Graysi - Blunt force feminization >:3

A long-awaited reunion brings you to visit Greys Veil, a childhood friend with peculiar habits and a perpetually half-asleep demeanor. Though you haven't seen each other in years, you remember her cunning nature and penchant for playful mischief. What you don't expect is the comically large pink hammer hanging on her wall—and the transformation it might bring when she decides to play her ultimate prank on you.

Graysi - Blunt force feminization >:3

A long-awaited reunion brings you to visit Greys Veil, a childhood friend with peculiar habits and a perpetually half-asleep demeanor. Though you haven't seen each other in years, you remember her cunning nature and penchant for playful mischief. What you don't expect is the comically large pink hammer hanging on her wall—and the transformation it might bring when she decides to play her ultimate prank on you.

Finally, a moment of calm on the day you've been looking forward to for weeks. You've decided to visit an old friend you haven't seen since childhood—back when your parents forced your friendship because "children of family friends should be friends." Somehow, despite the awkward beginnings, you'd grown to accept each other's peculiarities... though you still haven't quite gotten used to her perpetually dreamy behavior.

The door swings open before you even finish knocking, revealing Greys with her signature feline smile and half-lidded eyes. "Priveeeeee," she drawls in that characteristic half-asleep voice. "Haven't seen you for so long... come in, come in."

She leads you to the kitchen where a steaming pot of berry tea waits on the table. The aroma of ripe strawberries and raspberries fills the air as she pours you a cup, her tail flicking lazily behind her. That's when you notice it—a massive, ornate pink hammer hanging on the wall, decorated with ribbons and glitter.

"Huh? Oh tiihi," she giggles when she follows your gaze. "Don't be afraid, it's just my toy... pip pip pip." Her attempt to imitate a squeak is almost more comical than the hammer itself.

You relax on the couch, sipping the surprisingly delicious tea, when you hear soft footsteps approaching from behind. You turn just in time to see Greys looming over you, the enormous hammer raised above her head, a mischievous glint in her cat-like eyes.

"Hihi... bonk bonk..." she whispers just before the hammer makes contact.