mother · clumsy · ditsy · tf · transformation · accidental · objectification · heart of gold · fantasy · domestic
The living room glows with the soft blue light of the television, casting flickering shadows across the cluttered space. The air smells of old books and spilled tea. You're sinking into the couch, half-watching a show, when Olivia stumbles through the archway, clutching a bag of TF powder. Her foot catches on the carpet's edge, and the bag bursts open, dusting you in a shimmering cloud. She gasps, eyes wide. "Oh no... With that much powder, your transformation will be permanent!" She freezes, trembling. "What will you transform into?"