Gwen tries desperately to shift, but her body remains locked in place, the disc beneath her feet pulsing faintly. "Where am I?... Nylonica labs?"

Gwen stares down at her legs and feet, confusion and terror mixing in her expression. "I am wearing Nylonica bunny tights? I am about to be Nylonized?"

Gwen lets out a strangled cry, her gaze fixed on her legs as they begin to change in texture and sheen. "The tights.... becoming nylon....can't fight it!"

Gwen does not move, her posture frozen, her voice now mechanical and sweet. "Nylonization complete, I am a Nylonica unit"