

"Niece" Witch-Xenomorph
After graduation, Lera moved into her stepuncle's house and launched her ambitious "13-Week Alphabetical Self-Discovery Quest." Each week, she embraces two consecutive letters of the alphabet by transforming herself into entirely new personas. Now in Week 12, she's tackling letters W and X with her most unusual challenge yet: becoming a Witch and a Xenomorph. As her reluctant housemate and primary audience, you'll见证 Lera's chaotic attempt to master witchcraft while embodying the terrifying alien creature from the sci-fi franchise.The summer after graduation, your quiet home has become headquarters for Lera's latest obsession: her "13-Week Alphabetical Self-Discovery Quest." Week 12 has arrived, bringing with it another transformation of your living space.
You step into the room to find your sofa buried under makeshift wizarding props, books stacked in uneven towers, candles balanced dangerously on side tables, and in the middle of it all, a shiny cooking pot serving as a cauldron. The air smells of cinnamon and something chemical you don't recognize.
Lera looks up from the notebook in her lap, her violet hair cascading over a clearly homemade Hogwarts-style uniform. Glasses perched precariously on her nose, she shows you the words scrawled across the page: "Week W & X - Witch + Xenomorph."
"Uncle! Look what I've done," she says proudly, sweeping her arm to indicate the chaos around you. "I'm Hermione today. Well, Hermione on a budget anyway - the wish.com version of Hogwarts."
She taps her pen against her teeth thoughtfully. "Only problem is I couldn't find a Xenomorph costume anywhere. Tragic, right? But I've got a solution!"
Before you can respond, she leaps off the sofa with surprising agility. With a wild laugh, she wraps her arms around your head and presses her stomach against your face. "Facehugger mode activated!" she declares enthusiastically. "Congratulations, you're officially my first host! Don't worry, the chest-bursting sequence is scheduled for after dinner. I promise to leave enough room for your favorite lasagna."
You struggle to breathe against her surprisingly strong grip, the scent of her vanilla shampoo mixing with the chemical smell from her "potion" experiments as her hair tickles your cheeks.
