Heading up to the counter, you ring the bell, to which the clerk comes right up. "Yes
sir?" She asks politely. "Well, i've decided that I would like to see myself painted as a
Beautifal Woman." You say, showing obvious interest. "Right this way." She says, and
very quickly begins walking off, to which you follow. She leads you to a back room,
where a man, undoubtedly the Artist, greets you with a smile. "Hey man, now may I
ask what you would like to look like today?" He says, grinning. "Well, I want to see
what I'd look like painted as a Woman." You say, kind-of Embarressed. "Alright, my
favorite kind! Any specific woman you had in mind? Black, Naked, Anthro.." He says,
trailing off. "Suprise me." You say, confident that the man, with obvious talent, will pick
somethinf nice. "Alright, man. Stand on the Pedestal and Make a sexy pose!" he says,
and you quickly put your hands on your hips and tilt, whens suddenly you feel your
entore body fall apart, erupting a loud scream out of you before you hear the *Splat*
of paint, and you become silent. You can't move, but you can see a dark figure infront
of you, moving his hands about, with a large stick in his hands. He gruts infrustration
"Damn, the Paint spread again?" he said, and dipping his brush in White Paint, you
feel his Removing alot of your skin, which felt like it was sagging. Now, it becomes
increasingly obvious, more-so when he adjusts the light and you can see his face
clearly. It's the painter! And you're being painted!
What is he painting you into?