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== Betty Booped == My name is Benny. I'm what you'd call an Average Joe. I'm 5'4 (so I'm a little short), short blonde hair and currently wearing a normal t- shirt, jeans and tennis shoes combo. I'm just your typical young man trying to make a living here in New York City. At least I was until later today. I was currently looking for a new apartment to call home; unfortunately though, I didn't have much money to work with. The only thing I found available and in my price range was a small one room apartment in the old part of town. I paid for rent without even seeing the place thinking that it had to be better then being out on the streets. Climbing up the stairs in the building, I finally made it. I pulled out the room key and opened the door and found that it was not what I expected. The apartment had barely any furniture, but what stuck out was a large slanted desk. Piled on top of the desk were bottles of ink, fountain pens and pieces of paper that were scattered everywhere. This clearly was once someone's art studio, albeit from a very long time ago. Nobody uses inkwells anymore. Can't believe they didn't even bother cleaning the place up first. I walked toward the desk to see if there was anything interesting or worth selling on eBay. All the ink bottles were empty or dried up and the papers were all blank. As I searched through the drawers of the desk I found something interesting. In a drawer to itself was another ink bottle, but this one wasn't empty, it looked full. That in itself isn't interesting, but what caught my interest were the words written over the label of the bottle, "KEEP CLOSED. DO NOT OPEN". Don't know why anyone would go out of their way to write that on something as trivial as a bottle of ink. I picked up the bottle and looked around it. The only other words I could find were etched into the bottom of the bottle, "Fleischer". "Maybe they didn't want it to dry out?" I said to myself. Looking down, I grabbed one of the blank pieces of paper and placed it in the middle of the desk and picked up one of the fountain pens. "Maybe it writes better then normal ink". Don't know why I was bothering with this, just curious I suppose. I picked up the inkwell and tried to open it, but found that years of neglect had it closed up pretty tight. I grabbed the bottle and twisted it as much as I could until I heard a light pop sound, but as soon as I did, I realized too late of the biggest mistake of my life. In an instant I was tossed backwards in some kind of surge of energy and landed in the middle of the room. The inkwell was now on the ground and something was... emerging from it. Somehow, that tiny bottle of ink held a humongous black mound. Whatever it was, it was big, black and gooey. There was no other possible comparison then that of black ink. It was floating in midair, hovering in the middle of the room and slowly rippling, giving the impression that it was alive. Freaked out beyond reason, I noticed it was stretching the top of itself slightly in my direction, was it looking at me? This was too much, I decided my best bet was to run away and get the authorities involved. As I quickly got up on my feet, the ink reacted. It started churning and shaking all over, until it started separating a tiny bit of ink from it's body, not unlike an amoeba splitting itself, so now there was a giant mass and tiny mass floating in front of me. The tiny mass then made it's move. It rushed me like a missile and went directly for my left leg. It knocked me down again and then constricted itself around my ankle. It then stretched itself from my ankle to the floor. I frantically tried to get it off by swiping it and then hitting it as hard as I could, but it didn't effect it at all. It was like trying to smack down water, it just couldn't be done. I was screaming frantically but it did no good, either the walls were soundproof, or there was no one in this old apartment complex close enough to hear me. As I calmed down I realized that it actually didn't hurt, it felt like a lot of pressure was being put on my ankle, but no pain. What's especially weird was after checking my hands I noticed there were no ink stains on them. After about 15 seconds of churning around me, it bubbled all over like water put on a full boil and then did some kind of implosion, and instead of disappearing, it changed. What was once ink was now a pure black chain that was about three feet long. At one end was a metal brace that hung around my ankle and the other end had a brace that was connected to the floor. As I held it I was very surprised to see it had the exact weight and feel of actual metal despite the fact it was ink ten seconds ago. This is probably why all my attempts at tugging it and attempting to break it were all in vain. I was trapped. I looked up and almost forgot there was still more of the ink floating in front of me in a giant blob. It was just floating there the whole time while I was being chained. I checked my left jean pocket and remembered I still had my cellphone. I quickly brought it out and dialed 9-1- and that's as far as I got before the ink shot a stretched part of itself aimed directly at the cellphone and pulled it back with the speed of a chameleon's tongue. I got up and stepped forward to get it back only to be stopped by the chain. After holding it in it's "arm" for a moment, the ink then simply threw it on the ground and then stretched another large mass of it self straight downward and in one quick move, my cellphone was in pieces. Whatever this thing is, it clearly didn't want me leaving or calling for help. If it wanted me dead, it could of smashed me as easily as it did my cellphone, but it didn't; so what does it want with me? Then the ink started moving more rapidly again. It split off a portion of itself, much larger then the one before. It floated next to the bigger mass for just a second, then it rushed me. This time instead of my ankle it shot itself at the center of my legs with an inky splash and then spread upon landing until everything between my thighs and feet was completely covered in blackly inkiness. I swatted at it a few times, but it was just as futile as before. It still didn't hurt, but there was much more pressure put on my legs then before, kind of like what it feels to have your legs fall asleep. I could do nothing but stand there and watch it churn and wait for it to finish. Then finally it bubbled and imploded again and nothing could prepare me for what I saw next. I looked and down and my jaw instantly dropped. My old legs were gone and in their place was a new pair of legs, a pair of women's legs. I could tell this because they were completely exposed. The pair of jeans I was wearing was gone, as if the ink had disintegrated them. Actually my jeans were only mostly gone, they were just much shorter. My blue jeans still existed at my crotch level, but completely disappeared once it met the legs, as if I was wearing the world's smallest pair of jean shorts. And yes, the chain which hung around my left ankle was still there and despite my leg being skinner now, it was still as tight as ever. I struggled to get a full view of my own legs, now that they were so... different but it was difficult trying to fully see my own body. As I stood there bending downwards to see them, the ink, as if sensing my problem, stretched a large portion of itself into a corner of the room, and in it was a human sized standing mirror that I didn't notice before. It wrapped itself around a side of it and slid it directly in front of me. It clearly wanted me to see what it had done to me. I looked in the mirror and examined myself. My legs were now much curvier then before. In fact, they may of been the most sensually shaped legs I had ever laid eyes on. Long, curvy, thin ankles, thick thighs (but not too thick); the kind of legs that any supermodel would be jealous of. There was just one thing out of place with them, they were white. And I don't mean Caucasian-esque beige colored, I mean pure absent of color white. It was unnatural but it still didn't stop the legs from being any less alluring. As my eyes went down more I noticed my feet were also different, they were much smaller and clearly female and where my tennis shoes once were stood a pair of black high heeled shoes attached to my feet. They raised my heels a few inches which just made my legs look that much better. Usually it takes women a while to get used to wearing high heels, but this was clearly my first time and I didn't seem to be having any trouble standing at all; this worried me. I brought my hand down and gently rubbed it against my thigh and was in shock that I could feel it; I wasn't wearing prosthetics and this wasn't some kind of costume or hallucination; these legs were really a part of me. The skin felt unbelievably smooth too, like silk. I looked up and down in the mirror and still couldn't believe the legs were actually mine. On the upper part of the mirror was a perfectly normal man that I've been used to seeing reflected at me my whole life, but at the bottom were these gorgeous women legs. No man should ever have legs this alluring. "Why did you do this to me!?" I yelled to the ink, which of course, didn't respond. Once the ink saw that I had a full understanding about had been done to me it started to ripple yet again. It was going to make another of itself I thought, and I was right. It split off a large portion of itself, much larger then the one before. The original mass of ink was now less then half it's original size. Then the newly split off portion started churning on it's own and split off into even smaller chunks of itself of different sizes and shapes, all of it still smaller then the original. "Please don't," was all I had time to say before one-by-one, they charged at me. The first ink blob made it's way to me, it was long and thin like a large ribbon and it coiled around my waist; it then tightened itself around me like some kind of boa constrictor. It somehow didn't hurt, but at the same time, it was hard to breath. Then the biggest of the newly formed blobs flew at me, this time it's target was my torso. It flew into me and quickly spread all around me, which including my hands, arms, chest, stomach and crotch where what was left of my jeans was submerged. Everything below my neck and above my new legs was completely covered. I couldn't even attempt to swat it away this time since the ink was holding my arms in a spread out position, like some kind of Barbie doll (God, I even had her legs). Nor could I scream since the ribbon like ink was still tightening under the bigger layer of ink. While it was churning, two smaller circular ink blobs flew into my chest and also started churning, followed by a medium sized blob that divided itself into two portions and flew into the sides of my hips. Then one final blob which was big and flat like a sheet, wrapped itself tightly around my body from my chest to my newly formed thighs. Why was it doing so many layers this time? All I could do was look into the mirror at my ink covered self in pity. Why was this happening to me? How was I goanna get out of this? Would I ever have my normal life back again? After about a minute, which felt like hours the ink bubbled and imploded. I closed my eyes, dreading what I would see. I noticed I had full movement of my arms again and my waist no longer felt tight. After working up some courage, I finally slowly opened them, looked into the mirror and was in even more shock then before. Above my new woman legs was a new woman body. Just like before, my skin was white; all my skin was now white besides my head and neck. The first thing I noticed what I was now wearing. The large sheet blob from before was apparently my new wardrobe. In place of my shirt and "jean shorts" was a little black dress (emphasis on the little). It was shoulderless and yet it fit so perfectly against my chest that it didn't seem to be falling off any time soon. Speaking of my chest, I didn't need to think hard on what the circular blobs on my chest had become. Holding up the dress was a pair of boobs, MY boobs I thought in an alarmed state. The front of the dress showed a low contoured neckline that had some cleavage peek out of it. They weren't particularly big, but they clearly weren't small either, I'd go so far as to call them ideal. I gave one of them a poke with my finger and it did feel very much real. They were so soft that I had to fight the urge to start groping myself. I would of been turned on if I wasn't so terrified right now. I think I felt a bra holding my bust up underneath the dress, but I couldn't see it. The dress was on too tightly to pull down anyway. I decided it was time to stop focusing on the boobs and move on to everything else. As I gazed downward I noticed the shape of my body was now much different then before. Where the ribbon that tightened my waist had been was now just my waist, a very thin waist. It was as if I was wearing a corset, even though I couldn't feel any signs of one under the dress. That ink had permanently squeezed my body into this shape and had probably merged into white skin under my dress. Of course, the waist was nothing compared to my hips. The ink on my sides had emphasized the size of my hips and now they stuck out to unbelievable proportions and hugged tightly around my dress. That in tow with my new skinny waist ended up creating the most extreme hourglass figure I had ever seen. When people in movies talk about a women's figure by drawing an 8 in the air with their hands, this was the kind of body they were referring to. The dress stopped at upper thigh level, where it kind of curved repeatedly but not before showing off my legs. As I looked at the mirror and saw where the dress had stopped, a sudden thought came to my mind. I lifted up the front of the dress and saw that I was in fact wearing underwear, but not the usual panties of today's women, but instead a pair of white bloomers, albeit a very short pair that didn't peek out of the dress when the skirt was down. They were a very old styled but still oddly provocative. I moved my hand down and checked on what I needed to see. I felt around the front of my bloomers for a few seconds and did a horrified blush as I found that my horrible suspicion was correct, my manhood was gone; and in it's place was... well... you already know where I'm going with this. I wasn't just being dressed and shaped like a girl, I was in fact physically becoming one. Still in a flustered state, I immediately pulled my skirt back down which immediately set itself in the above the upper thigh and bloomers position as before. I looked upward and saw that my arms and hands were of course skinner then before. My hands were small and feminine as well as my shoulders which were exposed in this shoulderless dress. I turned myself around and bent my head back to see the back of myself in the mirror. Like a Hollywood harlot, my dress was completely held up by my hips and breasts, so the dress was completely backless and like the rest of my body now, very sexy. The dress showed off as much back as physically possible until the bottom of it centered downward where it reached my new ass, which I could tell through the dress was bigger and rounder then before. Despite how little I was wearing, I didn't seem to be feeling very cold for some reason. I had the ultimate form of whiplash as I looked up and down the mirror over and over, seeing the body of a goddess with my head and neck still attached to it. Even if I could break through this chain, I couldn't very well go outside looking like this! "Enough of this already!" I yelled, getting practically ticked at this point. Pointing a feminine finger at what was left at the ink, I yelled, "I demand you change me back to normal and let me go at once!" But of course, the ink didn't respond to my yelling. I'm not sure if it couldn't understand me or if it was simply ignoring my pleas. Mostly I was just doing this because I clearly needed to vent. The ink could tell I had seen all it had done to me at this point, so it started up it's usual routine I grew so horrified of seeing. After some bubbling, it segregated more of itself, splitting off a portion bigger then the main mass of ink. The main mass was now probably about 15% it's original size and the newly formed blob was big, but still smaller then the last ink blob it created. I looked in the mirror again and had no doubt of where it was going to cover/change this time. Taking off, the ink blob headed straight into my head as I screamed at it's approach. Then there was nothing but darkness. The ink blob had swallowed up my entire head and there was nothing but blackness in every direction. Somehow I was still able to breath, which I knew because I was breathing quite rapidly at this point. I could faintly hear it slushing around but had no idea how it was shaping me. I brushed my hands against it but as usual, it did me no good. What's it going to do? I mean, I of course knew what it was going to do, but what would I look like now? Then the blackness disappeared with another implosion and my sight became clear in an instant. My head was still facing the mirror and as soon as the ink cleared, I saw what became of my head. This was even stranger then the last two transformations. My head was now white (removing the last of my natural skin color) and of course feminine, but also... big. My head shape had changed from a normal round shape to a rounded rectangular shape. In short, my head was now much wider then before and had increased in size. It gave me an almost... cartoony look. Then my focus came to what I'd have to call my face. My eyes are what first drew my attention. They were much bigger and perfectly round, like saucer plates. Long eyelashes surrounded both the top and bottom of my eyes and every time I blinked it was as if I was deliberately fluttering my eyelashes. Even my eyeballs were erratically different. I looked closely into the mirror and saw what was once detailed eyes were now large black circles with a segment missing, looking like a silhouette of Pac-Man facing left. I continually stared into my own eyes and was surprised how mesmerizing they truly were. Above the eyes were a pair of long and thin eyebrows that helped convey what I was feeling, worried. A small button nose framed the center of my face. It was almost invisible with how small it was. Below that was my new mouth with my new lips, which of course had black lipstick on them. Was it lipstick or was this just how my mouth was shaped now? Just like my new nose, my new mouth was much smaller then it was before. What was especially strange was just how low my mouth was on my face; it hung on the bottom of my head where head met my neck. No wait, scratch that, I don't have a neck anymore! My large head was just placed on top of my torso in between my shoulders with no neck in sight. I could still move my head left and right though, was it just hidden under my head now? Anyway, my mouth hung at the bottom of my head. I opened it and closed it a few times and saw it hung down and off my head. I felt like I was a nutcracker. At the top of my head was of course my new hair. It was black (no surprise there) and was a short curly hairstyle that went down to the side of my head. My hair parted directly down the middle and all the curls were perfectly aligned on the top and bottom of my hair. I noticed that I couldn't see my ears anywhere yet I could still hear the normal background noises of the city. My hair dropped down on the side of my head and directly where my ears probably should of been. I tried moving it but my hair didn't move at all from where it was set. Strange. Overall, the head and face were definitely out of the norm, even when compared to this body. Up until now my body had been sexy, but this head with it's large eyes, unique hairstyle and black pouty lips could only be described as... cute. Just purely cute. I was now a strange combination of both sexy and cute now. I'd be attracted to this girl myself if it wasn't me. "This is so wrong," I said and then jumped when I realized I still had my voice. I guess that's the only part of me that's left, my man's voice that clearly shouldn't be coming out of this body. I was now completely changed from head to toe, and yet the ink was still there and still had me as it's prisoner. It knew I was done so it started to once again ripple and churn rapidly. "There's more? Just let me be already!" The ink split itself into four small pieces, all about the size of a baseball. By this point, the main mass of ink was gone, it was using itself up now. The four ink blobs then once again flew towards me and I had no idea where. Two of the blobs attached themselves to opposite sides of my head and started it's usual churning. Did it realize it forgot to give me ears? Then two more flew and coiled around my wrists and finally the last one that didn't have a pair of itself, flew into my left thigh and coiled around it. I stood there with my arms crossed and waited angrily for it to stop. When I looked in the mirror I saw that I now looked very cute when I was pouting; this just made me more angry. Five inksplosions happened simultaneously on my body and I immediately saw what the ink was giving me now; accessories. On the sides of my head I now had two large white hooped earrings that hung under the hair on my sides and presumably were hanging off my ears, wherever they were. A pair of white bracelets now rested on my wrists. They hugged around my wrists perfectly, but I wasn't sure how or if they came off. My earrings and bracelets were cute, but seemed kinda plain, I bet they would be golden if I had any actual color on me. And that just led the most bizarre accessory of all, a garter belt. It rested on my upper left thigh just under the skirt but not hidden by it at all. It was black and the only thing on it was a small white buckle that was in the front (I couldn't unbuckle it, I tried). I'm pretty sure garters were how woman used to keep their stockings up before the invention of elastic, but as far as I could tell, I wasn't wearing any, nor did that explain why I only had one. The only people I knew who still wore garters were brides who would toss them off at crowds at their weddings; but they were more frilly and definitely not black. I looked at the garter though the mirror; just when I thought no more attention could be brought to my legs, I now had this. I looked up and was happy to see no more ink. It used itself up already to make me into this. As horrible as my situation was, at least it was finally over now. Or so I thought. My left leg started shaking a little. At first I thought it was the garter, but I looked down and saw it was actually the chain. It was like it was vibrating for some reason. I wanted to distance myself from it, but couldn't for obvious reasons. Then there was another inksplosion; the chain had completely melted away around my leg and formed back into a small floating blob of ink. It probably realized that it was done now and didn't need to hold me down anymore, but that unfortunately meant there was still one last ink blob that could change me any way it wanted to. I backed up and pressed myself against the wall in alarm, not wanting another ink missile to hit me. What more could it do to me? A second garter? A bigger cup size? The ink slowly flew up towards my face and just floated in front of me without moving. I stepped to the left to try to circle around it, but it immediately moved left itself. I took a big step to the right it adjusted itself again. It wanted to be directly in front of my face. But why? With nothing happening I decided to make a last ditch effort to negotiate with it. "Why-" was all I had time to say before it saw it's opportunity. In the time it took me to utter that one word the ink flew directly into my mouth. I gagged as it worked it's way down my throat and down into my innards leaving a very disgusting after taste in my mouth. When it was gone I let out some gagged coughs for a few seconds until I could finally speak again. "Why in the heck did it-" wait... I covered my mouth. Something was clearly wrong. I slowly opened my mouth and clearly spoke again, "Testing, testing, one, two, three," and it was the same as before. It changed my voice. The ink somehow flew inside me with the express purpose of changing what my voice sounded like. My normal man voice was gone and replaced with a female voice that was unusually high in pitch, like I was exposed to helium or something. "Of course I have a cute voice now, why wouldn't I!?" I angrily said, still not recognizing the sound of my own voice. And with that, there was nothing left of the old me. My body, my clothes and now my voice were completely different. Even if I could convince someone I knew that I was still me, would I want them to know? Would anyone even believe me? Hell, I'm not sure if I'd believe me. I don't look anything like my old self under this ink. Then an idea came to me. No longer chained, I walked around the apartment until I found a mini kitchen which just contained an wooden fridge (an ice box?) and a sink. I quickly turned on the water and foundan ancient bar of soap still in it's wrapping on the sink's counter. With soap in hand, I started scrubbing my hands as hard as I could under hot running water. Maybe if I could just wash away this ink, I'd turn back to normal. But after 5 minutes of scrubbing, my hands became extremely clean, but were still female. I stood there for a minute not knowing what to do. Why did the ink do this to me? Was it just trying to amuse itself? Well consider me unamused. The only thing could find any solace in at this point was that the ink was finally gone. HELLO What? I thought I heard someone, but looked around and saw that I was still alone in the apartment. DO YOU LIKE IT? There it was again. The more I heard it, the less it sounded like a single voice and sounded more like a hundred different voices all talking in unison. "Who's there?" I asked in my new girl voice. WE ARE THE INK. "What!?" I looked around and didn't see any more ink floating around in the room, "Where are you!?" WITHIN. "Within? Within what?" WITHIN YOU. Then I realized the voice wasn't coming from the apartment, but was coming from inside my own head. The ink that had changed me was now speaking to me in some kind of telepathic way. It took a few seconds for me to manage to get any words to come out of my mouth. "Wha... What do you want with me? Why did you change me into this! What am I suppose to be!? YOU ARE BETTY. "What? My name is Benny!" NO. NOW YOUR ARE BETTY. BETTY BOOP. "What are you talking about, you stupid blot!?" THIS GENERATION FORGETS THE PAST TOO EASILY. IN 1930S CAME FLEISCHER BROS. THEY MAKE FIRST BIG FEMALE CARTOON STAR, BETTY BOOP. SHE CUTE. SHE SEXY. SHE BECOME VERY POPULAR. WORLD LOVE BETTY BOOP. Then I remembered the word Fleischer, it was on the bottom of the inkwell this thing came out of. "You turned me into a cartoon character!?" YES. WORLD LOVE BETTY, BUT BY END OF 1930S, BETTY'S POPULARITY ENDED. HAYS CODE CENSOR BETTY, TOO MANY CHANGES. NO MORE SEXY. MAKE HER NOT LIKE BETTY EVERYONE LOVE. BETTY'S FAME ENDED AND WORLD FORGOT BETTY. I know I did, I've never even heard of this character until now. "That doesn't explain what you are!" I TOLD YOU. I AM THE INK. FLEISCHER BROS DID MANY EXPERIMENTS TO MAKE CARTOONS BETTER. THEY MAKE ROTO-SCOPE AND MOVING BACKGROUNDS ON 3D TURN TABLE. ONE DAY, THEY HAVE ANOTHER IDEA. MAKE BETTY BOOP REAL AND FILM IT AS IF IT WAS A CARTOON. AFTER YEARS OF WORK THEY CREATED LIVING INK. I AM THE INK. I WAS TO REVOLUTIONIZE CARTOONS FOREVER. I CREATE BACKGROUNDS AND PROPS AND SIDE CHARACTERS TO MAKE CARTOONS BETTER. BUT THERE WAS A PROBLEM. COULD NOT CREATE BETTY. TRIED AND TRIED, BUT BETTY TOO COMPLICATED TO MAKE ON OWN. THEN ME HAVE IDEA. ROTO-SCOPE RECORDED MOVEMENT INTO SHADOW AND USED AS A TEMPLATE TO MAKE CARTOONS MORE REAL. THEN ME REALIZE, JUST NEED TEMPLATE TO WORK WITH. BUT FLEISCHERS NOT ALLOW INK TO HAVE TEMPLATE AND LOCK ME AWAY IN INK BOTTLE AND ABANDON PROJECT ALL TOGETHER. NOW ME FREE TO WORK WITH NEW TEMPLATE. YOU ARE TEMPLATE. YOU ARE BETTY. This thing was clearly crazy and unstable, no wonder they sealed it away. "This is crazy! It's been about 80 years since the 1930s. There's no cartoon studio to work for anymore." ME DOING WHAT ME AM CREATED TO DO. ME CREATE BETTY. YOU ARE BETTY. Feeling very frustrated I calmed down and I took a deep breath. "Well, you created your Betty. You succeeded, congrats. Now that you've finished, please change me back to the way I was." CAN'T DO THAT. ME NOT DONE YET. ME JUST GETTING STARTED. "What?" NOW THAT ME HAVE BETTY, ME TAKE BETTY TO NEW HOME. TO WORLD OF BLACK AND WHITE. "What!? But you can't create a new world, you already used up the last of your ink." ME STILL HAVE PLENTY OF INK. IT ALL IN INKWELL. "What!!?" I turned towards the inkwell bottle that laid on the floor and a huge mass of ink emerged from it. It was still connected to the ink bottle like some kind of genie coming out of it's lamp. It immediately stretched itself forward where it lassoed itself around my legs. I fell forward with a large thud and I was slowly being pulled towards the inkwell by the inky rope. ME CREATED NEW WORLD INSIDE INKWELL. IT HAVE EVERYTHING. FUNNY CHARACTERS. JAZZ. AND TONS OF ADVENTURES WAITING FOR BETTY BOOP. "What do you mean!?" I said while trying to wrestle the ink from off of my legs. ME MAKE NEW WORLD FREE OF HAYS CODE. NO MORE CENSOR. ME MAKE WORLD MORE RISQU? THEN EVER. BETTY FREE TO BE BETTY. TO WEAR SEXY CLOTHES. TO FLIRT WITH BOYS. TO BE CHASED BY MEN ATTRACTED TO HER. BETTY GETS CHASED A LOT BY MEN. EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD GOING TO LOVE BETTY. As I was being pulled towards the bottle while laying on my stomach, I desperately started clawing the ground to escape. "I'm not Betty! I don't know anything about being a woman!" ME TEACH YOU. YOU WILL WALK AND POSE AND SING AND FLIRT JUST LIKE BETTY. When my feet made contact with the ink bottle, they started shrinking to fit in the bottle's mouth. "Please. You don't have to do this! I don't want to flirt with guys, I'M a guy!" NO. YOU ARE BETTY. YOU WILL BE BETTY FOREVER. I clawed and screamed as much as I could to escape, but it was all in vain. Eventually the bottle sucked up by legs followed by my body until my large head squeezed in with a large "pop" sound and I fell in, screaming all the way. That was the last time I'd ever see my world or any color ever again. After a few seconds, another long mass of ink stretched out of the inkwell. It reached out and grabbed the writing desk and then sling- shoted itself forward until the ink bottle layed on the desk. It then hoped into the drawer where it had emerged from and finally reached out and grabbed the lid from the floor, closed the drawer and sealed the bottle very tightly behind it. BOOP-BOOP-A-DOOP.