Anna-Nicole stared as Rachel walked away, stopped, looked over her shoulder worryingly at her friend.
"I am okay. Go, have fun! I'll ring you," She called, smiling.
Behind, she heard a nylon drone tussling with a former employee. She turned to look, nodded her ascent, the look of fright on the woman's eyes was...
"Fuck's sake," Anna-Nicole put her hand against a rack of clothing, feeling her chest suddenly tight.
The clothes on the rack changed at her touch; cotton becoming nylon, polyester, artificial and gaudy colours that matched her strange styling. Dresses now clingy and tight.
What is... going on with me? I should've been able to convert Rachel relatively quickly but... Anna-Nicole thought, slowly bringing her breathing under control. Converting others, that's what she wanted, right? Then, why did she hesitate with Rachel? She would look so much better as an Anna-Nicole fangirl, of course, but... she was still her bestie and you just didn't do that to your bestie.
"All have been converted, Anna-Nicole!" A plastic-skinned drone said happily.
Anna-Nicole looked up. The woman's skin shone under the white lamps. Plastic and perfect, and beautiful. Her bobcut, her layered tights and colourful kneesocks matching her tight spandex dress so well. She looks like me. She looks hot. I like it. Everyone will be like that, The thought brought a smile to her face.
"Great! Let's make sure everything here is a trap for anyone who wanders in first," She said, feeling like it could be a good idea even if deep inside she felt it was kind of clichéd for some reason. "Meet by the cashiers, I've got an idea of how we can make more Anna-Nicoles."
"Yes, your wonderfulness."
