"What's happening, why cannot I move?" one of the woman screamed out.
"Cannot-control- my body!" The other yelled. She tried to move her arm to resist, the threads inside intensified and veins seemed to swirl to the surface, making her nerves rather unstable.
"I wouldn't struggle if I were you. The process an be quite painful if you snap your own arm off before it's converted from it's worthless flesh." The Fashion Anna-Nicole declared. She had them walk right to her.
"What do you want from us?" The woman asked.
"Oh, it's not what I want. It's what Anna-Nicole needs! She needs fashion, needs fame and fabulousness! And you won't help that the way you are I'm afraid." Nicole gave the woman good look, inspecting her paralyzed body and deciding she would make a nice pair of risque, exoaic stockings and garter belts.
With a single thought, the woman's arms twisted out of place like a shriveled wet towel, becoming hosiery in the process. Another sent her legs and waist spiraling, twisting painfully into hose. And with a final thought the rest of her body was twirled and squeezed out into nothing. No blood or flesh remained, just sexy stockings, garter belts and new fashions for the all powerful Anna-Nicole. Another successful conquest.
"Now, what should you become?" Nicole turned her attention towards the other woman.
