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They drew fanart of my kigu stuff a while back and that inspired me to do this as thanks. Originally I wanted to draw this happening to them, but I dunno what they look like.

Being erased feels a bit like a limb going to sleep - You can't feel your body, but even as you watch a stylus make it disappear before your eyes, your brain refuses to accept it's gone, and some phantom sensations remain. As for getting redrawn... shit, I can't describe it. It was like a tingling, itching, as I was sketched back into existence. But it wasn't me. It's like my brain gave the commands, but the lines that made up my body moved their own way - dainty, delicate, while my old body practically stood there like a fencepost. As rough scratches turned to inked lines, real feeling returned. I could make my new self out: I looked almost disproportionate, with a tiny waist and round, perky breasts. Somehow, this was my body.

Next, lines started enveloping my head. It almost hurt when the eraser hit my face, my remaining 3-dimensional features curling up at the feeling as the stylus's force jostled my head around, wiping away what was left of me. Then it reached my eyes. Everything went dark, but those weird sensations remained: The scratchiness returned, I could feel my new face taking form, soft and wide. I could feel itchy, sketched hair fall into my sightless eyes. My mouth felt open, but I couldn't feel any air going over my tongue.

Like mud being wiped from a dirty window, my vision returned. Everything looked hazy. But as the stylus tapped against my eyes, adding color and detail, the world became clearer. I felt myself raise a slender hand to my new face as the stylus lightly drew on it. Unable to move my eyes, I tilted my head down to watch as it moved to my torso, coloring me in, while flat-red hair tumbled around my face. With base colors finished, it finally added some illusion of a third dimension to me, tickling me under my neck, armpits, and inner-thighs to add shading.

This was me now - a drawing of a doll. Damn, I still couldn't wrap my head around it. I could see myself moving, like I was animated. But it... I... was moving differently, like unconscious body language. The stylus started scratching lines into me again - around my upper arms, thighs, and waist. It started rubbing my legs, laying down a new layer of color onto my naked figure, before moving on to my torso and arms. From what I could see out of my painted-on eyes, it had drawn me into a black leotard with long gloves and leggings, accented with shiny highlights. I could feel the unbreathable hug of latex under them, hear them squeak with my every move.

The tip of the stylus gently pushed up my chin, coaxing my head up as it went to work on my neck. My eyes were immovable, but I still had an awful lot of peripheral vision, what with my new eyes being the size of my palms. I saw the sketch take form, and with it, a tightness around my neck. What's that it was drawing now? A ball shape? A heart shape? A collar? A... A lock? Fit around the zipper to my leotard? As the stylus colored it in with pink and moved on to sign it, I could only now start to process what was happening.

-chk-

It's closed?! A- aren't you going to take this off?! I don't-  I-

I...

I'm alive now...
Thank you for drawing me~
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CatalinNedelcu210's avatar
Damn, i would love to be that guy...