Sparkled Into a Perfect Toon

You're walking down the street when a girl points her finger at you and a sparkle shoots

straight into your legs. They balloon outward, turning rubbery and exaggerated

like a living cartoon. Your stomach puffs up next, bouncing with each breath.

Your chest follows, reshaping entirely as your arms shrink into noodly, animated limbs.

Your face squishes and stretches, features rearranging into something impossibly cheerful.

Even your clothes morph into bright, oversized cartoon attire. She grins and says

you make a perfect toon now. Then she whispers that you're already thinking about pie

instead of your old life. Weirdly, you don't mind. You kind of love