Deciding you needed a smoke, you set it so that objects would retain their ability to communicate with their new owners, and quickly pressed down on the transform button. The excited coworker standing in front of you was soon dwindled down into a little white cigarette, screaming in fear as she realized she wasn't a bra.
"What did you make me? We agreed on a bra!" Mia screamed in fear. You bent down and grabbed the small piece of nicotine delivery before holding her up to a mirror on the wall. "A cigarette?! Really!? What do you want with a- Oh no, no. You can't smoke me!" She protested, to which you remained silent and walked towards the window.
You grabbed a lighter and watched as the tip burned, the poor girl screaming in pain as you took a slow draw of smoke which must have been her soul. You continued with her, until the once screaming woman was nothing but a little butt, her entire body now spread out to who knows where with the wind carrying the smoke like it did.
You felt good, although that was probably just the nicotine, and you wanted to transform someone else. Looking online, you found
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