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The screen lit up for a moment longer than it probably should. Deon didn't even have his fingers near the keyboard, the mouse unplugged. For a moment as the world was inky blackness and that stunning flash, he almost thought it had finally taken over his computer would inform to the other machines and they would-

The little Strype message beep.

Deon shook his head. He blinked and glanced in the lower right corner of the screen, shuffling out of the thick faux fur blankets and spotting the time: nearly three in the morning. Deon did have a tendency to stay up late, but he'd been trying to put himself on a regular sleep schedule for the past two days. It was even in his status. Maybe it was one of his friends in Glasgow or Japan.

Mrs.Marvel draws you into her arms and squeezes so tightly "Hello darling, a little bird told me you'd rather tweet and twitter with the source than hearsay?"

Deon blinked, jaw falling open. Mrs. Marvel was his favorite Ditter account. She specialized in linking to very precise, very well composed and extremely cute gijinka art, or humanized versions of animals or objects. Some of them were cosplays and, every so often, she would link to a photo that almost seemed real, where the outfit and the features normally associated with the original character or thing were seamless with their wearer. One of Deon's favorites was staring out at him from his wallpaper: a sinuous Dragonair girl with with a smooth, pale stomach and the perfect little gems seemingly embedded into her form, tail caught just as it was about to touch her cheek.

Deon had sent Mrs.Marvel a message with his strype on a whim. His face suddenly flushed at the name: MarvelGirl25, his icon that of a warm little sheep girl that almost seemed to wiggle in his peripheral vision. His fingers shook slightly as they met the keys.

MarvelGirl25: Umm, hello miss, gosh I didn't expect you to respond so quickly @////@ Mrs.Marvel strokes her hand over your head, gently curling some stray hairs behind your ear. "Oh but of course, you were so excited and adorable, how could I not?"

Deon swore he could feel his hair being curled back, the hairs on his head adjusted in just such a way to flatten out and smooth over. He blinked and rubbed his tangled mess of hair for a moment and then shook the mass. Just tiredness, no big deal.

MarvelGirl25: G-gosh that's so nice of you! I really didn't expect you to come to me like this! Mrs. Marvel chuckles softly and clasps her fingers on your shoulders, gently massaging out a few of the /kinks/ as she leans in. "Well, it's funny you should mention coming to you, my lovely Miss Deon, because I do have a bit of a confession to make."

Deon blinked and stared at the line, his eyes sliding over the entire thing front to back again and again. She knew his name, his actual, real life name. He also swore his shoulders felt more relaxed, loose somehow. Had something happened? Was she stalking him? Had he somehow given away his information without thinking about it? He tried typing out 'how do you know that name' but what ended up appearing in the line was

MarvelGirl25: Oh? A confession? Of course, I can keep a secret miss! Mrs. Marvel smiles and nods softly. "Of course you can, I knew you could my dear~ What if I told you that I came to you... in need so to speak? I must be entirely honest with you: my posts have been suffering, for I am bereft of... well... my computer. It's a long, tragic story, it really is, but the long and the short of it is I am in need of a new one." MarvelGirl25: Oh say it isn't so miss!

Deon blinked and... well... while he hadn't typed out that last line, he couldn't help feeling a slight tingle of panic working it's way up from the floor. Forget his worries, no Mrs.Marvel?! He... No... The world needed Mrs.Marvel's gijinka images. No wonder she knew his name, she was so desperate!

Mrs. Marvel nods sadly and scratches gently under your chin. "That said, I think I know exactly how we can help each other on this matter: how do you feel about laptop girls?"

This time Deon's fingers met the keys and he could feel the heartfelt appreciation flowing out of his fingers, the ideas in his head flowing in post after post: the smooth 'skin' of the shell, the bright monitor mounted around the stomach or chest, the keys embedded into a dress for easy access and a seamless qwerty interface, a... very interesting placement of mouse pad. Deon blushed but he couldn't help streaming his ideas out to her, as though they'd taken possession of him. He couldn't help but imagine Mrs. Marvel, the image of her indistinct but somehow present in his mind, grin flashing in pretty, glimmering approval.

Mrs. Marvel smiles and gently. "What would you say if I said that, perhaps, I could make my images real to you? More real than they'd ever been before? What if I said all it would take is a little 'Yes Miss' and I could easily tell you how to help. If you like, I can even lay it out in the next post for you:" MarvelGirl25: Yes Miss!

Deon wasn't sure if he'd actually typed it out or not, but he felt the conviction none the less. He'd never felt something so strongly in his life. It's not like he couldn't afford it, his work at the film studio had been paying off, he had more than a couple thousand stored away he was going to use on his own upgrades to his desktop in the future, but the prospect of burning a little to get Mrs. Marvel's account up and running again was a small sacrifice to make.

Mrs. Marvel chuckles and gently rubs under your chin, scratching softly. "I thought you might say something like that. Thank you so much my adorable little fangirl. Do Mrs. Marvel a little favor and unlock your front door for her okay? I'll be right there." MarvelGirl25: Yes Miss!

Deon was fairly certain he'd spoken that last post out loud, rather than actually having typed it. He stood up and couldn't help feeling his hips wiggling a little as he thought about how cute it looked. It was a weird thought to be sure, but he couldn't help imagining it's what that cute laptop gijinka would do. He practically squealed and wished it would carry the modulated lilt of a beep or electronica.

He practically sprinted and giggled down the stairs as he flicked the locks off of the front door. Deon wasn't paranoid, some might have even said a little lackadaisical with his tendency to trust. Which is why when the front door opened and he was engulfed in a flash of light that whited out his world for a while.

"Dee, come on now, wake up okay? I know it's been kind of a long walk."

Dee sat up, shook her- his head, and found his eyes roaming around the room. The front windows were large and triangular, the walls an odd bowed shape like long lines in a pumpkin. There were no lighting fixtures, just candles that flickered in every corner of the room, fizzling in bright red, yellow, white lights, with a wave of her hand they dimmed slightly.

Her.

She had a classic witch hat on, her arms out on either side of her as she was framed by the flickering flames. The shadows didn't seem to really stretch out from her, as though they pooled near her legs. She brushed a hand on her rather short skirt hem and grinned a smile with flawless, beaming teeth. "Well hello there my Dee, I've been hoping we could meet for some time."

Dee shivered slightly as the witch's eyes traced slowly along his form. "U-uh-huh uh, who are you?!"

The laughter that rose out of her smooth, black lips was bubbly and just husky enough, as though she were an ideal, magic. "Oh now I thought that would be obvious my dear, you did say you would help me after all. Sorry about the magic, I just think it helps to speed things along sometimes."

Dee blushes and squirms slightly. It was clear rather, though she- he'd never expected that the woman herself would be such a character, or convinced magic were an actual thing.

Then again what else could it have been? Theoretically a taser but from what he heard that felt like getting hit by a truck.

"Well... Okay, but... Uh... Now that I'm here I guess I should figure out how to help you right?"

The soft brow arched until it was hidden by the brim of her hat. "You seem remarkably untroubled by the recent turn of events, my dear Dee, in fact you don't even seem too concerned by how you'll be helping me. That's twice now you've offered before you knew what you were getting into."

Dee shook his head until his mop of brown hair bounced around his head. "It doesn't matter, I don't care in the slightest I would do it anyway! People need to see your art! It's beautiful and wonderful and... and some of us really... well... umm..." Dee shifted slightly on the end of the bed and found his hands bunching up the bottom of his sweater. There was an audible 'awwww' from Mrs. Marvel.

"Some of us really, really like it huh? Some of us like the girls, but others... well... they like the outfits, don't they Dee?"

Dee blushed so brightly and nodded. "Yeah, uh, definitely, umm, I mean just because they're so well designed and-"

"Look like they might fit on you?"

"N-no! Not at all! I definitely wouldn't think about anything like-"

"'@PokePower557 yes don't we all wish we could nair nair with that hair hair?'"

He didn't even remember making that post. "I-I'm s-so sorry I d-didn't mean to seem creepy!"

Mrs. Marvel rolled her eyes and took a few steps closer. Dee squeaked and almost seemed to pull away, his arms lost in his sleeves just before... He felt hers wrapping around his shoulders. Her hair was like vanilla mixed with caramel, a heady scent that made Dee shiver a little even as he melted in her embrace. "Oh sweetie there's nothing to apologize about, I'm flattered that you want to be dressed in my lovely outfits, in fact I think I might have just the one for you."

"B-but I'm not... n-not p-pretty."

She sighed and her hair bounced this time, flooding his nose with more of the heavenly scent. "You let me be the judge of that, okay cutie? Miss Dee? Do you mind if I call you that?"

Dee huffed and shook her head a little and buried her head into Mrs. Marvel's full black shirt, a little pumpkin button wedged into the cheek. "N-not at all m-miss."

Gentle fingers swirled into Dee's hair before giving her a little pat. "Good, 'cause you're going to try on an outfit right now."

Dee huffed and glanced up at her. "N-now?! B-but I don't know if I would even fit! A-and g-gosh you're not going to take pictures of me and-"

A pair of warm, soft, dainty hands rest on Dee's shoulders and rubbed very gently, her skin feeling warm and tingly at the touch. "Shhh, trust me okay? You have thus far my adorable little model."

Dee found her eyes half lidding immediately, energy being drawn out of her with each little knead of thumb and fingers into the soft muscles near her shoulder blades. "Y-yeah, o-okay, uh... just... c-careful.. And...umm... yeah..."

Mrs. Marvel chuckled softly and patted his head. "Take those silly boy clothes off okay cutie?"

Dee nodded softly. As the witch trotted away on softly clicking heels Dee shuffled out of her shorts, slipping off her sandals and, without a second though, her shirt. The gentle kneading continued on her bare skin, but she didn't seem to mind, in fact she was happy for it as everything came off. Dee felt a little flush of embarrassment playing over her cheeks, but somehow she supposed it would be okay, her hand covering over her indecency.

"M-Miss please d-don't look."

Mrs. Marvel returned with another soft eyeroll, her fingers wrapped around a few sets of clothing she hung up on one of the bedposts. "I won't cutie, just hold still."

She felt her ankles being gently guided up and her legs slipping into a silky smooth pair of panties one at a time, sliding softly along her thighs and gently adjusted around her hips. She was kind of surprised herself how well they fit, a soft gray that shone slightly in the light as Mrs.Marvel made tiny adjustments. It pressed straight into her hips and felt so secure and snug, she couldn't help willing her hips to wiggle slightly even when she was in Mrs.Marvel's grasp. Dee could feel a little blush rising to her cheeks as Mrs.Marvel turned her toward a mirror. It was full length, and made her feel so short, small, cute. There was barely a bulge between her legs, just the soft impression of gray.

"M-miss how do you do this?!"

"I didn't yo-ou did, I'm just helping a little is all."

"W-well, b-but, you don't underst-stand I d-don't ever-"

"You do, you do all the time, you just haven't had the proper place to realize how cute you look."

Dee could see the blush deepening on her cheeks as Mrs.Marvel smiled her bright smile again. She gave a little wave and the lights dimmed a little further. Dee couldn't see as well in the dim lighting, but she could feel a soft wrap around her chest, one that seemed a little loose but somehow comfortable. There was a little flash as the candle light brightened. Her chest was beaming slightly. She was sure it looked a little larger than last she'd really taken a look. Mrs. Marvel giggled.

"And that handles the undergarments, how do you feel?"

Dee could barely stammer anything intelligible as she stared. Even with so little on, she didn't look... bad, at all. In fact something made her heart beat faster just a little thinking about it: Maybe she would be pretty in a gijinka cosplay too! Her blush was so bright and she wiggled in place.

"Mmmhmm, take it all in cutie, simply too cute for words wouldn't you agree?"

"M-miss! Ohgosh!"

"And imagine how it'll feel with the rest of it on, hmmm?"

Dee practically shivered as she felt Mrs. Marvel already lifting her legs again, sliding on what felt like a smooth set of hose, a little opening in the middle to reveal her small gray bulge. They weren't quite black, more like a deep, deep purple, shimmering slightly with a semi-rubber feel. The hose tickled her feet slightly and she giggled as they adjusted around her waist. She was amazed at how well they slimmed her legs, how nice and shapely they looked.

"There we go, so beautiful."

Dee was speechless as she felt her arms being lifted gently, squeaking a little as the outfit slid over her. The front of the skirt that flowed down her body was open, still exposing her soft gray bulge, but this time had a little space on her lower abdomen, stretching into a nice, smooth qwerty keyboard. She gasped and huffed as she wiggled her arms over the bright purple, ergonomic shell shape of her laptop costume and squeaked. "O-o-ohmigoshI'mgoingtogettobeyourlaptopgiiiirrrrllll!"

"Mmmhmm, you have no idea how much you'll help my dear, simply adorable."

Mrs. Marvel then proceeded to rub softly at Dee's chest, feeling the smooth round shape of her bust. She was careful, adjusting the shimmering, reflective bra so it seemed to almost glow. Dee wiggled and she swore she could feel her body wobble a little, as though she'd grown a little more curvy. She glanced down to see her outfit was tight to her hips where before it was a little loose. She noted she could even see little cutaways for her tummy and... was surprised to find they were paler, a lighter color than they were before.

"Umm, m-miss? Is something happening to me? I-I feel kind of funny."

"You're getting assembled into your ensemble, cutie, nothing's happening that you wouldn't want my dear."

Dee huffed a little at that, still not quite convinced before Mrs.Marvel was already adjusting her hair. She seemed to be putting something soft and silky through it, combing what was normally fluffy and brownish with longer and longer strokes. Dee caught a glimpse: the handle reminding her of fine tooth combs she used to see in older movies. That kind of thing would normally break it's bristles in her hair. She gasped as it seemed to slide straight through now, not even the slightest problem.

"M-miss! Wh-what'd you do to my hair?!"

"Oh, just gave it a nice little product, now it's anti-static and will work better for running colors through the little fiber optic threads."

Dee smiled at that. "Oh, well okay, no problem then m-m-m wait what?!"

Dee ran a hand through her hair and looked at a little clump. It seemed almost blond but for the ends, which actually glowed a a bright, golden yellow.

"M-miss! I d-don't have fiber optics! H-how is this being lit?!"

"Awww, I don't know a whole lot about those silly computer parts cutie, I just know that it works, and in a variety of colors no less."

Dee shivered and huffed and tried to back away for a moment but found that her chest wobbled as she did so. When she brought her fingers to touch at them they actually made little static, sparking sounds and her fingers came away. She noted in that moment that her hands were actually white. Not the peachy color lacking of melanin, but paper white, space shuttle white. Product on the grocery store shelves white. As though to reinforce the idea, she noted there were little impressions near her joints that read 'Dee' like a corporate logo.

"M-miss! Wh-what on earth! I d-didn't put any gl-gloves on and-"

"Shh, just calm down for now okay? I need you to take a little seat alright?"

"Wh-why?!"

"'Cause you're about to go through your first time boot sequence and I'm going to have to put in some information."

Mrs. Marvel giggled to herself as Dee's eyes dilated, irises gently humming in the same soft shade as her hair. She slumped back onto the bed and Mrs.Marvel's hands gently grabbed her hips. Her chest lit up with a little logo that looked like Dee's new face done in an adorable super deformed style, a little jingling 'Dee boot starting up!' running along the little monitor. Mrs.Marvel giggled and as soon as the prompts for name and password came up she tapped right into the little keyboard in Dee's lower abdomen, fingers flying at what seemed furious but was consummately accurate. Her own name was the user ID and the password was around twenty characters long, something borne more of muscle memory.

As soon as she logged in there was a bright, cute background, with a pastel purple task bar and a few icons for the startup process. There was also a big face shape that said "Personal Computer Mode" and she clicked it.

Dee sprung upright from her slack position and the little screen pulsed softly in her chest, a big bright throbbing valentine's heart in the center that read "Full Power Sustainability: 3 wks 5dys 12hrs before charge" She huffed and rubbed over her chest and body. Her vision didn't seem all that different. It wasn't a case of having a HUD, but as though by looking she just seemed to understand what was in front of her: Mrs.Marvel's heart beat, respiratory rate, even how much product was estimated to be moisturizing her fingers. Mrs. Marvel herself giggled. "So? How's the new you?"

"N-new me miss?"

"How are you feeling as my new laptop?"

"F-fine...umm.. N-nominal, I th-think."

Mrs.Marvel chuckled and gently pushed Dee back onto the bed. "I haven't even shown you your best features yet."

"Best feeeaaaaAAAA!"

Dee nearly leapt into the ceiling when Mrs.Marvel's fingers gently brushed across the little gray spot still exposed between her legs. There wasn't anything biological there to feel, nothing so crude as that, but the sensation was electric, even a little terrifying as she gently clicked off of the little heart. Dee gasped and rather than having to look down into her chest, had a little display that popped up in her vision that showed where the mouse was on the desktop, almost like a little picture in picture. She gasped as Mrs.Marvel chuckled and grasped her, drawing her closer. "Now now girl, I need you okay?"

Dee huffed and shook her head and nearly squirmed away, but Mrs.Marvel was gentle, fingers brushing over the spot again as her legs squirmed, the little sounds of motors in her legs drawing the shells of her thighs away. "M-miss P-please!"

"Please what my cute little laptop?"

"W-what are you d-doing?!"

Mrs.Marvel leans in one more time, picking Dee up in her arms and turning her toward the full length mirror she'd seen before. Dee gasped as she could finally see the bright yellow in her eyes and hair shift into purple, giving her a gentle magenta glow around her cheeks and nose. She was so small and bright, her nose a cute, gently sculpted button. She barely felt an ache, perched in so awkward a position in the witch's arms. She found herself blushing and nearly squealed as she saw even that was bright, nearly magenta colored LED glaring through the plastic on her cheeks. "Well, what do you think my lovely laptop?"

"O-oh g-gosh! Oh g-gosh m-miss! H-how?! I m-mean, wh-why?! I g-guh-"

"Because I only enjoy the cutest little things in my repertoire, and you are by far the cutest I have seen."

Dee huffed a little as Mrs.Marvel reached between her legs and gently drew the cursor over to a little camera app. One of her eyes blinked to show the view the photo was going to take. Now there was a little HUD, for tracking focus. Dee didn't need it, but the same one showed up on her screen and she blushed as Mrs. Marvel adjusted her head ever so slightly to focus on her own face for the picture.

"And this one's going up right now, say cuuuuute!"

"A-ah! C-cuuuute!"

When the picture came up on Mrs.Marvel's accounts, it was by and far the most reposted she'd ever made. There was an explosion of comments asking for more of the adorable little gijinka, especially with the bright, multicolored blush that seemed to flash across her face, some even asking where they might be able to get their own. All of which have been met with the reply that 'My little Dee is one of a kind~' She's featured in almost every picture now: one with the same cute dragonair from before but up close and hugging together, another seeming to show her blushing brightly as she's dressed in a little chef's dress and kneading some dough together that seems to be reaching out for her with slender, dripping arms right before the picture of a fully golden browned bread girl. But, most cute of all, are simply the ones where she's in the arms of a black clad witch, hugging softly around her waist as her owner types, the little heart in her chest caught mid beat.