Gwen stands as if frozen in time, her breath shallow and uncertain, her blue plaid skirt and green top contrasting with the sterile environment. Suddenly, her eyelids flutter open, pupils darting wildly as she tries to move, terror flooding her face. "Help me?... Why can't I move?"

Gwen forces her gaze downward, noticing the shimmer of energy. Panic sharpens her voice as she tries to comprehend what is happening. "I am about to be Nylonized?!" Tiny sparks begin to dance around the base, casting flickering shadows on the opaque black tights tightly wrapped around her legs and feet.

Energy snakes up from the floor, meeting the fabric of her tights and sending ripples of iridescence through the nylon. Gwen’s face contorts with fear and confusion, her body still locked in position. "Please no.... the nylon....it hurts!"

Her eyes are vacant and distant, fixed ahead, as if listening to an unheard command. The transformation is complete, and her legs—now impossibly smooth and glossy—are perfectly still, drawing all attention. "Nylonization complete, I am a Nylonicon drone"