Upside-down Cheesecake

Anna’s platform soles shifted underneath and she was sent head-first into the floor. The performer could see the other customers in line try to reach out to her.

“Wait,” she shouted, “Please keep your distance from me! The transformation is incomplete!”

A few seconds later, the panels locked into place and Annabelle tried to stand. The first thing she noticed was that her legs were exposed. Janice helped cover herself in white bodypaint to match her character so Anna didn’t really view this as a drawback. While she was a bit embarrassed by how frail her body tended to look, the performer was aware that she needed to show off if she was going to wear the swimsuit preset later. The second thing she noticed was the additional weight to upper torso. The suit and gravity itself was fighting against her as Anna lifted her arms. This was point of time when she discovered the third thing wrong with her suit.

Her entire outfit was upside-down.

“What the-?” Anna trailed off as she looked at herself once more.

Her boots had engulfed her arms, up to her elbows. Her skirt was now where her tank top should have been. Thankfully, the hydraulics were still active, keeping the skirt’s form and shielding her breasts. Her legs extended out of the sleeves of the tank top. Anna soon lost her balance again. She propped herself up with her boot-arms. Her knees bent in. The momentum carried her forward. Her boot-arms hit the floor and repeated the action until she came to a complete stop.

Giggles amongst the crowd quickly erupted into a huge roar of laughter. Anna felt her cheeks heat up. She always loved to entertain but this was degrading. She’d never be able to live this down if Elise Hartmann caught word of it.

“Gorilla!” a young boy shouted. He pointed towards Anna before his mother covered his eyes. The mother gave the performer a stern look.

Anna questioned the woman’s actions. Sure, this transformation was humiliating but she hadn’t done anything that could offend someone. Had she? Anna checked herself again and discovered her newest problem.

The tank top that now covered her waist was locked. The sleeves had fastened themselves to her upper thighs, keeping them spread apart. However, Anna had forgotten about the collar. The hole that acted as a perfect fit for her head was now displaying her pelvic region. Her most intimate area was only protected by a pair of seamless white panties.

Anna wished she’d stayed ignorant. She didn’t scream. She was probably in shock. The actress slowly moved her boot-arms in front of her.

Through a shaken voice, Anna declared, “C-call ‘Mm-Mom.’”

The communicator in her helmet activated. Anna listened to white noise as she waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello, ‘Mom’ here,” Janice replied, slightly disgruntled at the call, “What do you need, ‘Jen?’”

“‘Mom,’ I ha-have a situation with the suit,” Anna continued, “It glitched out and it’s giving me some trouble.” She tried to calm herself a bit more.

“SURRENDER!” Anna’s plan was immediately squandered as Killgore shouted on the other end of the line.

“Would you just be quiet for ten minutes!?” Janice shouted back before realizing what ‘Jenny’ had said, “Wait, trouble? Annabelle, you need to return here immediately. That suit’s an investment-” Janice continued on but Anna couldn’t hear her as the static built up.

‘Wait a minute,’ Anna said to herself,_ _‘This is a closed line. There shouldn’t be static. Right?’

Anna shook her head and tried to focus on Janice’s voice. Her manager asked, “Anna, did you get all of that?”

“No, there’s interference. What did you say?” Anna replied.

“Can you make it back here?” Janice asked again.

Anna bit her lip. She could cover herself while stationary but she’d obviously give something to see if she took even a single step.