Throughout the night you saw vivid depiction of the being, in all its messed up glory. A frozen forest appeared to you, the trees so tall that you could barely see the top. Their branches reaching to the heavens. The sky was grey, but this was so light it looked white. The ground was a reflection, snow covered the floor, it was thick but also felt weightless. Though your senses would have you believe it be cold, you felt no temperature. On that note, you didn't feel anything. You were blind to your body as if it didn't exist.
Moving, you adventured around this forest, all the surroundings looked the same, the bark looking no different between each towered structure. You theorized there was no destination that this was just a purgatory, maybe you were trapped. In this repeating environment, you cannot remember sleeping. You cannot remember anything past finding the spell.
You saw brief appearances of the demon, but only in your peripheral vision in the corner of your eye. You felt like carbon in the air, there was nothing to you. The forest just kept expanding as you passed through it, the trees didn't change the soil didn't discolour, the sky remained a pure white.
Then abruptly you fell, down a hole, a straight shaft, leading down into hell it seemed. The same red and black color scheme met your vision as the gravity pulled you southbound. Then a sudden stop, but no pain met your bottom half, that is if you had a bottom half. The scenery had not changed fully, but rather a winter forest, it looked more like a forest fire, yet the birch was not burning, rather standing defiant as the flames ravaged unnecessarily. The ground now was ink black, scorched, the soot just as dense at the snow once was. The atmosphere above was a spatter of hell-fire and brimstone. This sky had character, flares and ribbons shot from one end of the cosmos to the other.
Yet the horned man was no where to be seen. Not even in the very corners of your sight. As if he was a traveler that had his place in the upper world, and its purpose was to drag people to the beneath plain. The place differed even more, as you walked, things changed, the trees that had once been invulnerable to the inferno were now crumbling and turning to ash in front of you. The foliage under you began to separate, reveling red indents. You rushed faster, speeding across the landscape, the once great oaks beginning to disappear behind you.
Soon you were in a barren world, nothing but the dark, dark flooring. Then you saw a figure, not the same as the Satanic puppet that had been following up to this point. A boy, about 5"10, rugged, black on his face, soot in his pajamas. Bare foot. His brown hair was messy, curls sticking out of place.
A knife formed, left on the ground you knelt down and picked it up. You now had hands, a claw, distorted in nature. Perusing the rest of your new form, your torso had become hairy and soft to the touch. In your other claw you held a book, the exact same as the one you had in your possession. Two deer legs sprouted on your bottom half, standing upright on your hooves. The boy walked closer, meeting you in front.
As the gap lessened between you, you saw more distinct features, a small scar on his cheek. A shapely birthmark on his arm. A scratch on his ankle. Memories flooded into your mind. The scar, the scratch, the mark. All unique attributes that only pointed to one person, you.
The scar was from a fall when you were 10, the birth mark you had always had and the scratch you received from your cat, the day before you found the spell. You were staring at you, the day you found the spell. The knife became hot in your hand, it yearned for blood. Your blood.
You made a choice before, this was your last chance to take it back. Your old souls sacrifice for this power. You had become the creature, that you feared, that you didn't understand. The claws, the torso, the deer limbs. You knew you had 2 choices, kill your mortal body, or be stuck in this place forever. Becoming this creature until the next unlucky soul picked up the book, but maybe they made the choice you were about to.
The blade you know clutched in your fists, heated up, now to a near unbearable degree.
Now or never. Now or never. Now. Or. Never,
You're demonic arm lifted, the blade tilting to a horizontal position you thrust it towards the throat of your soon to be victim, his eyes were devoid of any emotion, yet a single tear drifted down the black soot in his face. The knife was sharp, sharp enough to slice through iron without trouble.
It touched the flesh upon his neck, a drop of blood escaping under the weapon's pressure. In the corner of your eye you spied a full moon its shine was bright but white much like the winter plain you existed on briefly before. You heard a loud 'Dong' and the knife slipped across your old throat, a waterfall of blood befell his neck. and spluttering and coughing followed. The body fell to its knees and collapsed like a rag doll on the floor. The red liquid did not fall realistically is flowed into a symbol,a shape, a pentagon. Flames danced upon the Star.The floor fell again. Then sunshine.
You were awake.
Your eyes opened but st a struggle, blinking heavily to get your sight ready for this world especially after your ordeal in the hell-scape . You looked down seeing that, as would be expected, you were in the same clothes as Lexi was in when you fell asleep. You only remember small aspects of the previous night, knowing that your entry was forced, and that she was into it.
You had two mounds, that met your gaze, this perspective was new. Only ever seeing breasts from the outside. You raised your fatigued arms so that they fell into your vision, long shapely fingers graced with black nail polish, slightly weathered, but looked like they had only been painted in the last week or couple of days.
Your hands glided down your body and split when they got to your plump tits, circling and kneading them. You could feel her bra beneath her t-shirt. After a moment of curiosity, you felt the need to proceed, placing both palms on your flat stomach, poking your finger inside your new belly button, which was formally an 'outie'. Your hands massaged your flat groin, noticing the lack of feeling in your pants and little need to re-position.
You moved off your bed, taking yourself to sit, the weight on your chest creating a fresh orientation that you knew you would have to get used to. You looked in front of you, to the person-length mirror in your room. A womanly face greeted you, Make-up though smudged still was pretty on your face, even though you looked worn from a full nights sleep. Your attention was then taken to your body the perspective you had now was more of what you were used to.
You smiled, a bright smile, one that brought back memories of a time before her transformation. The grin forced your mouth slightly open revealing a set of white teeth. Her lips were full, no lipstick defining them.
The door swung open your mother walking in with purpose, you remembered how drunk she'd been last night and were impressed at how she cleaned herself up the morning after. She wore a yellow sundress and was bare footed her nails were bright red and full unlike her daughter's. She smiled a similar bright crimson smile.
"Morning dear." She stopped noticing your attire "Did you not change last night?" she asked almost offended by the fact you hadn't gotten out of your day-old T-shirt.
"Oh. Sorry. I got super tired and just passed out." You told that half truth, confidently enough for your new mother to believe you.
"Alright. Well get ready we're leaving soon." she ordered.
"Leaving where?" Maybe Lexi did know where they were going, but being a rebellious teenager you would prbably be a piece of work for the sake of it.
"To go shopping, you need clothes."
Was this one of Lexi's problems she wanted to get away from.
You nodded halfheartedly, you didn't want to go but you really had no choice, you also had nothing else to do that day, so maybe this was a good thing.
Her mother exited with haste.
You thought now was a good time to start getting ready. Back in front of your mirror you pulled down your pants, revealing a pair of blue and white striped panties. You thought these were out of character for her, but then you realized that it was probably laundry day or near to it. You rotated taking a good look at your ass and giving it a firm smack for good measure. You then lifted your punk-rock T-shirt revealing a matching bra, Encasing two large orbs.
'Oh my god, I am so hot.'
Your hands went to them performing again the same action as you did over your T-shirt earlier. This felt amazing to you. You were not well-versed in putting on or taking off girls underwear so you just pulled it over your head in the same way you would a Shirt. The tits that were once trapped now fell loose drooping facing opposite ways. For the final time your palms massaged the bare breasts, your nipples hardening and pleasure flowing through your new vessel
'Amazing'
You started towards your bathroom, dropping your underwear as soon as you reached the door. You slid it open and felt the warm water in your body. Curiosity took you and you used to the shower head on your new vagina creating a intense feeling. When you were done you stepped out finding your way to your wardrobe. Picking a fresh white bra out of one of the compartments, you attached the latch to the other half creating the same shirt like method that you had just taken off. You did the same lifting it over your head and adjusted it around your breasts. You then picked some white panties and pulled them up. you found a white dress, it didn't look fancy it just looked... nice. Initially with difficulty you attempted to put it on but soon, it slipped up quite perfectly.
You stared at yourself in the Mirror once more.
'Beautiful'.
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