Something wicked this way comes

[LaurelOneiros]

Shards of light danced fleetingly in the realm beyond the walls of sleep, like broken glass floating weightlessly in the light of a sun that forgot to set.

A thin, crimson smile crept onto Ms. Dark's pale face as she felt the immaterial environment all around her, watching with satisfaction as her freakishly sexualized slaves labored over the assembly of her nightmarish instruments of transformation. Savoring the progressive proximity to a weak and longing mind, Ms. Dark felt her hermaphroditic member rising with pleasant involuntariness, with any luck, she will soon receive another addition to her itinerant circus of unearthly subjects.

 

[EffiminateN]

Jamie shifted his weight uneasily as he tried as well as he could to avoid eye contact with the girl beside her, and found himself ridiculous. He was sure that Cora hasn't paid him the slightest attention ever since the beginning of this school year. On a second thought, he corrected himself: being as sociable as she is, Cora must surely had at least noticed his existence, found it to be perfectly uninteresting, and incorporated his presence as another component of the background noise for her lectures.

Thinking of this, Jamie was impelled to punish himself for being distracted from his rightful task, even though his natural academic aptitude rendered ordinary lectures redundant. Despite this, he still couldn't help but to feel self-conscious about his mild acne, his prognathous jaw, his unruly hair that always took up too much space and his asymmetrical rib cage, even though he doubted anyone would be intimate enough to know. However, the worst of his concerns was his ethnicity: Cora was Caucasian, and Jamie was not, and no matter how many times he reassured himself that race makes no difference in relationships, he was unable to dislodge the belief that his race alone made advances towards Cora impossible.

Time past uneventfully, and Jamie left the lecture hall into the dull atmosphere of another Wednesday afternoon. After finishing his routine tasks, he lies down on the dormitory bed to try and forget his infatuation with the unattainable girl.

 

[LaurelOneiros]

Before the sleep came first the usual scenery of a mundane dream, yet, with time, the nebulous imagery swam and dissolved into a featureless expanse of misty color. After a while, a pattern seem to emerge from the iridescent blotches' incessant creeping--a room seemed to materialize before the dreamer's eyes, large and sheltered from sunlight, and soon enough it was possible to definitely discern the presence of several figures as the fog settles into final clarity.

Sitting upon a high, throne-like seat was a darkly dressed woman with jet-black hair to match, smiling confidently and regarding the visitor with her vermilion pupils. To her one side stood a woman of freakishly over-sized breasts and bottom, and to her other a woman of skeletal anorexia; both bear masks, and, in there stance, there exuded a conspicuous air of subordination to the figure between their midst.

"Excuse me," said the woman in black, a short distance away, several other slaves of grotesque appearance noisily emptied a human-sized box of its content--partitioned head, torso and limbs fell from therein, but no sooner had the fragments struck ground did they lift into the air and assemble into a disturbingly seamless mannequin with the unseemly, marionette-like locomotion to match. "This is our newest member," the woman in black introduced casually, "the Strung Man." Grinning at her own obscure play-on-words, she gestured to the string-animated doll of a human being, who returned the greeting with several soulless jerks of its arm.

Turning her gaze on the dreamer once more, she introduced herself formally: "My name is Ms. Dark." She said, "the fact of our meeting implies that there is something you wish strongly, regarding your body." Interlocking her fingers and offering an intense stare, she continued, "I will offer you a deal--every night, when you go to sleep, you will appear by my side and serve me, and in return, you will be granted the power to change your physical appearance however you'd like in the waking world." Sealing her proposition with her iconic smirk, she gave the boy a moment to think, "what do you think? Does that sound like something of your interest?"

 

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Jamie watched the scenery unfold in front of his eyes, and couldn't believe what he saw. However, his dreamy mind did not react to supernatural phenomena violently enough for him to wake, even if it were possible to wake from this nightmarish bondage. He examine Ms. Dark's exquisite appearance with awed fixation, also taking notice of her abnormal servants with varying magnitudes of horror and arousal.

Finally, he listened intently to her offer, and considered the exchange to the best of his ability, which was not great, since his prefrontal cortex was still sedated by sleep. What did occur clearly to his more primal interests were, instead appropriate caution to the unknown, the prospect of becoming more appealing to the opposite sex by corporeal modification. Thinking so, he raised his head from contemplation and said: "Yes, Ms. Dark, I'd like very much to offer my service to you in exchange for the power of physical transformation."

 

[LaurelOneiros]

"Oh, good!" Ms. Dark approved with a tone of pleasant surprise. Realizing that her customer was waiting for her response, she broke off her astonished reverie at the swiftness of his agreement. "Very well, let us begin." Powerful waves of lustful avarice pounded her chest from within, yet, with a tremendous effort that left her self-control pleasurably sore, she restrained herself from immediately proceeded to her most extreme methods of degradation, lest her customer escape in fright, and at any length, it is more refined to enjoy an appetizing treat more slowly.

"Here," she said, casually waving several fingers in the air and conjuring into existence a lovely set of feminine dress--nothing extraordinary, even bland by her own standards, but enough to thoroughly embarrass any ordinary male, even those with a degree of effeminacy. "Go on," she suggested with friendly imperiousness, "put these on at your own pace."

 

[EffiminateN]

Jamie watched in astonishment as Ms. Dark easily summoned the attire from thin air. When he realized that he was ordered to put on these feminine attires, he felt his face burning with embarrassment. However, the combination of his dreaming state and his earlier agreement to the contract forced him to proceed with the attires nevertheless.

He grasped a small pink underwear, and examined it briefly within his hands. Then, he summoned his courage and put it on his naked body. (He noticed then that he had always been naked since the beginning of the dream.) The underwear was tight on his lower body, and he felt his genitals enticingly compressed in the smooth and elastic fabric. Next, he took a set of matching bras, which matched the underwear in size and colour. It was not an easy fit, since the upper attire were smaller than usual to accommodate his flat chest, and since he had no experience wearing such an article, however, he eventually fit into the clothing, and felt the rest of his body strangely more exposed than before.

He paused for a moment, and looked at Ms. Dark's vermilion eyes, feeling weak and embarrassed. "Am I doing everything correctly?" He asked politely, while taking the time to examined the rest of the clothing more carefully.