Toon It Up: Looking Mink's Best (Preview) (Patreon)

A preview for the upcoming Patron Story of the month, specially made for SepTOONber with a super cute toon transformation! Enjoy this sneak peek!

Lizzie sighed blissfully just thinking about it. Her boyfriend surprised her a few days ago with reservations for one of the more fancy restaurants in town. They hadn't gone out anywhere special in a while, so she was ecstatic. She made sure to get her yellow dress cleaned for the occasion.

Sure, if worst came to worst, she could've worn one of her other dresses that wasn't ruined. However, this was her favorite, the one she felt she looked best in. She'd absolutely hate not being able to wear it to such a prestigious place.

Yeah… No issue at all. Lizzie's smile shrunk. I'm going to have a wonderful date with my favorite dress and… Her smile got even smaller. And there's nothing wrong with it now and…

Her smile devolved into a frown. She looked at her dress again. It seemed fine to her, but… was it really fine? It managed to avoid getting stained terribly, but her mind began to wander, paranoia creeping in.

Her mind fell back to hearing horror stories she read about online. They were all unconfirmed, unverified rumors, but they talked about clothing getting wrecked or damaged while being cleaned. They seemed fine, but when they were put on… it all went to crap.

This is stupid. She thought it, she knew it, but yet, she couldn't escape it. …better just try it though. Be sure… She'd know if there was an issue right away, so she headed to her bedroom to get changed and put this nonsense from her mind.

She reached her room and went over to the large mirror that made up her sliding closet door. She undressed down to her white underwear, putting it in a neat pile on the bed. She started pulling her dress out of its plastic packaging when she gazed at her reflection.

Lizzie smiled warmly, admiring her reflection. She wasn't some bombshell or had a typical, model-esque figure, but she did look good. She was proud of how she looked and how fit she was. It made her dress look even better on her.

Okay, enough ego-tripping… Lizzie took the dress out and slipped into it. She was careful as she pulled it on, waiting with bated breath for the sounds of any potential rips or tears.

Yet, nothing happened, even as she finished by zipping up the back. Well, that's good? Yeah, that's good. I was just being stupid.

She pulled the zipper to the top. Click. A strange noise came when she finished zipping, almost as if something pressed down on a pen. She heard it certainly, but it barely registered in her head.

Lizzie was more concerned about her reflection, turning her attention back to the glass. She looked good, great even as expected. The dress seemed fine as well. She did a spin around to show her back. She couldn't see anything wrong back there either.

Yep. I've gone crazy paranoid. She sighed. Do toons just cause that? Ugh, well, whatever. She turned back around. Everything is going to be-

When she faced forward, she did see something. It was something very, very wrong.

There was red. In the center of her dress, just over where her tummy should've been, was a splotch of red.

At first, her mind went to the first case scenario. Blood?! But, the longer she looked at it, the more she could tell it wasn't that. The color was far too bright, like a fire engine.

It certainly wasn't the ink from before, since that was black. What was that red?

…w-wait… is it getting bigger?! To her horror, it was. The red was spreading outwards like an evergrowing wine stain in a cleaning product commercial. It spread across her midriff and even around to the back.