"Stop! In the name of the law, stop right there!" A cop yelled out.
This Anna-Nicole was not amused. She turned her head sideways and strut towards him. "Are you sure you want to do this, 'Officer'? I'll give you to the count of 3 to drop your gun and run. If you do that, I'll be nice and give you a 60 second head start. Who knows, you might even live!"
With a twirl of her finger, a pair of stilettos and silky leggings silently crept up behind him. They started to unravel into pure thread.
"The hell are you talking about? Think I'm joking around, get back or I'll shoot."
The girl merely shook her head. She raised up her hand and put up 3 fingers.
"3"
The threads from the leggings started to sneak into garments, threading themselves unnoticed around his limbs and into his body, muscle flesh and sinew.
"I said GET BACK!"
"2"
They spread quickly, giving his skin a veiny appearance. The last ones were reaching his skull and his tiptoes.
"1"
"Alright that's ENOUGH-"
Before could pull his finger, Anna-Nicole snapped her finger. His gun-arm was the first to go, becoming nothing but silk.
The nerves inside his body twitched and like a twig his entire body snapped into a whirlwind as if gutted up by a fan. From the top to bottom, each swirl gutting him up unraveled new fabric, and with a simple pull she tugged his entire form apart into a pile of threads. She walked forward and kicked the silky near-ball of yarn aisde. With a secondary snap, it started to reform itself, becoming sheer hose, woman's lingerie and tights.
What was previously a live human being was now nothing more than woman's clothing meant to embellish the incomparable Anna-Nicole.
