Annie's torso fills the mirror, but your body is nowhere to be found. You scan for any sign of your existence, but all you see are the outlines of her abs. Now that her shirt has been removed, you can clearly see them rising up to either side of you, as big and sturdy as city blocks. Below you, some distance away, her skin slopes down into the giant pit that forms her navel. Looking upward, you can just barely see the bottom curve of her breasts. You feel so tiny; though you lack any body of your own, your sense of self ends at what would be the range of your extended arms, as though you were lying in a star-position. But even then, it would take fifty of you to reach from one ab to the other.

Again, a flashing warning text appears in your vision: "WARNING: Living matter is detected as part of user's form! Retrieval may be compromised!"

Your world sways and the text disappears as Annie shifts her weight, cocking her hip to the side as she poses for herself in front of the mirror. Her reflected gaze travels up and down her own body; her hazel eyes sparkle, and a self-satisfied smirk plays at her lips as she raises an arm.

Shadow overtakes you, and your view of the mirror is blotted out by a ceiling of skin descending. The great crease of her palm is like a trench through pale sand, but coming toward you instead of you to it. Air pressure builds as gaseous molecules make a mad dash to escape from under the falling appendage. And then her palm lands with light slap.

Tons of flesh rest on top of you. Enormous muscles flex all round: her abs as she hardens them, and her hand as her fingers stroke her brick-like musculature. The ridges of her palm scrub over you until it moves off to the right. Her fingers trail behind like four gargantuan tails, arching over you to feel the definition in her toned abdomen.

And then the whole appendage falls away and out of your sight. She shifts her weight again in the mirror, and then your world is swirling blur of colors as she turns around. The vibrations of her giant footsteps roll up through her body. Each step carries you closer and closer to her closet.