You leave the bathroom, the clicking of your heels ends as you walk across the hotel room’s carpet. You look around the room again, the big pom poms hanging from your hat dance and smack your face as you turn your head, and you spot something on the bed. You mince toward it, and see its a cell phone - you didn’t see it when you woke up since you were sleeping on it. Picking it up is a challenge, since you now have long glittering pink nails, but you manage to hold it in your fur trimmed hands, and turn it on to see if you have any reception.
Full bars - but the phone has an image gallery open on it which immediately commands your attention. Your eyes widen as you start glancing through the pictures, and all the fur you’ve been encased in doesn’t stop a chill from running down your spine. The first picture is of you at the bar with your friends. The picture was taken covertly from across the bar, neither you nor your friends are aware of the fact you were being spied on. The next picture is of a beer bottle, and a hand is hovering over it with a large white pill. Another hand is in the shot giving the thumbs up. Your hands start shaking, and you swipe the phone to reveal a video - a 10 second clip of the bottle being placed beside you, and the bottle you’ve set down being taken away. The person filming this quickly steps back and manages to capture you blindly grabbing for your bottle and taking a long swig.
Your thin eyebrows furrow overtop of your bright pink eyeshadow. How did no one else notice this? You swipe the phone to reveal a photo of you barely conscious, holding on to the bar for support. The next photo shows you in a cab. You swipe again, and see a photo of you from behind with three women dressed in black dragging you toward the hotel. Swipe - you’re laying on the bed naked, passed out. A large duffel bag is set beside you, and a big mound of bright pink fur can be seen pouring out of it.
The next picture shows you completely shaved bald, and several hands in the frame are doing your makeup. The makeup is in strange flat silver containers, and is being applied very liberally with tiny flat spatulas. It’s hard to tell, but it almost looks like there’s steam coming off the brushes.
Swipe - A large tube with X-19A ADHESIVE written on the side of it is emptying a generous dollop of goo on your chest, the next picture shows two massive breastforms being squished on top of the goo against your chest. Again, you zoom in a bit, and swear you see steam or smoke wisping out from where the adhesive has bonded with the breastforms. You have a really bad feeling about this.
Another picture features a girl wearing the ridiculous poodle outfit you’ve been sealed inside of. She’s posing with a hand stretched out and another behind her head, which is lost in the huge fluffiness of the pink fur hat. The hat is squished around her face, so you can’t make out who it is, but you’re pretty sure its your high school nemesis that made the outfit in the first place. What you do know, is how unbelievably embarrassing she looks wearing the outfit, which makes your skin crawl at the thought of what people are going to say at the sight of you trapped inside of it.
The next picture features you, with thick pink hair extensions stuck around the sides of your head, with the top of your head shaved completely bald. You flick your finger across the screen, and see an image of several tubes of glue squirting their contents on your legs, chest, and shoulders, with someone smoothing the mess out with a thin spatula. Someone off frame is holding one of the big fur boots at the bottom of your foot, and the girl in the background has removed the fluffy dress and is approaching you with it.
The next shot has you from the waist up, with the dress at your waist and open in the back. Someone else has a tube of adhesive, and is emptying it on your back. The next shot is the back of the dress closed, with a pair of hands stitching it shut, the strange steam/smoke is wisping out of the fabric all around your body.. Even if you managed to rip the dress, it’s been glued to your skin, so there is no chance you’d be able to pull it off.
The final picture, the massive fluffy hat is poised above your pink haired head. The entire lining is saturated with thick goo, which is dripping onto your shaved head. The last is you laying on the bed in your fluffy pink outfit, a fine mist of the steam/smoke leaking out from the glued outfit.
After seeing the last photo, you throw the phone against the wall and tug at the big intrusive collar around your neck. Knowing that the outfit is glued to you with several tubes of industrial strength adhesive sends you into a panic, and you begin ripping and pulling at the big monster atop your head. Your head jerks back and forth with your strong pulls, and you feel the strong resistance of the glue sitting between your scalp, the wig, and the hat. Your hands grab at the thick towers of fur surrounding your feet, but everything is sealed on you tight.
Suddenly, the phone begins to ring!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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