The drone continued to stomp and roll over Rachel without hesitation. The more it steps over her, the more it shrunk itself, falling and sinking into her body. Rachel's veins started to go black as the color was drained from her.
"P-please stop Anne! I'll never tell anyone, just don't hurt me! We were besties, remember!" She screamed.
"Yes, and now we'll stay besties! You should be glad that you're becoming part of my fashion!" Anne-Nicole chuckled.
The drone completely vanished into Rachel. Her veins had tightened up and skin had gone pale, but Anne-Nicole shook her head and snapped her fingers. As if going in reverse, the veins started to pump inwards, and a new color soaked up into her paper white faded skin. The knee socks tightened on Rachel's legs and soon became a permanent fixture.
Anne-Nicole watched as her Bestie underwent a transformation to become fully a part of her "Fashion."
