Jim couldn't move, and he felt considerably lighter. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see a large beach ball with eyes
staring back at him through the mirror. His legs, arms, head and genitalia were gone, and his skin had been replaced with colorful,
striped rubber, his entire form re-shaped into a sphere.
"How do you like it, my dear?" the artist asked sweetly.
Not sure how she expected him to respond, Jim rolled his eyes, trying his best to communicate to her that he though she was absolutely
bonkers for thinking ho could actually enjoy being a beach ball, of all things.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll learn to love it," the artist responded. "Don't worry. It will only last until morning. Now for the final detail. . . I just
wanted to let you see yourself before I finished you up." And with that, she swiped the brush across Jim's eyes, leaving him blind, and
completely unrecognizable as ever having been human. Casually, she picked up the beach ball, unplugging the air hole (where Jim's
genitals had once been), took a deep breath, and exhaled into the hole, pumping up the ball with more air. Jim cringed with ecstasy as
his rubber skin stretched against the pressure.
Once she had filled the beach ball to capacity, the artist tossed it across the room. It bounced a couple of times before flying out the
back door and into the pool, where it was immediately seized by a group of boys swimming out there. Quick arrangements were made,
and Jim was then used for the next two hours for an increasingly rough game of beach ball. . .