, but only just enough to do so.
Vivi’s reflection joins yours in the mirror, looking at you with a grimace.
“Ouch. Was that really the look you were going for?” she asks you.
“No, of course not!” you retort, turning to her. “I thought it would be fun to see what it felt like to be you, but I didn’t expect this to happen.”
“Fair enough, but what can I say. There’s just no replicating the genuine article,” she says, posing with her hands behind her head. This draws your attention to something else: her zipper is gone. Her eyes follow yours, and she laughs.
“Oh, I already took care of that. You left this with your clothes on the floor, remember?” she asks, as she lowers her hands from behind her. In one of them, she holds the pencil. Your eyes go wide.
“Hah! What’s wrong, worried you can’t take what you dish out?” she says, pointing the pencil towards you menacingly. “You’ve had your fun, but I think it’s my turn to have a go with this.”