The Rachel turned Fashion minded Anna-Nicole strut into a shoestore. She saw one male clerk hiding under the register, cowering. With a coy smirk she ordered him to come out.
"N-no way! I saw what they did to you! You're just do the same to me!" He went out and took a shotgun, aiming it at her face. "Get the hell out of my store!"
She merely rolled her eyes and flicked her fingers. The shoelaces from all nearby shoes wrapped around his arms and made him chuck the gun away. "You can control clothes?" He screamed.
"Among other things."
She made the shoe laces tie him to the floor, than snuck over and raised her fingertips. As if telekinetic, she twisted his arms and legs abit by controlling the sleeves and pants he wore. With a crackle of energy from her fingers, his own clothes seemed to turn against him, fusing with his skin and body. His veins seemed to strangle tightly, almost merging with his clothes as the color from them seeped into his blood and the vital red quickly flowed out. They spread throughout his body, eventually reaching his throat and face as the changes choked him uptop as well.
"You know the funnest part of this process? Your blood vessels get to be like fashionable threads to me, threads for sewing, for stitching and remolding! And once I take control of them you'll be all mine." The veins reached his eyes and trained them of all color, making his irises milky white. He was her plaything now.
