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Looking out at the bustling street in front of her Hayley wished that at least someone, anyone would notice the new bit of graffiti on the wall. She needed just one person to look over and notice her and she’d be free, at least she hoped so.

Not even an hour ago had she been transformed and her worldview shaken. An hour ago she was on her way to a concert. Unlike some of the others on the tour, it was quite the small venue that the band would be planning at.

Having wanted to explore the surrounding city before the concert, Hayley Williams found herself alone, without the other members of Paramore. As such it was quite easy for the fan to come up to her.

Used to her fair share of fans, Hayley tried to be as cordial as possible with her. Talking with her about the band for a couple of minutes before making her way back to the concert venue. As she tried to do so, the fan kept following her.

Kept trying to talk with her. Growing fed up she turned back to the fan, and as she did so she suddenly rushed her. Having barely any time to react, she found herself pushed up against a wall. She tried to push her away but the fan was too strong.

After a couple of seconds of struggle, the fan pulled something from her purse, a spray can. Shaking it for a second she doused the singer in the spray before stepping away. Still in shock of the whole thing Hayley barely reacted as, moments later, she was sucked into the wall.

The upper half of her body covered part of it, her body sinking into the cold brick. Her upper half became larger than it once was as it finished spreading onto the wall. Approaching her work, the fan ran her hand over the now flattened and painted singer.

Her fingertips brushing over her thin form sent waves of intense feeling over the liquified pop-punk singer, her body experiencing quite a strong feeling of pleasure. Satisfied with her new work she decided to tell the singer about her work on her.

“Y’know, I never thought I’d be able to add someone as famous as you to my collection of artwork but here we are. Most of my subjects are often just random people I met off the street but you’ll be the first I actively seeked out. I got a fly now, I don’t want to be arrested for my graffiti after all.”

With one last brush of her hand over the transformed singer, the fan slunk away. Hayley was now left all alone apple to process all of this. In a matter of mere moments, she had become inanimate street art, unable to do anything but sit there.

As various people passed her by she was desperate for them to notice her, to find some way to transform her back, or at the very least touch her paint form. With nothing to do but look pretty on the wall, Hayley hoped that she would be found before someone painted over her or she got washed off. 

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