A sequel to Imitating Art

    Carmen opened the door to her room.  Instead of being met with the familiar sight of her former friend turned art project laying out of its frame on her bed, she was met with the cold stare of her former art project turned back to friend.  
    "Oh my god! Diandra! You're finally back to normal! I'm so happy for you, I knew you would turn back eventually!"
    Diandra gave Carmen a cold, burning stare.
    Blinded by her excitement, Carmen continued as she put her backpack down, "I missed talking to you! I mean, I know I've been talking to you these past few months while you were restoring, but we haven't really had a conversation since the end of last semester!  Gotta say, it was pretty hard for me not being able to talk with you."
    Diandra's eye twitched, the spark of hatred within it temporarily showing.
    "It was even worse during the summer when I couldn't even tell you about my day every day.  How was hanging out in the art gallery?  Must have been pretty relaxing just hanging around all day with nothing to do.  I had to do all this stuff with my family, it was a total drag.  Did any cute boys check you out?  Not to toot my own horn, but I did make you into a super cute art piece, if I do say so myself."
    Now burning with indignation at the memories of all the people staring at her naked, flattened and smeared body for all the time she was in the art gallery, Diandra's eyes followed Carmen as she made her way across the room.
    "Well, I know one cute boy was interested in you..." Carmen plopped down on the bed next to Diandra, giving her a wry smile.  "That boy that bought you at the student art auction was super cute, though you probably already knew that from hanging up in his house for four weeks."
    Carmen finally noticed Diandra's menacing look.
    "Oh, come on, you can't blame me for that?  How was I supposed to know that the university auctioned off student art projects without asking the students first?  It's a pretty messed up system, you should know better than anyone else!"  Carmen gave Diandra a wide smile as she tried to gaze her reaction.
    Locking her eyes with her friend's, Diandra's look hardly changed from what it had been.
    Carmen briefly looked away in discomfort, before regaining her confidence and looking back, "You know, it was really, really hard to track you down.  Can you believe they don't keep records of who buys the projects?  You have to give me props for finding you at that guy's house.  Oh, by the way, I got his number, he told me to call him if the model for my work was ever in town.  Anyway, if it weren't for my dedication, you would still be hanging over that guy's mantle!  Some friends wouldn't have even bothered looking for you, you know.  
    "Some friends," Diandra finally broke her silence in calm yet still intimidating tone, "would not turn their friend into an art project and allow them to sit inside of a giant picture frame for so long that they have to miss an entire semester of college."  Diandra once again looked straight into Carmen's eyes.
    Carmen felt like her soul was about to be forcefully ejected from her body by her friend's gaze.  Trying to shift the blame, she said, "In my defense, I didn't really know how to restore you.  I thought it would be like the cartoons, where you just sort of appear as normal all of the sudden!"
    "So instead of immediately taking me out of the frame that was applying constant pressure to me, you kept me in for another few months?"  Diandra was now letting her frustration start to show.
    "I didn't want you to rip or tear!  Hey, it's a good thing I showed you to Anna and Jill and they pointed it out, or else I would have never thought to actually take you out!"
    Shutting down Carmen's attempt at redeeming herself, Diandra shot back, "They were even more embarrassing than the art exhibit because they knew it was me!  It made me so mad they way they cooed over me and made puns about me!"
    "... At least I made good company, right?  I kept you updated on all my things, and made sure you were comfy-"
    "I was treated like an object for months and couldn't move a single muscle."
    Carmen gave up trying to defend herself at this point and just sat dejectedly on her bedside.  Letting out a sigh of frustration, Diandra stood up.
    "Well Carmen, quite frankly I did appreciate you talking to me like a person, all things considered."  Carmen's face temporarily brightened.
    "Oh, I'm still pissed, don't you worry."  Carmen's face returned to being disappointed.  "Right now," Diandra continued, "I just want to get outside, stretch my legs, and play some video games.  I'll unleash my full, unbridled rant on you some other time, I need to do my normal stuff right now."
    With that Diandra resolutely reached for the doorknob, satisfied for the time being with leaving Carmen with her passive aggressive remarks.  She had been thinking about getting back at Carmen, and she had decided that messing with her like this first would be the best way to approach her revenge.
    "Wait!" Carmen called to Diandra as she turned the knob.
    "I'm not going to accept an apology right now.  It's been too-"
    "You should put some clothes on first."
    Diandra looked down at her still naked body.
    "...What do you have?"

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    Donning a pair of Carmen's shorts, a low cut T-shirt, and a pair of white Converse, Diandra walked along the sidewalk, thinking of her ordeal.  She let out an exhausted sigh.  Carmen, in an attempt to prevent her from getting upset, had stopped telling her how long she had been a smear some time ago.  Diandra had only a vague idea of how long it had actually been.  All she knew was that it was summer when she first entered the frame, and now it was warm outside again.  In fact, the heat that day was blistering to Diandra.
    It doesn't seem like it should be this hot out, Diandra thought to herself.  It must be because I'm not used to being out in the sun.  She quickly dismissed her discomfort, deciding to grin and bear it as she thought of more exciting things.  Man, I have a bunch of stuff to catch up on.  So much news, so many movies and video games... I wonder if they announced Quarter Life 3 yet?
    As she continued wondering about all the things she would now do, she failed to notice that the beads of liquid running down her body weren't actually sweat.  She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, suddenly realizing how exhausted she was and that she didn't really know where to go.  As she leaned her head back and caught her breath, she noticed a strange feeling in her legs accompanied by a sinking feeling.  Looking down towards the ground, she let out a small gasp of surprise at what she saw.
    Instead of her feet, there was now a growing blob of viscous skin colored liquid.  "There's no way..." Diandra said aloud to herself as she pressed her hand into her thigh.  Confirming her suspicions, her hand easily sunk into her thigh, combined the two body parts.
    "You've gotta be fucking kidding me..." she said as she looked up in defeat.  I can't believe I'm actually melting!  This is so unfair! she thought to herself as she sank downward into the pool of her own body.  As she melted down to her torso, she remembered how hard she had been straining for the past few weeks to finally get her old form back, and the immense relief she felt when she finally succeeded in popping back to normal.  She looked down again, partially because she was curious as to what she looked like, partially because her melted neck could hardly keep her head upright.  She watched as her belly spread out into the pool away from her center.  Her head fell forward at this point into her breasts at this point, smothering her in her own boobs.
    Ugh, what did I do to deserve this? she asked herself in her futility.  Diandra hated to admit it, but just like her previous predicament, it actually felt sort of nice when she thought about it.  The warmth of her own body on itself was pleasant, and being mixed into herself felt rather intimate.  Thinking about it, she even felt some sexual arousal at the sensation.  As she finished melting, she decided that it was at least better than being smeared.
    Diandra gathered her thoughts as she began to settle into her new liquid form on the sidewalk.  Well, it doesn't feel like it will be as hard to pop back to normal from this as it was from being flat.  Just have to wait until it's cool outside.  Hopefully if someone finds me, it will be someone with a brain.
    Carmen's voice rang out from down the street, "Diandra? Where are you? Did you- Oh my god!"
    Shit. though Diandra.
    "Diandra! Are you ok? I would recognize that skin tone anywhere!" Carmen said as she approached the puddle of her friend.  The pool was mostly just Diandra's familiar skin color, with a splotch of the color of her hair where her head had fallen.  Diandra almost wished she would just evaporate away instead of having to deal with her "friend" at this point.
    "Oh god, I've gotta get you out of there and back to my room! But how am I gonna-"  Carmen interrupted herself as she noticed her clothes resting on top of her melted friend.  The previously white shorts and shirt had now taken on a different color; the same color that the rest of the puddle was.
    "I got it!" Carmen proclaimed as Diandra winced.  Grabbing her workout clothes out of her backpack, Carmen cheerfully said, "I know how to get you back!  We just need you to absorb into something for easy carrying!"  She held up another set of white clothes for her friend to see.
    Oh god damnit, I don't want to be a fucking dye!  Diandra thought to herself in vain.  Carmen began to press her clothes into Diandra's body, and Diandra felt herself getting slowly sucked into the clothes as she diffused into the clothes.  Her body was combining with the fabric at a seemingly molecular level, while she experienced herself stiffen as she bound to the threads.  Saturated the entirety of two t-shirts, two pairs of gym shorts, a bra, the pair of panties that she was wearing, and the pair of Converse and socks that she had been wearing, there was only a little bit of Diandra left on the sidewalk.  Carmen placed her rear on each of the small leftover splotches of Diandra, absorbing them into the shorts she was currently wearing.
    "Hey, this is actually pretty neat, you have to admit." Carmen said as she looked through her newly dyed clothes.  She stopped and tried to stop herself from laughing as she pulled up one of her shorts.  On the front was Diandra's face, only smeared and spread out even more than in her previous state.  Her face now covered the front side of the shorts, while the back side was the color of her hair.
    "Pffft-"  Carmen covered her mouth to suppress a chuckle, while Diandra fumed.  Diandra didn't think she could ever be more humiliated than when she was being shown off to all of Carmen's friends, but being turned into the dye for a bunch of clothes and a pair of shoes really took the cake, not to mention her face was being embarrassingly displayed on the front of a pair of shorts and her tormentor was laughing at her.  Diandra was just grateful at this point that her face wasn't on the panties.
    Carmen gave the clothes another look, noticing that various other features of Diandra had formed on her clothes.  Ironically, Diandra's nipples were visible on the bra, and her womanhood had appeared on the panties.  "Well, uh, heh, better get you back to my place then."  Carmen said as she folded Diandra into her bag and began to walk away.  Diandra felt disoriented, as parts of her body that were supposed to touch were now separated into different articles of clothing, and parts of her that weren't supposed to touch were rubbing up against each other inside Carmen's bag.
    Carmen finally got home and laid the various fragments of Diandra out on her bed.  Carmen admired how her friend seemed to be able to look cute in any situation, though felt bad that Diandra had once again found herself in such a pickle.
    "Heh, did you walk under any ladders recently?  Ha ha!" Carmen's attempt at humor was lost on Diandra, though Carmen couldn't tell at this point.  Diandra wondered how long it would take for her to restore herself.  She felt the strong tug of the fabric on keeping her body in place when she strained to pop back to normal.  
    Carmen continued trying to cheer her friend up, "Hey, at least you aren't stuck in a frame this time, right?  And you once again look very cute in your new form!"
    Diandra just sighed to herself mentally as she drowned Carmen out of her thoughts.  Was I a professional puppy kicker in the past life or what?  All I wanted to do was sit back, relax, and play some video games...
    "...So, that being said, you were kind of my only pair of workout clothes, and I need to stay in shape for volleyball..." Carmen hesitantly said, hoping that her friend would understand her angle.
    Wh-what? Are you serious?! Diandra panicked as she zoned back into her friend's speech and realized the implications of her words.  Before Diandra knew it Carmen was reaching for one of the pairs of shorts and one of the shirts she had become a part of.  As Carmen stripped off her old clothes and put the Diandra clothes on, Diandra felt her body stretch to conform to Carmen's body.  Of course, Carmen grabbed the shorts with Diandra's face on them, those being the cutest pair.  Diandra felt her face strain as her Carmen's booty filled up the shorts.
    "Wow, I look so cute in you Diandra!"  Carmen exclaimed into a mirror as she checked herself out in her new outfit.  The sensation of Carmen stretching her out and the feeling of Carmen's body rubbing against her own nearly overloaded Diandra's senses, and made it so that Diandra could only really focus on feeling the parts of her body that Carmen was wearing. 
    Satisfied with her current look, Carmen laced up her matching pair of Diandra soaked shoes and headed out the door.  As Carmen walked to her car to go to the gym, Diandra's thoughts wandered from how long it would be until she got back to normal to hoping that Carmen didn't sweat too much when she exercised.