YellowMane

I never expected my daily coffee runs to be so strange. Every time I step foot into the coffee shop where my crush works, something inexplicable happens to me. At first, it was just a little tingle in my fingers and toes, but now it's a full-blown transformation. Today, I made sure to wear my cutest outfit, a floral dress paired with a denim jacket and white sneakers. As I approached the counter, I felt the first wave of change hit me. My fingers grew stiff and I could feel them hardening into plastic. As I took another step, my feet became unyielding and glossy. I struggled to move, but the transformation continued up my legs, turning my skin into a solid, molded plastic. My dress and jacket soon followed suit, becoming plastic as well. I could no longer feel the fabric against my skin, only the cold, smooth surface of the plastic. When I spoke, my voice sounded robotic and mechanical. I could hear the creaking of my joints as I struggled to place my order, my movements becoming increasingly jerky and rigid. I had to consciously try to move each part of my body, like I was a puppet being controlled by invisible strings. Finally, I managed to place my order and made my way to a table. Sitting down was a strange sensation, like I was a life-sized doll being posed on a shelf. My body felt completely rigid, unable to bend or move like it used to. Looking down at myself, I saw that I had transformed into a life-sized glossy plastic wind-up toy of myself. My once-cute outfit was now a molded part of my plastic form, complete with a bright pink bow in my hair. As strange as it all was, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Maybe, just maybe, my crush would see me like this and find me adorable. Or maybe I was just losing my mind. Either way, I was stuck like this until I left the coffee shop. So, I sat there, rigid and plastic, waiting for my order and wondering what other changes awaited me on my next visit.