{based on the post by U/junior_Union_9799}

She had been practicing again with the cheap spellbook she’d ordered off Wish, flipping through its worn pages with a mix of curiosity and caution. Most of the spells were nonsense, but she liked experimenting—until today. While reciting one of the stranger incantations, she stumbled over a word. The air around her shimmered, the room pulsed with a brief flash of color, and before she could react, the magic snapped back on her. In an instant, her body collapsed inward, her features flattening and softening as she transformed into an empty skinsuit—her form preserved but hollow, like a perfect shell of who she had been moments before.

You approached cautiously, heart pounding as you lifted her limp, lightweight form from the floor. The suit felt eerily warm, as though the remnants of her body heat still lingered. Realizing you couldn’t stay out in the open, you carried her to the female bathroom, the quietest place nearby where no one would interrupt. The empty tiled room echoed softly as you entered.

Laying her carefully across the counter, you noticed something strange: aside from her usual socks and shoes, she wasn’t wearing anything else. Maybe the spell stripped away unnecessary layers. Maybe it just worked that way. Either way, the details didn’t matter—you had already made up your mind. You looked over her lifelike form, the seam running down her back faint but visible, and prepared yourself for what you were about to do.