Let the poor thing sleep.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! There are no poor unfortunate souls in my story!" The Trickster's voice bellows from all around you. "I'm not going to sit here and let you read another chapter where all she does is whine and sleep! You made your choice. Now she has to live with it!"

The girl's bed tremors. Kacie sits up, slow to realize what is going on around her. She presses her hands against the mattress, trying to steady it. You can only look on in horror as a gloved hand, armed with knife-like talons, pierces her bedding and rises up between her parted thighs. She screams and scrambles crab-like to the headboard of her bed, pressing her back against it as she tries to climb her way up it without looking away from the deadly digits. The mattress sinks into itself around the outstretched arm, forming a perfect well. And from that well ascends the man himself—The Trickster—floating as the wind created by his wake makes the bells on his hat jingle.

"What the fuck!?" Kacie screams at the Trickster. "What are you doing in my room? I wasn't even doing anything! I was sleeping!"

"I know what you were doing, my dear Kacie." He says, his voice dripping with venom. "And whose bright idea was that?"

The man in the jester hat looks past his winsome prey and directly at you. Your heart starts to thump-thump-thump like a rabbit's foot, but you're not twitterpated. You want to run. You don't want to see what comes next, or do you? You know what the Trickster promised would happen to these girls, and the familiar feelings of arousal creep back into your incorporeal loins.

"What's wrong with sleeping? Is sleeping against the rules or something?"

The trickster's lips snake up into a Cheshire grin. He spins around to address the girl directly.

"As a matter of fact..." He unfurls a scroll that spills out in front of Kacie and then rolls across the floor, long enough to reach the opposite wall. "...if you'll look right up here at rule number one!"

He taps the parchment a few times, waiting for the shock of his plaything when she reads what is written there.

"It's too dark in here, I can't—"

"Oh, right! Of course! Silly me! Don't let your head come unscrewed. I'll take care of that!"

With a snap of his fingers the parchment is illuminated as if he had focused a spotlight directly upon the thick black lettering. The ink doesn't even look dry.

Rule #1: Kacie is not allowed to sleep through the adventure because it is boring and nobody wants to read about boring shit.

"See, it's as plain as the light coming from your face..." He says with a sinister giggle.

Kacie's entire head is lit up like a jack-o-lantern. Her startled expression enhances the effect as beams of light course from her open mouth and wide eyes. Her alabaster skin looks almost translucent with light emitting from somewhere inside of her. You can see the red hue of her lips and the blood in her veins. It is an eerie sight.

"What did you do to me!?" Kacie squeaks out as her fingers drag across her face in horror.

"You've been sitting in a dark room day! How is anyone supposed to see the gift I've given you when you're sitting in the dark?" The Trickster strokes his chin as he ogles Kacie's legs. "In fact, I've had enough of the sitting part too..."

The snap reverberates as those long legs go rigid like a plastic doll's and then swing to the side of the bed. The girl they are attached to struggles to resist, but they move with robotic strength and yank her from her bed even as she clings to the sheets by her fingernails. A nervous whine escapes Kacie's luminous lips as she stands. She takes a few steps and then stops in front of a pair of black patent stilettos. Her feet slip gracefully into the heels and then her legs lock into a pose that makes her thighs rub together suggestively.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! That's more like it!" The evil imp beams with pride. "This is what I pictured when I gave you those legs!"

"Please, no more..." Kacie pleads. "I swear I can be more entertaining. I'll dress up and strut around for your amusement. I'll do anything... Please! I don't want to be some kind of freak!"

"Tut, tut, my dear! I'm growing rather tired of your mouth. You will accept the consequences of your inaction."

His gnarled fingers trace across the girl's jaw and she goes quiet. Her body trembles and a wordless whimper escapes from her open lips. The Trickster floats a few paces from the frozen damsel and admires his handiwork. His hands frame Kacie's visage and then SNAP! In an instant the girl is dressed in a tight pomegranate corset. It cinches around her waist, but leaves her small breasts exposed—nipples resplendent with silver barbells piercing them. A matching skirt flares out around her hips, but leaves enough room for you to still peer at her creamy thighs. The outfit, and her appearance is now that of a burlesque dancer, complete with sheer, argyle patterned stockings.

"Maybe if you're lucky your friend will make it to the end of the day. If not, I'm going to make sure that your legs are admired for a very long time..."

The Trickster pulls the laces on the back of the corset and Kacie groans. As it tightens, her body compresses and shrinks. Her arms spring up above her head, outstretched, grasping at the air as another tug of the laces sucks her long torso into the corset itself. You can no longer see the girl's small breasts as the corset swallows her up to her arm pits. Inch by inch, Kacie is swallowed by the silk and lace bodice, being pulled in like she was in the mouth of a snake. Another tightening and she disappears up to her neck. The Trickster performs the action with glee, snickering as the blonde's ability to scream is devoured by the hard shell of her corset. Her radiance is now only visible through the filter of the shade the bodice has become. There is no need to tighten it further. Kacie submits to her fate, her fingertips slipping inside with the rest of her. The Trickster picks up her transformed body and places her on the bedside table.

Your bright idea to let Kacie sleep has turned the leggy blonde into nothing but a leggy lamp. It's time we turn the lights off on this chapter. Maybe next time your choices will be a little less dim, but for Kacie, this is...

THE END