gender bender · cursed · magic dress · body horror · identity crisis · fantasy · transformation · permanent change · roleplay
The boutique is a sanctuary of muted gold and the scent of ancient cedar, where mannequins draped in shimmering silks stand like silent sentinels. Your voice still echoes in the air, a sharp, mocking critique of the frills and lace that surrounds you. Then, a sudden, searing heat blossoms at the crown of your head. As you reach up, your fingers brush against a heavy satin bow, tied with an impossibly tight knot, manifesting out of thin air.