Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Top Secret Opportunity

Chapter 19: Top Secret Opportunity

Not everyone would see the war against the Trap Nation as just. For gay and trans activist Donna, Trap Nation is like a magical land, full of wonder. Which, it sort of really is, one might guess.

Yet, is she really ready to look past the eating of leprechauns, to become a trap, like she has always wanted? For she, sees herself as a man, and would do just about anything, to gain a man's face and body. Or, if a body is not on offer, then just the face, and go to a face changer for the rest.

Donna:

Just who do these heroes and demon lords think they are, to be so bigoted? I mean, what is so wrong, with a nation taking on the opposing gender? Personally, I think that Florifel, or Trap Nation, as it is called now, is a grant place full of wonderful people.

Why, I even got offered to become a true transgender man! Just in the face, though, but they have remarkable surgeons who are just about ready to do anything with magic, to change up the rest of the package.

Traps are evil? Well, I think the two busybodies and their armies need a good kick in the nuts. Free rights for everyone, or go home to whine at your mommy!

I walk to the site of the meeting. It is in the library's… basement. Now, some people might get discouraged because of that, but not me! So, plenty of incredible things can be done in a library's basement. Besides, the traps are just like me, in spirit. I can't wait to become one of them!

With a bright smile, I climb down the dim staircase to the basement. There are two strange people down in the basement. I mean, their bodies look like jell-o.

"Welcome, reincarnator Donna. We are happy you wish to take the next step, into becoming a citizen of the Trap Nation," comes a feminine voice from the mouth of a man. I smile at the brave, and astounding, trans person.

"Yes, well, I am happy to be here, dear. Now, I have been practicing with my magic, and so, I am certain that I will be able to pass the test," I say, my smile as bright as ever.

Well, the two-slime people unnerve me, but I don't mind them. I mean, what sort of person would I be, if I made a fuss about what sort of forms a body should take on? People could define themselves as an Apache-Helicopter, and I wouldn't mind. I guess that, in this stunning world, dreams do come true.

"Please, Donna, sit," the kind man tells me, and I sit on the only available chair in the room. Suddenly, chains snap around my wrists and ankles. "Bring forth the leprechaun."

"Wait, what is happening in here? Is this a joke?" I ask, as the man just smiles at me. The two slimes seem to be conversing by bobbling their bodies around, but I can't understand them.

"Wait no, I will be good," there is a tiny humanoid brought before me, all tied up in chains. "Don't eat me. I didn't rebel. Dean is a good leprechaun…"

His words were stopped, when his neck was snapped by one of the slimes. My eyes go wide then.

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"Eat," the right slime says. Its voice is like one of a demon. As if a hundred and one people are speaking, and yet, none are.

"Why did you kill the little guy? What is happening here?" I ask, beginning to see why some people might fight against these beings.

Was it all a lie? The acceptance for my dreams, the happy people who would not bat an eye, at me wearing men's clothes? Before I can speak, my mouth is forced open by one of the slimes. I can feel the jell-o enter my mouth, and I gag.

"You will be reborn," the slime says in its demonic voice, as the little leprechaun is gotten out of his chains. The nightmare is over for him, but for me, it is just beginning.

My mind takes a back seat, as I get everything, I thought I wanted. My face molds, and God, it is painful. Like nothing, I have experienced before. Then, my breasts begin to shrink, and I feel as if they are on fire. Even my nose is filled with the smell of burning flesh.

Yet, somehow, I survive. It is hours after I am given my orders, now named after the leprechaun whose life was cut short, that I realize that they force-fed me a little human being.

I can't even gag, much less throw up. I feel strings connected to my limbs. Furthermore, I am not a trap, I am a man, almost in every way that counts. Yet, I know I still have a womb, and I fear as to why it is still where it is supposed to be. Just what are the plans of the slimes for me?

My orders are simple. Use my reincarnator cheat ability: Bait, to force the demon lord, the Hero of Ultimate Fate, and its squirrel knight, sir Reginald the Fluffy, to follow me to a field filled with old and eldritch runes.

Oh, just why did I have to be this accepting? And, more than that, can I somehow warn…

Dean, no, Donna, no Dean.

Many a reincarnator would forget that there, in the Art of War, is a passage that cautions about not leaving your enemy any escape routes. This is a bitter lesson that Joe and Marius would learn on their own. Yet, even in darkness, there is hope.

For, the spirit is not something easily bent to the whims of beings such as slimes. Donna had spent her entire life fighting for the rights of those, who, people called queer. Yet, her mind comes to the conclusion that the traps are not queer, they are not even human. And so, with the last of her will, she rebels.

Yet, is it too late?

But that is a story for another day. 

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