You're Not Exactly Shy That You Want It.

You're not exactly shy that you want it.

To be reduced, transformed, entranced.

So when it starts, it's welcome.

It feels good to let go, to give in to the warm pink thoughts. Almost like returning to a womb.

It arouses you. The idea of being subsumed buy this new self.

But then you start to have trouble thinking. Details float away of who you are.

Your past becomes hazy. Perhaps it's this confusion that causes the first hint of panic.

But panic is too strong of a word. Whatever's doing this to you is dulling your sense of self preservation. You know you should care, but it's so difficult when even thing is warm and pink and fuzzy.

The last bit of the old you pushes through, trying to form the words to stop, but it's far too late for that.

You're in the pink now.

And everything feels wonderful.

Art by Pachu