"H-help guys! HELP!" Wendy screamed, to everyone's panic. Clyde rushed in to help, but the two other women blocked him off, smiling all the same.
As the elegant dollish lady giggled, she squeezed Wendy back and forth, huggling her like a mother might to their child.
"Time~to~Play!" It spoke singsong, massaging Wendy with her smooth gloved hands and emitting a misty pink gas. Wendy felt suddenly faint, but also strangely relaxed. As the gas continued to spray, it got thicker and turned into a stream of cream-colored liquid, coating over Wendy like a spray-on-tan. Her skin became like plastic porcelain, and her grey blouse and white tube were quickly dyed the same pastel pink as the women. "No, doon't! S-stahhhh~"
Despite her barely manageable moans, the women only giggled and continued to rock her, rubbing her fully among it's gentle caress. The spray intensified, now taking up texture that mimic'd the women's own. Wendy's shoes seemed to dissolve, but chic heels morphed in place. Pink and Black stockings seemed to merge overtop her legs as the spray dripped down, and identical elbow-length opera gloves, fit for a princess or courtesan, appeared to remold her arms long and slender, hands perfectly feminized and soft. Her entire body below the neck was beginning to re-solidify from the strange spray as it foamed and dried on her, contorting her wrack, waist and measurements exactly to the women's, right down to the hemline of her newly formed pink bell shaped dress, corseted and poofy-sleeved all the same.
She heard a light giggling in her head. Although Wendy knew she should be pushing away, fighting, trying to escape, anything but stand still the airy feelings making their way into her simply made it impossible. If anything she wanted to hug and snuggle with the women some more, letting her coat and remake her very being so she could be just as girly and pretty as her, than play with any others who needed 'touching up'.
"Cannot give i...n- must... f-...play
