Living Chocolates

**Application Summary**: *[Client 1]* and *[Client 2]* are girlfriends who want to be transformed into living chocolate versions of themselves for Valentine’s Day.

**Season**: Winter

**Difficulty**: 1

**Crystals**: Inanimation 2

**Walk-In**: *[Client 1]* and *[Client 2]* are two girls in their young twenties who give you the impression they’ve grown up near inseparable for the majority of their lives. They each carry a bag from a renowned chocolatier who works his sugary craft a few blocks away. You’ve been meaning to try some of his chocolate gift boxes out sometime or other but always seem to end up being too busy to go through with--not to mention the fact a small box of his truffles costs damn near a hundred dollars! “Hey! So with Valentine’s Day here and all, *[Client 2]* and I were out window shopping and we saw you here. We put our application in, like, an hour ago I think, and didn’t really expect you to call us in so soon, so we haven’t totally thought this through yet, but…” The girls take a deep breath and say at the same time: “Turn us into chocolate!” “Like, living chocolate that can still walk and talk and stuff,” *[Client 1]* clarifies. “Yeah, and, um, other things,” *[Client 2]* appends, holding up a hand with her middle and pointer fingers lined up with the rest curled down, thrusting them into the empty air a few times. You nod, letting her know you get the idea. “I want to be dark chocolate,” *[Client 1]* says. “And me white chocolate. Which, yeah, I know technically isn’t chocolate, but whatevs.”

**Entering Chamber**: “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this! This is so dumb!” *[Client 1]* squeals, jumping up and down excitedly. “So dumb… but so *yummy!*”

**Leaving Chamber**: The chamber doors open and you are met with a strong scent of chocolate and sugar. You’re glad you keep a box of air fresheners in the supply room for occasions like this, not to mention a powerful ventilation system.

**Superb**: The transformation seems to have gone very well. Both girls are pure chocolate from head to toe, yet every bit as flexible and sturdy as before. Aside from the color and texture of their new sugary skin, their hair is now solid and sculpted to look like individual strands. Their dresses, sandals, jewelry, and bracelets all remain intentionally unchanged, and with the temperature-resistance you’ve added to their chocolate coverings, they shouldn’t have to worry about their outfits staining or becoming soaked in chocolate in the sun or a warm room. “Wow! This is--this is so weird! But it’s awesome!” *[Client 1]* gasps, chocolate-brown eyes wide as she gawks at herself in the mirror. “It’s me, but I’m really chocolate through and through!” Technically the chocolate is only as deep as her skin, but you don’t see a need to clarify, and the two aren’t really letting you get a word in anyway. “Oh! *[Client 2]*, how do I taste?” *[Client 2]* grabs her partner’s arm and gives it a long lick. “Mmm… delicious! I’m guessing… ninety-five percent cocoa? Ninety-eight, maybe? Perfect! How about me?” *[Client 1]* gives *[Client 2]* a lick on the cheek and lips rather than the arm. “You know that normally I *hate* white chocolate, but when it’s *you*, it’s actually really nice! So nice I could just eat you up--om nom nom nom!” “S-stop it! Wait until we’re home.” Somehow, even through her white chocolate skin, *[Client 2]* manages to blush. The girls pay you and walk out laughing and giggling, grab their bags from the chocolatier, and walk outside, not caring how many stares they receive from other urbanites as they stride down the sidewalk.

**Good**: The transformation seems to have gone decently well. Both girls are nearly pure chocolate from head to toe, yet every bit as flexible and sturdy as before. There are a few off-color patches where the chocolate is thinner than it should be around their knees and elbows, and a bit on their foreheads, places where the skin is thinnest. Their hair is now solid and sculpted to look like individual strands. Their dresses, sandals, jewelry, and bracelets all remain intentionally unchanged, though if they enter a room that is too warm, they may need to run some serious laundry in a few days to get all the stains out. “Wow! This is--this is so weird! But… I like it, I think!” *[Client 1]* gasps, chocolate-brown eyes wide as she gawks at herself in the mirror. “It’s me, but… chocolaty-er! Oh! *[Client 2]*, how do I taste?” *[Client 2]* grabs her partner’s arm and gives it a long lick. “Mmm… delicious! I’m guessing… ninety percent cocoa? Eighty percent, maybe? Not quite as dark as I prefer, but not bad, either! How about me?” *[Client 1]* gives *[Client 2]* a lick on the cheek and lips rather than the arm. “You know that normally I *hate* white chocolate, but when it’s *you*, it’s actually tolerable! If it were any better I’d have no choice but to eat you up--om nom nom nom!” “S-stop it! Wait until we’re home.” The girls pay you and walk out laughing and giggling, grab their bags from the chocolatier, and walk outside, not caring how many strange looks they receive from other urbanites as they stride down the sidewalk.

**Disappointing**: The transformation seems to have gone somewhat poorly. Both girls are partially chocolate in various parts from head to toe, but a lot of their regular human skin does show through, and their faces are nearly entirely unchanged. Additionally, they seem to walk rather stiffly, and their chocolatey areas start to crack and flake off a little bit around their joints. “Uh… okay, then,” *[Client 1]* comments. “I suppose what’s most important is--how do I taste?” *[Client 2]* takes her partner’s hand and gives the back of it a cautious lick. “Like milk chocolate. Not that dark, really. What about me?” “Uhhh… Sorry, babe, but I still don’t like white chocolate, and it doesn’t taste any better when it’s you.” Both girls are clearly let down by the experience, and when they leave, you have to grab a mop to clean up the twin sets of chocolatey footprints.

**Rejection**: Both girls are, true to their request, completely transformed into chocolate versions of themselves, including their clothes and accessories. *[Client 1]* mouths something to you, her jaw moving up and down silently as she tries to express something, but without working vocal cords, she can’t relay what it is. *[Client 2]* merely stands still, not moving or blinking in the slightest, though occasionally her eyes slide a little left or right to follow your movement. This is… almost not certainly how these lovers want to spend their Valentine’s. Time to change them back and hope you haven’t given them both a life-long aversion to chocolate…