Watching from the top of a stand, distressed but showing little was a young girl. A lady that could pass for her mother, although the child held no such distinction cowered and hid below. The girl watched as the man struggled, slivers of fear running inside her but drawing no reaction.
"N-never! I won't become one of you, you things!" The struggling man said as his shirt started to reform into a shiny tanktop. Breastforms began appearing and his limbs slendered out, fitting nicely with his leggings and thong. Deep in his mind, thought of how sexy he was beginning to look manifested, and as he tried to fight them off amidst the fear and loathing for these creatures, but it became harder to focus on why he should be even hating them, and easier to consider why she'd soon be perfect like her sexy sisters.
"I... must resist... must escape... most... convert more... of others to be sexy like, me! NO-" The man's pleas went on death ears as another katie pushed his chest down and yet another gripped his mouth tight, leaving hot pink petite lips underneath. As each Katie in turn gathered and pushed him under, the last bits of his former self were snuffed out, like one's identity being pulled under and drowned in a fabulous wave of pretty, petty conformity.
"That was so super awesome! Let's go get'em sisters!" She cheered, stretching her finely manicured nails out.
"Totes babe." The muscular Katie said. They all looked around for their next victim, and looked no further than the near glassy eye'd girl standing on top a stand without apprehension. The group grinned to each other and nodded, approaching slowly.
