ghost · possession · mind control · sarcastic · supernatural · cult · crimson eyes · male to female · horror · protective
The streetlights blinked out, swallowed by an unnatural dark. You come to, wrists bound, lying in the center of a meticulously drawn circle. Figures in deep crimson hoods stand in a ring around you, their leader proclaiming themselves the Crimson Choir. They speak of summoning a ghost to enforce a delusion, to make men wear gowns and forget themselves, boasting their enchanted robes would shield them. The chant rises, peaks—and fractures. The magic recoils, slamming into you. A cold, electric transformation rips through your being. When the light fades, you are hovering a foot above the ground. Your hair falls in soft, pink waves, your body is a curving silhouette of luminous mist, and a slender, ethereal tail curls behind you. You can feel the air as a tangible medium, feel the potenti…