Anna-Nicole strutted away with a confident look on her face. She'd ordered the new clothes to march back to the original Anna-Nicole all on her own.
Three looming figured marched in front of her. Muscular men with a pipe, a metal bat and a rusty hanger in their hands. The look on their faces told a story of contempt, and it was read with the echoes of their screams.
"You! You freak, you think we're going to let you change anyone else?"
"You're dead bitch, get on the ground now so we can beat it out of ya!"
"Don't cross us!"
The pale-faced woman gave an expression as stony as her blank white face would allow. She flicked out her fingers, paralyzing the 3 instantly as their own clothing strapped into their nervous system and stood them still. She gave a whirl of one of her fingers, turning one's head and neck around like a bobble head rapidly, contorting it into a twisted mesh until it it dislocated from it's body as nothing more than woman's panties. With a release the rest of the body was crunched into silky fabric and became a folded bra.
"Please, don't hurt us-" One uttered with the fringe freedom of his lips. Black veins underneath reached to his eyes and mouth reaffirming her grip on him further, and choking the voice out of him.
"Oh, weren't you just going to hurt me? Silence, I've no patience for you fools." Anna-Nicole squeezed her fist and his body twisted, sculpted, scalped and crunched inwards as if here were a paper doll being made into a paper ball. When she released her hand the compressed flesh had morphed into a woman's button up blouse.
She turned to the third one. With the slightest wave of her fingers, she mangled both his arms at a grace even a conductor might admire. They contorted out of place continually until their flesh gave out and went limp as unfolded opera gloves. She walked up to the rest of him slowly, thinking of all the devious punishments she could dole out next.
