Might start posting more of these randomly that show other uses of the Reshaper’s from my Chrissy and Sara universe.

This specific pic displays Marjorie, a redheaded woman who attended on of the many reshaping parties held at the mansion during the time Vee and Phoebe still owned the mansion. She had visited with some friends and after one too many drinks, stumbled into the art room where the Reshaper was. As she admired the machine Phoebe walked in and saw her there and immediately decided to have some fun with the unknowing girl. “I see you’ve spotted the device that makes these parties truly transformative.”

“Huh? Oh, Phoebe, it’s you. Yeah, sorry for coming in here uninvited. I just wanted to see this thing for myself.” Phoebe gave her an innocent smile. “Is it true that this thing can turn your body into anything you can think of?”

“Mhm. And you know what, if you wanted, you could use it yourself.”

“Really? That would be amazing! But, what would I even transform myself into?”

And there was Phoebe’s opening. “Well how about I make it easy for you. What is your favorite animal?”

“Oh that’s easy. I’m obsessed with horses. My family owns a ranch back home with all sorts of different horse breeds. They’re the most beautiful creatures.”

“Well then, there ya go. You’ve answered your own question. Why don’t you turn yourself into a horse?”

“Really? I could…I could become a horse? That would be a dream come true to get to experience life as a horse. Even if it’s just for this one night.”

“Well then it’s settled. Why don’t you hop up in there and I’ll personally help make your dream come true.”

Marjorie drunkenly rushed to Phoebe and gave her an excited hug. “Thank you Phoebe! This is gonna be amazing!” After hugging her, Marjorie rushed back to the Reshaper and hopped in and closed the chamber.

Meanwhile Phoebe chuckled deviously to herself outside the machine. “Hehehe, that was way too easy.” She walked over to the controls of the Reshaper and began to enter in the “Horse” transformation she had in mind for Marjorie. Once she had the machine prepped she gave an excited Marjorie a quick wave before starting the transformation. “Hope you enjoy your time as a horsey…hehehe.” Just as Phoebe stepped out of the art room to rejoin the party, Marjorie’s body was engulfed in a lavender mist, and that’s when everything went dark.

(Three weeks later at the Beauregard Family Ranch)

“Honey! Honey, come quick, the package we ordered from Paris just arrived!” Mr. Beauregard yelled across the main floor of their large ranch home.

A wealthy looking tall French woman with a prim dress that fit snugly over her curvy figure, came briskly down the spiral staircase and stopped in front of a small wooden crate. “Oh my, is that really what I think it is? Open it, quick. I must see this magnificent art piece for myself.”

Mr. Beauregard immediately fulfilled his wife’s request by snapping open the box with a crowbar. As the side of the box fell, a rather peculiar bust was revealed. The bust was that of a pastel lavender colored head. But this wasn’t a normal head. On the top of its head was two equestrian-like ears that poked out from a very prim and proper peach colored bob cut hairdo. The busts blue eyes were also a bit larger than normal human eyes, and its lips were extra plump and large, with her jaw ever so slightly protruding forward like a horse’s muzzle. This art piece also had a strange visor propped up on its forehead, almost like a VR headset of some sort.

But the strangest part of all, was that this bust seemed alive. As a matter of fact, as Mrs. Beauregard leaned in to admire its features, the bust blinked which made the tall woman jump back startled. “Ooohh, haha, that gave me a bit of a scare for a moment. I forgot you said this was one of those new living busts. How wonderfully bizarre!”

“Yes, the seller guaranteed me that this bust was truly a one of a kind, and now I see why.”

“Oh Bevlin, it even sort of resembles our daughter Marjorie. She would’ve loved to see this herself.”

“Yes, I do hope she returns home someday so she can admire this as well. I know she said she wanted to venture off on her own for a while, but I do rather miss her company.”

“Me as well…But now please explained to me what this headset on its head does. It has me rather intrigued.”

“Yes, well the seller did mention that this living busts had some tendencies to behave improper, so this headset was added as a way to resolve those issues. Simply if this bust begins to act out or on the rare occasion begins to try speaking, lower this headset over its face and push the button on the side. That will activate the headset to “retrain” the bust.” Suddenly as the bust began to shudder and blink more it turned its head with its limited movement and spotted the two people in front of her. “Wh-what is going on? My head feels so fuzzy.”

“Oh, it appears that it’s having one of those moments right now. Why don’t we fix that, shall we.”

“Wait, m-mom? Dad? Am I back on the-“ and suddenly the headset dropped over the lavender bust’s eyes and flashing text began repeating in her vision. She tried to fight it for a brief moment, remembering that she wasn’t always a horse bust. She was a person. But what was her name. Marj-something? She couldn’t piece it together entirely. But after being bombarded by this constant treatment for the last three weeks, her mind was too weak to resist, and before long her thoughts reverted back to the repeating the text that flashed before her eyes. ‘I’m a pretty little horsey head. I must please my owner. I’m must stay obedient. I only talk if owner wants me to talk. I’ve always been a pretty little horsey head.’