Trixied

 

Josh spent his time tagging graffiti spots arou the city with his signature creation - a graphic of a sassy, busty blonde bimbo called Trixie. He must have sprayed her on two hundred walls before the oddest thing happened. She reached out from the wall and grabbed him. All the graffiti on the wall around her flowed through her arms and onto Josh, and the suddenly animated Trixie followed. Paralysed by some unknown magic, Josh could only stare incredulously as her image overlaid his body. Slowly, he began to shift and squash, shrinking and growing in all the right places, filling out a real version of Trixie with his altering flesh. His clothes became a tight black dress as his now feminine hands tugged down the zip. The mind Josh had imagined for Trixie consumed his own: body and brain, he been painted over, destined to live as a passenger underneath the sexy form he had created.