You pause, the tiny nearly invisible latex balloon girl you are, and open the magical slip at your hip, taking the brush back out. Applying it to yourself, you inflate and stretch, giggling as your body even makes little squeak noises, until you are back to full human size, though still translucent latex full or air, not organs. You simply peel the latex layer from yourself and in no time at all, back to Emma with your pixie cut and tomboyish figure. But no, the power of the brush is intoxicating, and why would you do that, until you need to resume life as Emma?
Making your way back to the old medical building that serves as your apartments, at least on the third floor, you make your way in, squeezing through the gap of a closed of doorway, now in the abandoned lobby of the medical wing. Every entrance is bared and locked, so there is no way in without noticeable breaking and forced entry. At least, no way in for a human. But an invisible balloon girl? Piece of cake. Making your way upstairs, you find an empty room with a stainless steel table, likely an autopsy lab or something, and while that is a bit macabre, it works for your purposes of toying with the brush. And yourself.
Taking out the brush, bristles gleaming with your intent, you:
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