"Are you sure about this?" the worker said. "I know, you've done all the forms and stuff, but we just gotta make sure."

"Yeah. I'm sure." I replied. I felt a weird sense of anticipation welling within me. I was real excited about this, and it was one of the weirder things I'd ever done.

"Okay. I'll start the process in a second", the worker said, pushing a few buttons on the console. "I think it should start with your head first, but after that it tends to be kind of all over the place, so try not to move around too much."

I stood still, bare feet on the podium, and waited for the process to start.

"Aaand...here we go..." the worker said, pushing a button. Almost immediately, I felt it take effect. The right side of my face was freezing up. I could feel my mouth curling into a grin, and I gave an opened mouth smile, enjoying the feeling. My hair was receding into my head, as it became more spherical, and a yellow tinge spread across my skin. I felt my right eye shrink, until suddenly it was a little black dot.

"C-can I...touch it...?" I said, struggling to get the words out, as the yellow began to spread across my face, and my mouth locked into a tight grin.

"Yeah. Move slowly though, don't wanna hurt yourself. Any other part of you can turn at any time."

I slowly reached my right hand up, and touched the side of my head. It was...plastic. I was turning to plastic, and it felt...weirdly good. My head was becoming a perfect sphere. I ran my hand across my completely changed mouth - there was nothing there. The grin was just painted on my face. It excited me. Now my neck was locked in place, and I couldn't turn my head, as my other eye shrunk down to the small, painted black dot, my hair completely gone. My body was getting stiffer, and I felt my left arm raise up by itself, felt my fingers melding into each other, my arms becoming long, but stiff, as they became plastic recreations of tentacles.

I could feel my body changing, although I couldn't see it happening. My skin, my clothing, turning to plastic, turning into that familiar cloak, the shirt, the tie, my feet expanding out into big, bulky tentacles, as they became attached permanently to the podium beneath my...tentacles. I felt my right hand being forcibly pulled away from my painted face, as it too went through a similar process to my left hand. And before long, I was completely locked into position - I had stopped being human, and had become a figure of a favourite character of mine - Koro-sensei, of Assassination Classroom fame.

I felt the podium i was stuck to revolve, and I was turned to face a mirror. I looked at myself - I couldn't do anything else, but stare blankly and grin. I wanted to move, I wanted to feel myself, but I couldn't - and it was so exciting. And I was going to be like this for a week! Suddenly it didn't feel like long enough.

And then came the worker's words.

"Okay...slight problem. I kinda messed up, and uh...this is gonna be longer than a week. It's, uh, gonna be more like six months."

Six months. Trapped in this form. Oh god.

Oh...god~.

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mooooore old  -hornbuckle- stuff - this is inanimate TF into a koro-sensei figurine but it doesn't really come across well because i'm.......too lazy to try my hand at making it look like shiny plastic

oh well i guess its just regular koro-sensei TF but i'm on a podium

EDIT: wrote a little story for this cause i felt like it