Angie tapped on the “Stuffed Animal” option, and then a new menu popped up. It gave the girl the choice to be conscious or unconscious, and animate or inanimate. Angie chose to be “Conscious” and “Inanimate,” causing the tablet to voice a message.
“Processing request. Please stare at your device’s camera,” it said.
The girl did so, occasionally peeking at the screen. On it was a progress bar, that was slowly but surely, moving forward. Eventually, the bar was 95% of the way full, and another message was voiced.
“The transformation beam is almost ready,” the tablet informed, “Stare at the device’s camera.”
Angie’s attention was fully on the camera. She waited, and then suddenly, a pink light emanated from it. The girl stared at it, until it dissipated. Then, a notification popped up on the tablet.
It said, “The beam successfully hit. Your transformation will occur in the next few minutes. Please leave a review.”
Angie was so excited, that she immediately turned the tablet off, and set it on her nightstand. Then, she sat down on her bed, eagerly awaited her new form.
Shortly afterwards, the girl felt a tingling sensation in her entire body. She was also shrinking rapidly. Angie glanced at her arms, and saw that they were being enveloped in pink fur. Soon, the shrinking stopped, but the fur kept traveling around her body. Soon, her entire body was covered in it. Then, she felt her ears travel up her head, her mouth push outwards, and her whole body generally get pudgier. It was scary for Angie at first, but she was able to calm herself. She felt more changes, such as her eyes hardening and a tail growing out of her, before they stopped altogether. The tablet made a notification noise, most likely to alert the now plush-girl of the transformation’s success.
“It worked!” Angie tried to shout, in pure awe.
It didn’t work. Her mouth didn’t move. The plush-girl wondered why that was at first, until she realized the she picked the “Inanimate” option. Then, a startling revelation came to her mind.
“How am I going to turn back?” Angie thought.
She wasn’t think far enough ahead, and now, was trapped as a stuffed animal.
“Am I going to be like this forever!?” she thought, “I don’t want that!”
Just as the plush-girl was panicking, she heard a knock at her bedroom door, and a question.
“Angie? Are you in there?” a familiar voice asked.
It was Tiffany, one of the plush-girl’s best friends.
“They must be here already,” Angie thought, “Help! I’m a stuffed animal!”
Obviously, the people on the other side couldn’t hear her. The door opened, and three girls poured into the room.
“Angie, where are you?” Chloe, one of the girls, asked.
“Her dad said she was up here,” Vanessa, the last one, said.
“I’m right here!” the plush-girl tried to yell.
Tiffany walked out of the room, in search of her friend.
Chloe turned to the bed, and stared at Angie.
“I didn’t know Angie still sleeps with stuffed animals,” she said with a giggle, “Do you think she plays with them as well?”
The plush-girl was offended that her own friend was saying such things about her.
“Shut up, Chloe,” Vanessa said, “I sleep with them too.”
Tiffany butted in, “I can’t find Angie anywhere.”
“That’s a shame,” Chloe said, still staring at the plush-girl.
“Why are are so fixated on that stuffed fox?” Vanessa asked.
“I think we should do something with it,” Chloe informed.
“Like what?” Tiffany asked.
Chloe replied, “…