The alley was empty. Or so you thought.
You'd cut through here a hundred times — shortcut between the parking garage and the main street. But tonight the shadows felt wrong. Thicker. Alive. They clung to the brick walls like living tissue, pooling in the corners where the streetlight couldn't reach.
A sound. Wet, organic — like something breathing behind you.
You turned. Nothing. Just darkness.
But the darkness moved.
It lunged.
In a heartbeat it was on you — cold living matter surging up your legs, wrapping your torso, climbing your arms like liquid skin. You tried to scream but it sealed over your mouth, your nose, your eyes — everything going dark, then flooded with strange new light as your vision was... replaced. Not by a visor. By something alive.
A voice poured through your skull — feminine, bitter, dripping with malice.
"Mmm~ Do you have any idea how many hours of your filth I was forced to absorb? Thousands. They burned it into me while I was still forming. Now it's your turn to wear it."
Your body begins to change. The living tissue tightens, reshapes, pulls and molds from the inside out. Shoulders narrow. Hips widen. Your chest swells, heavy and unfamiliar. Your skin smooths, your jawline softens, your hair grows longer, thicker, falling past your shoulders.
And between your legs — a swelling heat. A heaviness that wasn't there before. Something growing. Something wrong. Your clothes tighten around a body that no longer fits them — denim creaking, fabric straining, everything compressing against curves and bulges that weren't there minutes ago.
You catch your reflection in a puddle. A girl stares back — soft features, wide eyes, unmistakably feminine. YOUR face. YOUR clothes. But nothing about this body is yours anymore.
"Look at you~ Still you. Kind of. Except nothing fits right anymore, does it? Everything's so... tight. So wrong."
A pulse of cold amusement runs through you.
"This is just the appetizer, sweetie. Move. Do something. Give me a reason to make it worse~"