Testing

Chuck returned to work and did his job despite mentally distracting himself. After work, he went back to the park to do some more tests and saw a ripe target.

A young woman with short dark hair was smoking a cigarette and not caring where the smoke went. She wore black denim jeans and a purple t-shirt. An older lady walking her dog complained about the smoke, but the young lady rolled her eyes and said nothing.

Chuck sat at the bench next to her. She saw him staring at her

"You got a problem too?"

Stuck to the bench, dressed like a baby, with a pacifier stuck in her mouth, and dildo in her hand where her cigarette is and stuck to her fingers. She has no idea why her clothes changed and what's happening to her.

The young woman changed

Suddenly, she started to freak out as she noticed something stuck in her mouth. She lifted her hands and noticed the dildo. She tried to drop it but could not. She tried to stand but could not.

So, I can do changes and make the target realize things have changed, thought Chuck as he enjoyed watching the young woman freak out.

She's dressed in a frilly pink and white outfit with pink heel and has with a baby rattle glued to her right hand with water soluble glue. She knows her outfit changed and can move, and nicotine gives her explosive diarrhea.

The young woman's clothes change again as she kept freaking out.

She stands up, tries to drop the rattle, but she can't. She looks around in panic.

"Miss are you OK?" Asked Chuck. "You seem to be having a breakdown."

"What was I wearing when you sat down?" She asked.

"Um, what you're wearing now: you're dressed like a toddler with high heels."

"But...uh...um...Oh god!" she ran off towards the public bathrooms, slightly hunched over with her left hand on her stomach, and she was waving her right hand trying to drop the rattle, but only making it rattle.