Fred grimmaced as he looked around the room, the cold steel walls almost as reflective as the one way mirror infront of him. Not having hears of this villainess before, he did not know what to expect and just sat, tied up and sullen in his chair. Holding his breath for as long as he could, eventually he had to relent and breathe in the gas.
The gas had a sweet taste that was almost like cotton candy, but mixed with cleaner. When suddenly, he started getting a headache. Unsure if it was because of holding his breath for so long, the chemicals, or a combination of the two, he started to get nervous.
Miniscule muscle spasms started to reverberate through his body, and it looked almost like invisible hands were sculpting his body. Luckily, his outfit was baggy enough that it didn't tear. But eventually, he looked like a stunning college freshman aged woman. Red hair trickled down her back as a fog came over her head.
The other civillians looked on in horror and confusion.
@PhoggyΨυχη