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Clara had been excited about the wish, it was a simple one and a fantasy she’d had for a long while. She wanted to know what it was like to be a puppet. A simple fascination, a slightly odd one she would freely admit, but all the same it was her first wish and she knew if she didn’t like it she’d just wish herself back.

The changes started quickly, her hands and arms starting to feel stiff and limp, her elbow simplifying to a easily manipulated joint before both arms fell limply to her sides. She chuckled as she waved them about, hearing the soft wooden clatter as they humbly tapped against her legs. She then felt the same tingling begin to slip up her legs. As the muscles shifted to solid wood, her knees began to buckle and she was worried she’d fall before her body would be numb to the pain. However, as her legs gave out from under her and she toppled backwards, she seemed to freeze unnaturally in the air. She was confused until she noticed the lines of thread attached to her holding her up. She blinked, smiling a bit in relief as an unseen force brought back to an upright position. There, that wasn’t so bad, she admitted to herself though as her breasts began to fill out, turning to cartoonish round spheres and her body appeared to be shrinking, some doubts began to crawl up into the back of her head. Alright, before this goes too far I’ll just wish to turn back, she thought to herself before trying to open her mouth...

Her mouth remained closed... or rather, where her mouth had once been, a painted smile was drawn on the smooth wood of her face. Her glassy eyes widened in shock as she tried to desperately make her next wish to undo this. She wriggled and strained to make her body obey her commands, but she could do little more than cause a soft tremor... Soon even that became an impossible feat as she felt the threads start to tug and move. To her surprise and mounting horror, she watched helplessly as her body was puppeted in a pantomime of a walk, cartoonishly exaggerating each step as she glided. She saw ahead a collection of smiling faces, wooden clowns, ventriloquist dolls... she was walking towards a collection of puppets... a collection she slowly began to realize she was now a part of...

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Clara had been excited about the wish, it was a simple one and a fantasy she’d had for a long while. She wanted to know what it was like to be a puppet. A simple fascination, a slightly odd one she would freely admit, but all the same it was her first wish and she knew if she didn’t like it she’d just wish herself back.

The changes started quickly, her hands and arms starting to feel stiff and limp, her elbow simplifying to a easily manipulated joint before both arms fell limply to her sides. She chuckled as she waved them about, hearing the soft wooden clatter as they humbly tapped against her legs. She then felt the same tingling begin to slip up her legs. As the muscles shifted to solid wood, her knees began to buckle and she was worried she’d fall before her body would be numb to the pain. However, as her legs gave out from under her and she toppled backwards, she seemed to freeze unnaturally in the air. She was confused until she noticed the lines of thread attached to her holding her up. She blinked, smiling a bit in relief as an unseen force brought back to an upright position. There, that wasn’t so bad, she admitted to herself though as her breasts began to fill out, turning to cartoonish round spheres and her body appeared to be shrinking, some doubts began to crawl up into the back of her head. Alright, before this goes too far I’ll just wish to turn back, she thought to herself before trying to open her mouth...

Her mouth remained closed... or rather, where her mouth had once been, a painted smile was drawn on the smooth wood of her face. Her glassy eyes widened in shock as she tried to desperately make her next wish to undo this. She wriggled and strained to make her body obey her commands, but she could do little more than cause a soft tremor... Soon even that became an impossible feat as she felt the threads start to tug and move. To her surprise and mounting horror, she watched helplessly as her body was puppeted in a pantomime of a walk, cartoonishly exaggerating each step as she glided. She saw ahead a collection of smiling faces, wooden clowns, ventriloquist dolls... she was walking towards a collection of puppets... a collection she slowly began to realize she was now a part of...

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