Walking past the vanity you find yourself drawn to the dress form in the corner. You don't see them often these days so it seemed to stand out to you, or atleast that was your reasoning that influenced your movements. In reality you were going where you were led, not where you chose to go.
It was cold in the room, but the dress form was colder and the closer you got to it, the colder you felt. Up until you reached out your hand and touched it in the chest.
You felt off, not cold, just off. It was as if the world started slowly turning and the vertigo was hitting you exponentially. You didn't feel at home in your own skin. Or rather, you didn't feel human at all. You were hollowing out on the inside and your outside was starting to change.
Your hand was still making contact with the dress form. You tried to pull away, but it wouldn't move. You would worry, but it felt kind of... sensual.
Your skin went a shade of light blue with other parts becoming pure white. Your fingers melted away into your palms. Then your palms melted away into your wrists. Each time a part melted you were drawn in closer to the dress form. You were, more at one with the dress form.
Your head fell inside of your neck as you noticed a certain shape forming. It was the shape of the bodice of a dress. You were becoming a ball gown! You would yell and scream in fear, but you weren't afraid. You liked the feeling, it was soothing to feel your body turn into a light fabric.
The bodice wrapped itself around the dress form as your legs puffed outward forming your skirt. You knew that you were beautiful and you were eager to fulfill a young woman's every need as your sole purpose in life.
You felt a soft hand on your chest, you could feel her smile.