Evening time was finally here, and Phoebe was just returning to the mansion from her long day of shopping and checking in on her favorite relief stations downtown. As she came through the front doors, she slammed them loudly behind her, announcing her return home in grand fashion. “Sweety, I’m home!” She said loudly, knowing Michelle probably wouldn’t respond considering she was most likely in bed still feeling sick. “I better go check on Michelle and see if she’s feeling better, and if not, maybe I can find a way to make her feel better.” She handed off her several shopping bags to the butler standing near the door, and skipped her way upstairs to check on Michelle.
As Phoebe got up to the room, she softly pushed open the door trying not to wake Michelle. But as she entered, she noticed Michelle was not in bed. In fact, she couldn’t find her wife anywhere. What she did noticed was a note that was placed on the bed. She picked it up and saw that it was supposedly written by Michelle. It read: ‘Phoebe, if you find this note, just know that I am feeling a lot better now than I did this morning. So much better in fact, that I planned a special surprise for you down in the art room. So why don’t you head down there and pick up your surprise. And promise not to be gentle, ok? -Love, Michelle’
Phoebe giggled, “A surprise eh? I always do love your surprises Michelle. Guess I’d better not keep her waiting. Whatever Michelle’s turned herself into, I’m sure the anticipation is killing her.” As she was about to turn and leave the room, Phoebe finally let herself notice the incessant banging of glass that was coming from Jade’s terrarium. She had zoned it out since entering the room, but it was so loud and annoying now that she couldn’t ignore it. “Oh my god, will you please stop Jade! Geez, you can be so annoying sometimes.” She walks over to the sad looking snake and leans down so she is eye to eye with her. “I’m sorry for yelling Jade. I didn’t mean to scare you. You probably just want some attention from your favorite owner Michelle right? Well, sorry to disappoint you but she’s busy right now trying to make me, her wife, happy. Not some pathetic snake that’s nothing more than a sex toy these days. And if you don’t stop banging on that damn glass, I will make sure to add you to my ever growing collection of relief stations. Im sure Sara would love for you to join her in sucking off random dudes for a living.” Phoebe scoffed at the snake that was looking defeated and sad now. Little did she know that Jade was actually now her wife Michelle, while Chrissy was off plotting her ultimate revenge somewhere else.
After belittling her pet snake/wife, Phoebe made her way back downstairs to the art room to see what fun transformation Michelle chose to surprise her with. Personally, she had hoped Michelle turned herself into a massive vibrator or even something more exotic. The ideas were endless for what Michelle could have chosen for her new form, but none of that would matter much longer, for when Phoebe stepped foot inside the room and approached the Reshaper, the heavy door to the room slammed shut and locked behind her, eliciting a quick squeak of shock out of Phoebe.
She quickly went to the door and tried opening it, only to find it was firmly shut and locked from the outside. Nervous, Phoebe started to talk out loud to whoever her captor was, hoping this was all an elaborate prank by Michelle. “Haha, very funny! Oh no, I’m trapped in this room with no way to escape, whatever shall I do. Great joke Michelle, but seriously, what’s the deal here? You hoping I jump in the Reshaper and change myself into something for you? Not gonna happen Sweety. So why don’t you stop hiding, unlock the door and come in here and give your wife a new vibrator? I think that sounds fun, don’t you?”
After waiting for some sort of response, Phoebe started to question whether Michelle was behind any of this. But who would have access to their mansion and know about the art room? Then, it hit her like a brick. The only other person in the mansion was Chrissy. But how did she escape her terrarium and how was she able to lock her in this room?
As she started questioning how Chrissy could have escaped, she heard the slightest of clicks come from above her, and as fast as she could, Phoebe leaped to the side of where she was originally standing and just narrowly dodged a giant falling panel that would have surely flattened her. Even though she avoided being completely flattened one of her legs did get caught under the panel, so Phoebe had to desperately pull, and pull on her leg to free it. She was successful in freeing her leg, but only after it was stretched out immensely into a long thin rope. Angry, but impressed by Chrissy’s quick setup of this scheme, Phoebe laughed wickedly, before focusing on her noodle like leg for a moment, before it suddenly popped back to normal in a matter of seconds.
Chrissy was stunned as she watched What Phoebe had just done from the safety of the mansion’s security room. She had never seen someone restore their body with such ease. Heck, it took days for her to restore herself from being flattened back in the day, but it was clear Phoebe had been practicing and honing her bodies malleable abilities. This discovery made Chrissy a little nervous. Was her plan going to work on someone so skilled?
Chrissy shook the doubt from her mind. Her plan had to work. Her friends humanity depended on it. As she was about to speak into the comms system, Phoebe addressed her hidden kidnapper. “A falling panel? That’s the best you could come up with? Come on Chrissy, you can do so much better than that.” With malice in her eyes, Phoebe suddenly shifted her view to a camera in the corner of the room, gazing into the eyes of her captor. “Yes, I know it’s you Chrissy. And I have to say I’m impressed you found a way to get the best of me. But do you really think locking me in a room will free your friends?”
Before Phoebe could try any kind of mind games, Chrissy cut her off, “Shut up! I don’t think you quite grasp how much danger you are in right now. The only person that could have saved you is currently enjoying being my replacement as Jade, so I suggest you choose your words very carefully, because they might have an impact on what I end up doing to you.”
Phoebe raised an eyebrow to the camera, “So Michelle is Jade now? That explains why that stupid snake was being so annoying earlier. Well, she got what she wanted in the end I guess, so good for her…but now that’s she just some whiny snake, I guess I need to get another divorce now. I can’t be married to such a pathetic creature. Especially since I technically own her now.”
Chrissy was fuming at how fast Phoebe switched from loving Michelle to mocking her. “Seriously?!? Isn’t she your one true friend? The love of your life? How could you turn on her so quickly?”
“Simple really. She was dumb enough to be caught by you and turned into Jade after I told her countless times to let go of her obsession with your alter ego. Heck, not even Vee was this stupid, and she’s a freakin Suckplant now! Her obsession got the best of her and now she must pay the consequences. I learned that same lesson when I was obsessed with you years ago, and now, Michelle must do the same.”
Chrissy was truly baffled by how depraved and cold Phoebe was being. “Wow, that is cold-hearted Phoebe. And that behavior is the exact reason why I cannot let you escape this room. You are a danger to not just me or my friends, but to society as a whole.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Are you done yet? Man, I don’t remember you talking this much before. Look, we both know you don’t have what it takes to defeat me, so why don’t you let me out of this room, and maybe, JUSST maybe, I’ll let you be Jade again.”
Chrissy’s blood was boiling now. “You are unbelievable.”
“No, I’m just being realistic. See, you may have disarmed Michelle, but I have been planning for something like this ever since I got free a while back. There are so many failsafes built into this mansion to protect me and not to mention the strict orders I gave my butlers. Once they catch wind that you have trapped me in here, they will track you down and make quick work of you. Face it, you’ve lost before you even got started….“
Chrissy’s tone suddenly changed from angry to confident. “Heh, What butlers? Oh, you mean the ones you ordered to take the rest of today off earlier today?“
Phoebe was caught off guard by Chrissy’s rhetorical question. “What! I never gave any order to them today!”
Chrissy smiled, “Oh, but you did. Or rather I did after modifying my body to look like you.”
This was the first time Chrissy could tell Phoebe was flustered as the trapped redhead readjusted her position. “Whatever, there’s still plenty of failsafes in place to-“
“Yeah, those are gone too.” Chrissy said sharply as she cut off Phoebe mid sentence, eliciting a quick gasp from her.
“What! B-bu-but how? Only I am able to deactivate them.”
“We’re you not listening? I literally turned myself into you earlier. Plus, it helps that you got real chatty with Michelle some nights and spilled the beans on numerous ‘top secret’ passcodes. Oh, While we’re on the topic, maybe don’t make a facial scan your passcode when you have a machine that can let others steal your face. Deal with it, you are trapped with no one to free you.”
Phoebe was starting to sweat. Her confidence quickly turned to desperate anxiousness as her brain ran over numerous ideas to free herself from this room. But she knew Chrissy was determined and wouldn’t make this easy. But if Chrissy thought she was going to simply jump in the Reshaper for her, she had another thing coming. “So what’s the plan then? Because if you think I’m just gonna hop in the Reshaper and let you win, then you are out of your mind. If you want to transform me that badly, then you’ll have to come down here yourself and make me get in.”
Phoebe felt pretty confident as she try to goad Chrissy into her trap. She knew Chrissy was strong in her own right, but she had a size advantage and knew her only chance of escape was to somehow get Chrissy to come into the room with her so she could force her into the Reshaper. “So what’s it gonna be Chrissy? Think you have what it takes to push me into the machine? Or are you too chicken?” With that final jab at Chrissy’s emotions, Phoebe felt she had done enough to trick Chrissy into losing focus and falling into yet another one of her masterfully set traps. However, as the seconds passed, and the silence lingered, Phoebe grew concerned. Why was Chrissy not responding? Was she on her way down to the art room already?
As she grew more and more restless, her questions were finally answered as a eerie laugh erupted from the intercom in the room. The laugh froze Phoebe in place, sending shivers down her spine. This was the laugh of someone who knew they had one. Someone who was simply playing with their prey, enjoying watching as they desperately try everything in their power to escape what they themselves knew was an inescapable trap. She recognized the laugh easily, because she herself had laughed this way on numerous occasions prior. But now being on the receiving end of this cold, sinister laugh, she understood how it felt to her previous victims. She understood the uneasy feeling of knowing her fate is already sealed, as goosebumps spread over her entire body, paralyzing her in place…She had lost…
Finally the laughing subsided, and Chrissy’s voice came through the comm system once again, “Oh Phoebe, I give you credit. Even in your final minutes as a regular person, you are as defiant as ever. Too bad I’m not some chump who will be ensnared by your taunts. I don’t need to force you into the Reshaper to finish out my plan. In fact, you choosing not to get in makes this more satisfying for me.”
As Phoebe tried to figure out what Chrissy meant by that, she heard a click come from the ceiling in the room. As she looked up to see what the noise was, she started seeing a feint pinkish mist spraying down on her from the emergency sprinkler system in the room. And with a sprinkler positioned in every corner and middle portion of the ceiling, there was no way for Phoebe to avoid the mist that rained down on her. Phoebe tried her best to shake the pink substance off of her body, but with not protection from the sprinklers, her attempts at drying her body was pointless, as about a minute later, Phoebe was completely drenched from head to toe in this pink liquid.
Confused and wet, Phoebe was hoping to hear Chrissy’s voice again, to figure out why she was now coated in this oddly plastic smelling substance. And minutes later when the sprinklers switched off, Chrissy spoke again in a deliberate tone. “So here’s the deal Phoebe. The mist I just coated you with is a very special plastic I discovered years ago while experimenting with Sara and my unique bodies. When introduce to enormous amounts of heat, this plastic will solidify, encasing whatever surface it’s covering completely.”
Like clockwork, just after Chrissy mentioned the heat element, giant heat lamps kicked on in the room, making the temperature rapidly shoot up. Before Phoebe could even process what was happening, she could feel the pink plastic start to harden, and grab hold of her skin. Then Chrissy spoke up again. “Now Phoebe, you have two options. One, you can stand your ground, and not get in the machine, or two, you can be a good little girl and make this easy on yourself by getting in the Reshaper for me to transform you. I must add though. If you decide to stay defiant and not enter the reshaper, the heat will continue to climb in your room, making the plastic covering you become stiffer and stiffer, until you are stuck frozen in place, trapped in a plastic shell. So what’s it going to be?”
Phoebe didn’t have an answer. For the first time ever, she had succumbed to this debilitating sense of fear that swept over her. Though, as the heat increased and she felt the plastic grab at her skin tighter, she knew her decision. She had to make it to the Reshaper. She did not want her final moments of humanity to be as some plastic effigy on display to be laughed at and humiliated. She had to get to the machine. That was the better of the two evils.
So with her choice made, Phoebe began her panicked journey over to the Reshaper, which really wasn’t more than maybe 25 feet from where she originally stood frozen in terror. But with the plastic slowly solidifying to her body, her mobility became increasingly impaired. First it was simply that her torso felt stiff and hard to move, but as she took a couple more steps towards salvation, her legs began to lose functionality as well.
But she fought through the stiffness, and continued to find a way to make her legs move productively towards her goal. After another minute passed, her joints in her legs had been rendered useless, frozen stiff by the plastic. The same had happened to her arms as well, freezing them straight out to her sides with just a slight bend in each at the elbow. But Phoebe pushed forward. Since she still had movement in her hips, she was able to waddle her way towards the reshaper. Getting closer and closer by the second.
Phoebe could feel the heat still climbing in the room. She figured it had to be in the hundreds by now, as the the art room had essentially been turned into a kiln at this point. But she was so close to her destination. The Reshaper was almost within reach, about a foot or two away. But with her limited motion, what was a matter of feet, turned into what felt like miles. But she was still determined to save what little pride she had left, and as she felt her hip and shoulder joints finally being overtaken by the immense heat, she made a last ditch lunge with her whole body towards the machine. With every muscle and every fiber of her being, Phoebe flung her immobile body towards the opening of the Reshaper. For her efforts, Phoebes now motionless body teetered over the edge of the opening of the machine. Phoebe now prayed that luck would swing her way in this embarrassing moment and she would topple into the Reshaper rather than fall with a loud thud to the floor of the room.
And sure enough, Phoebe’s prayers were answered as her plastic covered body tipped and slid down into the Reshaper, leaving her laying still in the machine. Happy with her small victory, Phoebe’s mind started to come to terms with her predicament…That was until she realized the new problem that presented itself. Sure she had successfully gotten into the Reshaper, but without any use of her limbs, she couldn’t close the compartment, which would have saved her from the ever increasing heat of the room she was in since the Reshaper was temperature regulated inside. So Phoebe laid motionless in the machine, unable to secure her small victory after all.
Chrissy continued to watch for a few minutes longer, waiting to see if Phoebe would somehow manage to shut the Reshaper door, but after a bit longer, she determined Phoebe had officially lost all movement. So with victory in her grasp, Chrissy got up out of her seat in the security room, and began her journey down to the art room, excited to finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. Once she verified Phoebe was no longer a threat, she would free Sara and her friends from their subjugation.
As she approached the art room door, still looking like a clone of Phoebe as to not be suspicious to the butlers, Chrissy pulled out a remote that was what controlled the temperature of the art room. She decided to leave the heat increasing in the room as she had made her trip over, just to make sure that the plastic was good and hardened around Phoebes body. She switched off the heat as she stood in front of the door, and decided to wait a couple minutes as the heat died down in the room.
Once the temperature stabilized, Chrissy pushed the door open, and made her way straight for the Reshaper. She glanced back and forth as she marched forward to her destination, scanning to make sure Phoebe didn’t somehow escape her plastic prison, but she saw no sign of an escape. Finally, as she stepped up to the machine, Chrissy took a deep breath in and exhaled. This was it. She had defeated Phoebe and Michelle and was free from being an object for their pleasure. Tears trickled down her face as she swelled up inside with relief and joy.
Wiping the tears away, Chrissy moved closer to the machine and leaned over the opening to view her plastic adversary. However, what Chrissy saw laying in the Reshaper was not what she was expecting at all. Sure, It was obviously Phoebe’s body that laid motionless in the machine, but what caught Chrissy off guard was the size that the plastic coated girl now was. Apparently, since Chrissy had left the heat on and increasing during the time she slowly made her way to the art room, the heat had risen so much that the plastic encasing Phoebe began to act like shrink wrap around the poor girl’s body. By the time Chrissy had turned off the heat in the room, Phoebe had already been compressed and shrunken down by the plastic so much that she was now the size of a doll. Not even the size of a doll actually. She had been reduced down to nothing more than a 3 inch tall plastic figurine of herself, left laying in the Reshaper for Chrissy in this moment to discover the now inanimate girl.
After the initial shock, Chrissy reached down into the machine and scooped up the plastic Phoebe figurine and looked her over. She stared deep into Phoebe’s frozen eyes before she tapped on Phoebes body a few times to confirm she was now nothing more than a glorified plastic toy. She knew Phoebe was still alive behind her plastic shell based on her own experience with being shrunken down and encased in weird materials. When transformed like this, there was no need to breathe. She didn’t know why that was, but she knew that it was true, and that Phoebe was in no danger in her current state…well, other than being trapped as a plastic doll by her least favorite person in the world.
Once Chrissy was satisfied, she tucked the Phoebe doll into her ample cleavage that she had due to still being a clone of Phoebe, and headed upstairs with an excited grin on her face. As she swung the bedroom door open proudly, she skipped over to the nightstand and slammed down Phoebe’s body with authority, leaving the tiny plastic girl laying flat on her back on the nightstand, in sight for Michelle/Jade to see. At the sight of her wife’s figurine body laying inert in front of her, Michelle lowered her cobra head in sadness and regret, as Chrissy went to the bathroom to prepare herself for a good night’s sleep after a demanding and tiring day. As she laid down in bed, she almost couldn’t fall asleep due to the excitement of freeing her friends welling up inside her. But finally she went to sleep, knowing the next day she would see Sara again. Finally, she had won.