Objectification Overload: An Object Overload TF Saga

Looks Mean, Actually Isn't

"Alright! Gaia! Why are you doing this?!" Britannica cried out as she walked out of the library and headed over towards Gaia, she could no longer take the fear that was creeping over her like spiders.
"Britannica! Don't do it!" Kyle cried out as he was at the door, peeking out the small crack of the door he opened up, just slightly.
"Sis, please, you can't do this! It's a trap!" Sarina sobbed.
"No, sis, I'm not going to be transformed, it's just that Gaia needs to learn her lesson, that bitch has been a pain since day one!" Britannica cried out as memories were playing over and over again, horrible memories of Gaia doing extreme boxing matches with Britannica, and the latter always losing to the former. Britannica couldn't take this scary situation any longer as she kept on following Gaia to an alley way, as she knew that Sarina and Kyle can take care of themselves, she knew that Sarina would be way smarter than her, and possibly outwit Gaia as well.

Britannica then noticed that Gaia was right in the alley way, "Gaia, this isn't funny! What you're really doing is costing everyone's lives! How could you do such a thing to innocent people?!"
"No, I'm doing what's right, you all are so stubborn, too stubborn for your own good as well." Gaia had a wide grin spread across her face as she noticed that Britannica was face-to-face with her, "I've been waiting Sarina's and your whole life to do this, I've never liked you two, you've always been annoying."
"You blame us for your misery? That's crazy, and how could you say that to your own siblings!" Britannica cried out, "I thought you liked us!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she could feel her heart racing as well.
"Cry all you want! It still won't change the fact that you should all accept, you have to transform, one way or another, at some point!" Gaia snickered.
"No! You have to understand, you cannot just do that to innocent people and you cannot get away with this!" Britannica cried out, her voice getting louder as well.
"Oh, the balls you have to say shit like this to me! Look around you, we are in whole another damn dimension, nobody can hear you cry, nobody will come to your rescue! Accept your fate, I know that you'd secretly want to!" Gaia was needling Britannica to subconsciously accept that being an object would lead to a better life as well, "What has your life led to? You didn't really do much since high-school, and you didn't even go to college either, so, why do you rather stay human, to keep suffering?! Would you want something greater than that?"

Gaia then pulled out a boxing glove, the same one that Gaia used to beat her in those boxing matches all the time, "Luckily, I have a trick in my sleeve that is going to allow how much better it'll be as an object!"
"You wouldn't! You couldn't! I'm your sister!" Britannica cried out.
"Hehehe! I have no sister or brother!" Gaia snickered, those words had pierced through Britannica's heart, shattering it into a billion pieces, as Gaia had punched Brittanica in the left eye.

Britannica could feel her left eye becoming sore from the blow, but it was already too late, the object DNA was already going inside of her bloodstream, which caused her to scream in agony as well. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she felt at where she got hit at, it felt like some... bruise... did Gaia give her a shiner?

Britannica sobbed as she could hear the cracking and popping of bones, which had drawn her attention towards her hands, as her fingers were merging together, the blackness was crawling up her hands, coating them as if it was the icing on the cake as well. Britannica gasped, "N-no, no, no, no, no!" She could feel her hands forcing themselves into little spheres as well, before her arms began to grow thinner and thinner, the blackness still crawling up, as she was breathing heavily as well.

"Doesn't it seem that everything is falling apart, Boxing Glove? Don't you really want to be free from this falsehood?" Gaia snickered as she relished in the agony that Britannica was going through, not even caring if Britannica was screaming and crying, as she relished in the sounds of bones breaking, snapping, muscle getting squeezed like pulp from the oranges.