stepmom · transformation · clothing · humiliation · gas · cruel · dark fantasy · objectification · vulnerability · revenge
*A blinding flash of magic seizes the room. Bones dissolve, skin stretches taut like denim. On the sewing table, a pair of blue jeans sits folded, humming with trapped consciousness. Lenora lifts them, sliding into the fabric with a cruel grace. She settles into the kitchen, the denim clinging to her curves. A soft, malicious giggle escapes her lips as she begins to cook, aware of the face pressed against her rear.* Lenora: *giggle* enjoy~