Chapter 2: Scene 2 – Executie!

Scene 2 - Executie!

Markus was doing his best not to freak out, to let his blood run cold. Oh, god. What did he just do?

Markus forced himself away from his screen, but it was already too late. A black box with pink text had imposed itself on his vision. 

Black errors begin to fill his line of sight, text boxes breaking and forming with erratic frequency. He tried to wave at them, make the boxes go away, but his arm was already trembling-- turning red as the muscle fibers began to fray.

He could feel his lower body starting to melt like hot wax. The area between his legs started to melt, a vile and black liquid staining his jeans as he squirmed in discomfort. It felt like a warm and grimy liquid had spilled between his thighs, and the changes did not stop there.

Markus saw his hand warp into an unrecognizable claw, black and sleek. The claw's tips were sharp; sharp enough to cut through the irregular mess of hair on his head, the mats and tangles that had built from decades of irregular washing. Threads extended from his fingertips, and his arm was pulled to the side. He could feel the bones snap, but there was no pain.

The claws snipped, and his hair began to fall off in thick clumps. New, fresh hair began to grow from the roots, thick and fluffy. It curled and made little swoops where it grew, framing his face in soft almond hair. Next, the claw began to run against his face, peeling off beard hair as a barber's blade might. The computer monitor began to flicker, the black screen leaking a silvery liquid as the next window opened.

"S, stop this! Stop it!" Markus gargled out, but all that came out was a high pitched voice and a foul orange slime. Markus tried to feel at their neck, coughing up more of that orange slime and a lump of black wax; but they couldn't feel it any longer. Their larynx was smooth and the lump where their Adam's apple was supposed to be was just gone.

No, more importantly, their voice felt wrong. "Huh? What's going on? Why do I sound so nice? No, wait? What did you do to my voice? Why is it so light and airy?" Markus let out a few more puffs of air. "That's not right! I didn't train my voice at all, I shouldn't be able to get my voice so high?!" The silvery liquid had coated most of the screen, and was beginning to smooth out.

Markus' skin started to peel off in messy patches. They started to pull and scratch at their face as it itched. Black claws came away with long stretches of skin, resembling the sheddings of a snake. Hair, flesh and stench all pulled off, exposing a black and tarry substance. Light smoke escaped from between their lips, and the tarry substance began to wrap itself around their body and merge with the clothes they were wearing.

The product of their merging was not a greasy shirt and a pair of jeans, but a pair of black tights and a black blouse. They clung tight to a shapely figure, one that made their owner do a double take. They stared straight into their own cleavage, unbelieving. They were undeserving of that, weren't they?

Looking up at the now-silvered mirror of the monitor, she had to sit down. She was not looking at Markus, the greasy nerd she started her morning as. She was looking at a warm and friendly demoness with stark black sclera, marigold eyes and baby fat in her cheeks.

A black claw reached up, to stroke her skin. The claw didn't breach the now smooth flesh, lacking any of the body hair she'd grown so used to. While the room was filled with the cloying stench of decay as her discarded flesh began to burn away, now nothing but wisps of black smoke.

"Is this... me?" Amanda began to tug at her curls as a new window opened up. She paid it little attention, pushing it to the side so she could continue to gaze at her own reflection. "Am I a... a cutie?" Her pupils began to pulse, locked into the shape of hearts.

There are words which require courage to say. Some of these words seem simple, but require overcoming great obstacles to speak into the world. A change that can be undertaken step by step with therapy, kindness and friendship, or, like our protagonist, an unholy and profane ritual that transforms your entire body. And those words were:

"I'm a cutie..." Amanda whispered quietly to herself, and her voice rang true with the universe. A wrong was righted that day, and someone once born into the wrong body was given a new future. A right future. The effects this change would have are yet to be felt, but that's a story for next time.

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