"Oh my god, is that you John?" A voice came from down the grocery store aisle.
    John looked up from a can of soup to a smiling familiar face.  "Oh, Cassie, long time no see!" He replied enthusiastically.
    The two met in the middle of the aisle.  Wow, he's changed a lot, Cassie thought to herself as she looked at John.  His acne cleared up, his posture improved, and he had actually grown out a decent beard.  Though she had liked him before, the butterflies she had felt from talking to him before seemed to multiply.  Feeling like she could burst into song, she excitedly made small talk.
    Wow, she hasn't changed a bit, John thought to himself.  Tall, slender, soft features, big eyes, goofy, and that same bubbly personality made John remember how he was convinced to join the drama club in the last year of High School two years prior.  Even though they were just catching up, he immediately felt enraptured by her.  Unable to break away from each other, they talked for a few minutes until Cassie's phone began to ring.
    "Ah, my mom is probably wondering where I am.  We should catch up more some time.  Here," she said, whipping out a pen, "I'll write my number on your hand."  
    "I, uh, yeah, heh, sure," John replied as he stuck his hand out.  Cassie quickly scribbled her number while bringing the phone to her ear.  As soon as she finished, she answered the phone.
    "Hi Mom," she said, turning away.  She took a few steps, then turned her head back.  Silently mouthing the words "See ya later," she gave John a wink and a grin and went on her merry way.
    As John stood flabbergasted in the soup aisle, he suddenly recalled how big of a flirt Cassie was.  He remembered many a time in the drama club where he had to conceal his manhood due to Cassie's teasing.  Looking down at his pants in the aisle, he blushed and figured he should get the shopping over quickly.

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    *Bam bam bam-bam bam*
    "Hell-o!"  Cassie sang as she opened the door.  John inhaled deeply.  Here she was, the beautiful, unobtainable object of his desires from high school.  He could tell she spent a lot of time on her hair, as it was framing her soft face perfectly.  He let out a sigh and a smile as he gazed at her.
     She stood in the doorway in a short skirt that showed off enough leg and chest to make a priest faint.  John had picked out his best 'trying to impress someone without making it seem like he was trying' clothes; Cassie felt like he looked handsome enough to make a nun cum.  
    "Shall we go downtown?" John asked, feeling like he won a sweepstakes.
    "Well, I wouldn't want to make you wait," she replied as they walked out.
    "Hey, my music's in my car, let's take mine instead," Cassie said.  John complied, heading towards her car.
    The ride downtown mainly consisted of Cassie belting the show tunes she had saved to her phone while John sang along softly enough to not be heard.  She was completely absorbed into her musicals, until suddenly she turned to her companion and got serious.
    "Hey, if anything, like, weird happens, text my friend Amanda, ok? Here, I'll give you her number."
    "Anything... weird?"
    "Yeah, like, you know, something... odd... that you don't really see every day."
    John gave a puzzled look.  "Uh, you'll know if it happens!" Cassie smiled and continued on like nothing even happened.
    John, not assuaged by her answer, decided to put it to the back of his mind and not worry about it.

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    The two lovebirds walked out of the restaurant, satisfied with both their date-that-had-yet-to-be-called-a-date and their meals.  John swung the door open for Cassie and held it for her and a few others who were leaving.  He let it shut as Cassie stood waiting for him next to the door.
    "Wow, I can't believe we stayed until the restaurant closed.  Will your parents be worried?"  John asked.
    "Nah, I told them that I might not be back all night," she said with a smirk.
    John simply stared at her for a few seconds unable to reply.  Just then, a ruckus came from inside the doors.
    "What was that?" Cassie said as she moved to get a view through the door's window.

    *WHAM*

    John jumped as a man emerged who was clearly inebriated emerged.  The drunken straggler walked out into the darkness laughing uproariously.  John turned to look at Cassie to make a snide, witty comment about the man, but noticed something was off.
    Firstly, she had a pretty goofy look on her face.  Her eyes were crossed towards here nose, with her eyebrows raised, as though a loud noise just went off in front of her and startled her.  To add to this, her lips were pursed, and her head was at an ever so slight tilt.  John's first instinct was to giggle at her, but then he noticed how still she was.  She had both of her arms up in a defensive manner, the tips of her fingers about level with her eyes.  Looking down, her thighs were touching, but her knees bent to form about a 30 degree angle where the knees touched.  
    "Heh, pretty funny..." he said timidly.  The shadows here are so weird, he thought to himself, she almost looks flat.  He stood there for a few seconds, waiting for her to be done with her silly expression, but his wait was in vain as she remained still.  "Yeah, that's pretty funny, now let's-"
    John cut himself off as he took a couple steps closer.  He cautiously tilted his head back and forth as he sidestepped to get a better angle.  That was when he came to a startling realization; Cassie didn't just look flat, she was!
    Sure enough, Cassie's body had nearly no thickness to it.  She was completely flush with the wall, as though someone had printed out a life sized poster of her and stuck her there.
    John just walked back and forth examining her for a few minutes.  "This is just way to weird," he said aloud to himself.  Weird. He pondered. Wait a minute, this is, odd, like something you don't see every day. The memory of their earlier conversation in the car suddenly sprang to mind.  John whipped out his phone and dialed the number he was given.
    "Haaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy," came a woman's voice from the receiver of John's cell phone.
    "Uh, hi, is this Amanda?" John answered.
    "Yeah, are you that cute dude that Cassie took out?"
    John got flustered. "I guess so, heh."
    "So did Cassie get smushed or something?"
    "...Um, I guess you could say that..."  John recounted his experience, figuring out during his retelling that the force of the door was probably what reduced Cassie to a decal.
    "Well don't worry about it.  It happens like all the time."  Amanda stated nonchalantly.
    "You mean she becomes a sticker on a regular basis?"
    "Yep.  She told me all about it cuz we're like, super close and shit.  She's had this stuff for years where if she gets hit by something big or strong instead of getting hurt her body just sort of gets all squishy.  She doesn't tell people because she gets super embarrassed about it."  At this, John looked at Cassie's flattened face and noticed how red her cheeks had gotten.  He quickly backed up against her to shield her from the gazes of anyone passing by.  Amanda continued, "As long as nothing else presses down on her she'll be back to normal by morning.  Just last week she accidentally went through this old wringer-thingy I had laying around at my house and she was totally fine by morning."
    "Ok, but what should I do with her for tonight?  Can I move her?"  John asked desperately.
    "Yeah, just peel her off the wall!"
    After a few tries of trying to get his nails between Cassie's skin and the wall, John finally managed to peel Cassie off with a sound like a sticker being slowly removed from a surface.  He held her with one hand by the top of her head as the rest of her body flopped around in the slight breeze of the night.  He felt the warm texture of her skin in his hand as he gently held her to avoid her from touching the ground.  He once again looked at her beautiful face.  Her silly, dumb, beautiful face was still completely stuck the same way it had been minutes earlier.  He smiled to himself; there she was, the girl of his dreams, a perfect goddess that he could never grasp, now reduced to a goofy looking fathead in the palm of his hands.  She couldn't even move that ever active mouth of hers.
    "...Did you get her down yet?" An impatient voice came from the phone.
    John snapped out of his self-hypnosis, "Yeah, I got her down."
    "Cool, cuz I gotta go talk to other people on the phone for hours about inane bullshit."
    "Wait!" John realized out of the blue, "She has her car keys in her pocket... I'll have to walk home with her..."
    "Oh, well, just fold her up and put her in your pocket or something."
    "She'll be alright like that?"
    "Oh yeah, she's like pretty much invincible when she's like that, and it's a lot better than being seen by someone.  Trust me, she would want this, I'm like her bestest friend."
    John gave Cassie a look, but got no response.  "Ok, I guess I better get going then.  Thank you so much for the help."
    "Yeah no prob," Amanda replied, then switched to a whisper, "And, oh yeah, Cassie is like suuuuuuuper into you.  She was talkin about how she just wanted you to ravish her all night long nonstop.  K bye!"
    "Wha-a- I-"
    Amanda had immediately hung up the phone.
    John looked at Cassie again with some uncertainty.  "Well," he said, "if this isn't cool, blame it on your friend."  Now able to use both hands, he took Cassie's arms and folded them in towards her chest, which he just noticed had been squished in a way that really brought out her cleavage.  Shaking the dirty thoughts from his head, he then folded Cassie at the knees so that the backs of her legs were touching her ass, which he had noticed was bootilicious.  Once again pushing back his naughty thoughts, he continued folding the crushed crush into a compact package with her adorable little squished face on top of the pile of herself.  He tried putting her in his pocket without folding her face, but he had worn pants with rather narrow pockets.  He apologized as he rolled her up into a tube shape.  He looked at her toilet paper roll like form and gently place her in his pocket for the walk home.

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    Why me? Cassie thought to herself for the millionth time that night.  Things were going so, so well, and now he knows I'm some weird cartoon character lady or something.  Cursing at the drunkard who burst through the doors, she thought of how embarrassing it was to be the helpless damsel in need of rescuing.  After all, she was always the one who had all the power in their relationship.  Now the timid guy who could barely force himself to get on stage was the one in complete control of the flirty, attractive young woman.  Yes, that cute guy who was never that talkative was now the only one who could talk.  The tables had turned, and she was in his warm pocket.  Completely at his mercy.  With no control.  He could do... whatever he wanted.  Cassie felt herself get warmer.  This guy who I've been teasing since I met him can now completely dominate me, and I can't do anything but submit... can't even move enough to get this silly expression of my face... Cassie's mood lightened as she continued to fantasize about the possibilities.

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    John finally got home after a long walk.  It didn't seem that long for John, however, since his guilty yet arousing thoughts kept him amused most of the way.  He felt like he shouldn't fantasize, like he should be taking a girl turning into a poster more seriously, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander to the fact that his crush was riding along in his pocket.  Going to his bedroom, he quickly unfolded Cassie and placed her on the bed.  As expected, she hadn't changed a bit.  His phone had shortly after calling Amanda so he plugged it in to charge it.  He saw he had received a text from Amanda:

"4got 2 say, she'll probz be like that for at least 1 more day if u fold her up like that. have fun u 2 <3<3<3<3<3"

    John let out a sigh.  I really hope she didn't have anything to do tomorrow.  He looked at her paper-like body, the creases still visible where he had folded her.  Oh god, he thought, I haven't really said a word to her since this happened.  I bet she feels like some kind of freak...
    "So," John began to search for something to say, "pretty crazy night, huh?"  This, of course, elicited no response from Cassie.  
    "Well, Amanda said you'll be like that for a couple of days at least, so I guess I'll take care of you then..."  He immediately regretted saying that, thinking he sounded like some sort of creep.  He desperately searched her body for any sign of confirmation or denial.  Which is when he noticed her crotch.
    Right between her tantalizing hips, a dark spot had formed on her skirt.  Oh god, did she pee herself? John thought at first.  But I probably would have smelled it, right?  He figured that he would risk looking like a pervert to find out if he needed to change her clothes or wash her or something.  Well, it doesn't smell like pee, but what is that sme-
    Realization of what it was dawned on him.  He looked up at Cassie's face.  She started blushing even harder than before.  In fact, her skin was flushing in many places.  Her sheet-like body, standing out against the actual sheets, showed all the signs of arousal that he had read about on the internet.  The thought that she had been having dirty thoughts at the exact same time as him made his blood boil, especially in one particular place.  Amanda's words echoed in his ear; she had said that Cassie was super into him, right?  It wasn't just an amazing dream?  He leaned in close to Cassie's smooth, uniformly thick body.  His face was only a couple inches from hers, her lips primed by accident for what was to come.  He moved the side of his face to be almost touching hers, as he whispered in her ear, "God, I want you so bad, but I can't be sure you want it.  If you could only just give one sign-"
    "mm"
    There could be no mistake for what the source of the noise was.  Lust filled John's eyes, as her went in for the kiss.  The kiss was as deep as it could have been, considering Cassie's 2-dimensional nature.  John's soft mattress allowed him to press his whole face into hers, as the warmth and softness of her overwhelmed him.  John could have guessed this at the time, but Cassie was equally enthralled by the act.  Cassie felt disappointment, as John pulled away, only to turn the lights off and leap back on her.  
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    "Welp, I'm going out to dinner with my parents.  You stay there and behave yourself."
    Cassie laid on the bed.  Had he not been so charming, and she not been so flat, she would have had some snarky comeback.
    John continued, "As much as I would love to keep you in my pants," (Cassie loved the fact that he didn't specify his pocket) "You will have to get back to normal eventually, and after I accidentally fell asleep on you, you probably have like, three days of being a decal left.  So, uh, have fun getting your third dimension back! Bye, darling!"
    Cassie mentally sighed.  He had remembered that silly old nickname that she made him call her back in high school.  Cassie mused over last night, thinking of how she wouldn't mind if the next three days lasted forever.