Her relief was short-lived, however. it didn't take long before a tremendous disorientation struck, and she was forced prone to her bed to avoid another nausea attack.
she itched. she itched all over; especially all around her lips and mouth, and down her chest, following the trail of salve residuum. she wished she could get up and wash it off, but couldn't balance enough to even sit up, so settled for fatigued scratching. when her fingers met her face, however, she gradually noticed something was wrong. she couldn't feel her lips... couldnt open her mouth to scratch inside...
she let loose a muffled squeak as she realized: her mouth had disappeared entirely.
she was genuinely panicking now. she kept scratchingfrantically where her mouth was supposed to be, questions fluttering through her mind. how would she talk? how would she eat? But she couldn't focus on freaking out for long; The itching was growing more intense, and it was spreading.
as she scratched, her probing fingers relayed more shocking news. Her tiny pink nipples had vanished, her small breasts now as featureless as her crotch. her hands roamed to her backside, and she could not even find her buttcrack, let alone its usual opening.
the itching intensified in her face, and she scrunched her eyes in dread, then immediately regretted it. she found she could no longer open them, and her fingers confirmed: it was like she never had eyes there to begin with. she started to scream, softly and muffled, until, abruptly, her nose vanished as well.
she wasn't breathing anymore. this fact alone filled her mind for what must have been minutes.
when she regained hold of her senses, she wearily noticed she was somehow still alive. the itching had stopped, but that was small comfort, now.
she had been reduced to a blank, featureless doll. she couldn't see, or talk, or go to the bathroom, or even hear her own soft whimpering anymore. evidently he ears had also disappeared at some point. why on earth did she drink that damnable salve?!
Idly, she rubbed her featureless crotch, and her blank face. they felt like smooth, unbroken and undifferentiated skin. she felt more terrified, frustrated, and horny than she ever had in her life.
what was she going to do now? what could she even try?