Your eyes try to focus, but feel like they're miles away. Disoriented, you try to get up.
You can't.
You still hear Rave Music, so the oarty must still be going, but you're frozen.
You begin to feel an odd sensation on your body. Has it be tampered with? Did the magic really change you?
Failing to be able to look down, you continue to stare blankly, waiting.
Several minutes pass, when some Drunken bimbo, (Probably Magically Enhanced), begins to cone over to you. She grabs you, and you
realize how light you are. As she presses against your skin, you feel latex all over you. And as she feels around, you begin to see a
shape of your new body.
You're a woman?
So now, you're some sort of inflatable sex-toy. Great. People begin tossing you around, cheering, sticking everything up everything of
yours. Intense pain and pleasure simeltaneosly.
Hours later, the music has stopped, and it looks like everyone has either passed out, or gone home. Have they forgotten about you? Are
you not important? Suddenly, a drunken, shambling man, stumbles over towards you. He picks you up, and you begin to feel violated
one again as he opens something up.
You hear a pop, as something is attached to something, and then the whir of a vacuum.
You begin deflating, and you begin folding in on yourself. Within moments, he clumsily stuffs you, now deflated, in the closet.