Stabbing a large, almost forearm long, pretty and ornate key into the back of somebody's pelvis and holding it firmly from rotating, watching the body twitch as it quickly and suddenly grinds to a halt.
Metal, previously piercing through bone, hooks up right to the central nervous system as it punches through the spinal column and starts to grow a proper brass socket for itself, clearing skin and meat and bone as the person stabbed stands there fully still, incapable of moving because the key is prevented from turning.
A wave crawls out from the edge of the socket, skin paling and smoothing out as it shrinks subtly to give a daintier physique, bones and flesh pushed out from the center of each limb, packing and hardening into solid, hollow, abnormally resilient enchanted porcelain tubes. The whole body feels hot and cold and heavier and lighter at the same time, so confusing.
Face harden into a pretty girly mask that freezes for a moment until the new doll clicks its eyelids quietly and realizes that it can kind of force its face to make expressions, even though it is not up to it how they look exactly, defaulting to a pretty, demure and feminine manner at all times.
Cables and pulleys and springs and gears jumpstart in the hollow torso, echoing in it quietly, not a hint of the old gross guts, machinery trying to move despite the key still being held in place...
The changes stop. And then, and only then, the key is let go, spinning away until it settles into a comfortable, steady pace. The doll's body feels light, so light that it could almost float as it stumbles forward a bit on its new heels — integrated into its very feet now, no need for silly shoes. Everything feels the same but different — it can move almost exactly like it used to, only more graceful now, like a wind up ballerina. The weight and movement of the key reverberates through its spine [it no longer has that stupid human thing] ceramic torso and steel armature, the steady hum of the mechanism rubbing against its mind, an inescapable reminder of its new, transformed on a whim, nature.
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