Nate holds his hands in front of his as they begin to itch and burn. Scratching the top of his hand he notices that his skin feels more firm, and it doesnt move right.
He gasps as his fingers stiffen and bend at right angels like he is gripping a bottle or making sort of a fist. He cant move his hands anymore as he sees his flesh begin to show strange new patterns. Woodgrain emerges as his hands become wooden and a small join forms at his wrist as his forearms begin to change.
He feels the itching spread to chest and legs, and in his hair. Panicking he uses his stiff hands to rip his shirt over his head, feeling it snag on his log pointed donkey ears, he manages at last to remove it.
He chest is becoming hard, breathing is difficult as his insides turn to sawdust and his bodu becomes wood. He feels his donkey ears stiffen and reaching up his wooden hands to feel them makes a little thump as his hands knock on his now wooden ears. His hair on his head is stiffening too, growing in to a wooden replica of hair like a helmet painted to resemble hair.
Nate is making creaking sounds when he moves and his joints are now just wooden joins between his arm pieces, little metal pieces allow him to bend.
He takes a deep breath and pulls his pants and underwear down slowly and then opens his eyes to see what new horror awaits him. Between his legs his genitals are stiffening and turning to wood, but something else is happening too. He is being remodeled, and soon all he has between his legs is a small wood bulge to suggest he is male, but that is all. Nobody ever made a wooden puppet to be anatomically correct he decides.
His legs feel week as they change and his knees buckle sending him in to a clattering pile on the floor of his trachcan air-baloon cockpit. As his face changes he can feel his mouth become dry and his eyes turn to wood, now just painted on his wooden head. His nose grows and becomes a comical representation of itself and he sees it stucking out. He wonders if he tells a lie, will it grow?
With all his effort he manages to pull himself up using the edge of the trashcan, its very difficult to hold on without fingers but his hooked hands grip with efficiency.
His donkey tail behind him is also wooden, jointed in several places to allow it to move. Looking down he sees that he is no longer Nate, but he is now a wooden puppet. His previous thought having come to shocking reality. Pinochio, he wasnt a puppet until he tried to escape from Pleasure Island.
It was just going to be another day of skipping school and having fun at a private carnival on out on an island. Now Nate wonders where the winds will take him and his swollen balloon friend drifting gently on the breeze.