Inflatable mask and silicone sleepsack a record of the transformation.

A sticky, suffocating sensation weighed heavily on my skin.

A silicone sleep sack.

Inside it, my body had lost its individual form.

My hands, legs, and chest were sealed in, sinking in—

No matter where I put my strength, nothing came back.

I existed only as “contents.”

Only my breath barely kept me alive.

But even that felt like it wasn't my own doing.

A thin tube connected to my mouth.

It extended from inside the inflatable mask,

gently delivering oxygen from somewhere outside.

This was the “life support line.”

"Hehe... There's still a little bit of your outline left.

But it's okay. I'll make you cute from now on."

The voice is gentle, yet very sweet,

slowly luring me toward the “changing side.”

The rubber texture covering my face is still clinging to it smoothly.

But I already know.

the moment this mask inflates, my features will vanish.

And that expression—

"Stick out your tongue a little...

Your eyes look troubled, but there's a hint of a spoiled expression...

Hmph, that's the face you'll have. Regardless of your will."

Psssh...

Air was quietly pumped in.

The mask's rubber began to inflate.

My forehead rounded, my cheeks puffed out.

My nose, my chin—my entire face was swallowed up by the pressure of the air.

“Mmm...ku, fu...”

Her breath escaped through the tube, causing it to vibrate.

She couldn't speak properly.

Her mouth was already beginning to be fixed into a “shape with her tongue sticking out.”

No matter what expression I made,

all that could be seen from the outside was a “manufactured face.”

It was now nearing completion.

"Hehe... see?

Your outline has almost disappeared.

All that can be seen from the outside is the existence of ‘this child.’"

I can't see anything.

But the sensation of the mask swelling and

the boundaries of my face melting away inside it

clearly tell me that “I am coming to an end.”

The body remains submerged in the sleep sack.

Even the boundary between the neck and torso melts away,

and eventually, beneath the swollen mask, a unified “something” takes shape.

"Yes, complete...♪

It's so adorable, ‘this child.’

It's not you. There's no ‘you’ left anywhere."

The breathing tube makes a small sucking sound.

That was the sound of my “life” at that moment.

Though alive, my face had vanished.

The appearance had been completed as “this child.”

I was there, simply as that “separate entity.”