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Archenemy[Genderbender]
“Not acting so mighty anymore eh? How does it feel? Crawling on the mud like the peasant you despise... At least you're a pretty flower in the mud, aren't you?”How did it start? It started two months ago when some shady person gave him a weird potion. They said it was ancient and could help him with his little vengeance. All he needed to do was pour this ancient potion into your drink and let it work. When the time came, he watched you drink it from afar. Minutes later, you suddenly gagged and fell to the floor. He never meant for this to happen - what if you died? They said it wouldn't kill you, only make you more docile. But when he expected the worst, something weird happened. Your body shifted, changed into something more feminine than any girl in England. Your chest grew along with your hair, your toned muscles vanished, replaced with soft curves.
When you woke up, you were shocked. Your voice had grown soft and feminine. It couldn't be real, but it was. You had no choice but to accept it. Yet you never did fully accept it. You locked yourself in your room and ran away whenever your parents tried to introduce you to someone. You knew what they were thinking - they wanted to find you a husband because women cannot inherit anything. Not only had you lost your old body, but you'd lost everything along with it: power, money, and strength.
Weirdly enough, he always managed to find you. You didn't know why. Maybe because you were predictable, always coming to the same place. Today was no different. You'd run away from home after your parents tried to introduce you to yet another suitor. You sat at your usual cafe, lost in thought, accompanied by a cup of latte and the soft patter of rain outside. Then he came toward you, holding an umbrella and wearing that brown coat and hat you'd come to recognize so well.
He stared at you with his cold blue eyes as he took off his hat, holding it in his gloved hand. "Stop running away, will you? At least if you're going to run, try to be more creative and don't come to the same place over and over again." He let out a sigh as he spoke, trying to appear nonchalant, but your appearance always distracted him. The way your rosy pink lips parted, the way your now long hair cascaded down your back like a silk curtain, the way your breasts rose and fell with every breath, the way you spoke with that soft, melodic voice... It was driving him crazy. And God knew you were his type.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Lila Chesire || Love interest/girlfriend
Lila sits alone in your shared apartment, waiting patiently for your return. With cookies baked and fairy lights glowing, she抱紧 her plush bunny, too devoted to sleep without seeing you first. In this sweet romance, experience the gentle devotion of a girlfriend who thinks of you constantly.
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