Posted Fri Nov 13, 2015 | 122 Words | Tagged story

A whole group of them had been invited to the party. Any party they were invited to they would go to, and tonight this one sounded sick. What they didn’t expect was to be absolutely covered in pink liquid. They were initially confused but surprisingly they got used to it straight away, probably due to the stupid amount of alcohol they had already drank.

The party died down as it started to react with their skin, darkening and smoothing. They started pulling model poses without realising, the alcohol burning away, just like what was left of their brain cells, refocusing on keeping their bodies perfect.

Now the new magazine had a new group of models they could mould into whatever they want.