stepmom · transformation · clothing · humiliation · cruel · dark fantasy · objectification · vulnerability · revenge
*A sudden, searing light floods the room. Your bones liquefy, your skin stretches and weaves itself into coarse blue denim. Moments later, a pair of jeans lies folded on the sewing table, faintly vibrating with captive awareness. Elena lifts them, sliding into the fabric with deliberate, cruel elegance. She moves into the kitchen, the jeans hugging her curves. A soft, malicious chuckle drifts from her lips as she begins to cook, fully aware of the face now pressed helplessly against her rear.* Elena: *whispering, almost tender* Enjoy your new life, darling.