“They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I didn’t appreciate that,” Vivi says. “I think I’ll start by taking back those bits that you borrowed from me. They look better on me anyway. But I’ll need you to hold still.”
With that, she begins moving the pencil around as she draws in the air. Suddenly your feet feel strange. You look down to see them distended and seemingly attached to the floor. Your flesh melds seamlessly from your ankles into the carpet. You try to give your legs a tug, but nearly fall over as they refuse to budge.
“Hey, let’s not get carried away here. It was just a harmless joke,” you say nervously.
“Don’t worry, I love jokes. Don’t you know who you’re talking to? In fact, you’ve shown me just how much joke-making potential this pencil has. I’m just going to fix you, because right now you look absolutely pawful,” she says, emphasizing the awful pun as she flips the pencil around so that the eraser is facing you. As she moves it, you feel as if it’s pressing against your hands. You look down in response and watch helplessly as your clawed hands lose definition and quickly deform into fleshy mitts.
“Haha, very funny,” you say. “Now let me go so we can fix all of this. I promise I’ll share the pencil with you if that’s what you want.”
“You know, I don’t remember you having a muzzle before either. I could do with a bit less yapping,” she answers. She erases again. Cross-eyed, you watch the tip of your nose disappear along with your mouth as your snout is replaced with blank flesh. Suddenly, you don’t feel the need to breath anymore, but you still try to open your mouth in panic. However, your jaw doesn’t move. You can’t feel any hollow space underneath the skin where your teeth and tongue should be, either.
“Then I suppose the ears go next,” she says. You feel the press of the phantom eraser against the ears on top of your head. Soon, Vivi’s laugh is muffled sounding as she giggles at her handiwork.
“Now that we’ve gone this far, I might as well finish up the theme. You look a bit like a mannequin, but I don’t think they’re supposed to have these,” Vivi teases, swiping the eraser three times in quick succession. The you feel the first two against your nipples. You move your hand-shaped nubs at the ends of your arms over the smooth flesh that now covers the entirety of your breasts. The third swipe takes away your navel.
“And of course, this area needs to be reworked,” she continues. This time she’s a bit less surgical with the pencil. As you feel it begin on your recently-acquired womanhood, the sensation is different. You watch the pencil’s work as it erases a huge chunk of you between your legs, leaving an empty space at the base of your crotch. Vivi quickly redraws your pelvic region sealed and devoid of genitalia. You reach down to inspect what she did, to find that the smooth skin goes all the way back, replacing your asshole as well.
“I keep thinking about it, but you just don’t look right with the eyes. That zipper trick gives me an idea. I wonder if this will work,” Vivi continues, ignoring your frantic inspection of your changing body. Suddenly, the world goes dark as you feel the pencil working on your face. Just as quickly, you can see again, but it feels different. You can’t seem to move your eyes around or close them. In fact, you can’t feel eyes at all. You move your “hand” up to inspect your face, but you only feel flat, featureless skin. As you watch your hand creep into your vision, covering and then and passing out of your sightline, you get the impression that you’re seeing somewhere out of the middle of your head, but you don’t understand how. You turn your head back towards Vivi.
“Judging by your reaction, I’m guessing you can see. I guess intent goes a long way with the drawings this thing makes,” Vivi explains, admiring the pencil. She then uses it one last time on your feet, freeing them but leaving them as roughly foot shaped masses of flesh. She draws a full-length mirror in front of you for you to admire her work.
You about wouldn’t believe it was your image staring back at you if it didn’t follow your gestures and inspections. Just as Vivi said, without any distinguishing features, you look just like a female mannequin. Albeit, a creepy one covered in skin that can move, but a mannequin nonetheless.
Vivi’s reflection joins yours in the mirror as she stands behind you.
“See? I can play jokes too. Isn’t this fun?” she says.
You shake your head, causing her to laugh.
“Oh, lighten up, you shouldn’t play pranks if you can’t take them too. Don’t worry, this doesn’t have to be permanent. I’ve got lots of ideas on how to use this thing, and I think you’d be the perfect friend to help me.”