A Wish Must Be Made

Nicole

The voice surrounded her, filled her mind with a buzzing distraction. It was so loud, almost loud enough to distract her by the perversions she found herself surrounded by. She looked from left to right but found nobody.

"Hello?" she called in a quiet voice, nervous that an intruder might be in the house.

I am here, the voice sounded again, but this time she realized that it wasn't in the room, but in her mind. Was she going crazy?

You are sane, said the voice, but the world is broken.

"Then men..." she whispered, knowing exactly what the voice meant. A knot had formed in her throat, the fear tensing up her muscles, but still she couldn't deny the truth that the voice had conveyed.

They are lost, the voice said, its voice causing Nicole to shiver.

"Who are you?" Nicole whispered again, tears welling up in her eyes.

The feminizing spirit hovered over Nicole, tendrils of its magic tickling her brain, reinforcing the worldview it had constructed for her in Girl World. Should Nicole slip away from the spirit's influence now, all would be lost. The magic would fail, the spirit would be no more. It was a fate that could not happen, not because of a deep sense of self-preservation, but because the feminizing spirit's mission, its sacred task, would vanish with it.

That was unacceptable.

Jon and Kelli, still entangled it the spirit's machinations, were on their way to becoming masterpieces, perfect expressions of the spirit's vision of masculinity. Both had accepted and internalized their new life, embracing their feminization in a much deeper and more profound manner with each passing moment. Neither seemed to display any awareness of the changes, improvements really, that had been wrought on their lives.

To lose that progress would be blasphemy of the worst kind.

I am a spirit, it spoke to Nicole's mind again, One who knows the truth of the world. A dire perversion has been laid upon the men of this earth, entrapping them in a life they were never meant to live. The curse is broad, reaching every corner of the world. Until now, only I knew the truth.

But now there is you.

The spirit waited and watched. Nicole's face was tight with anxiety. The feminizing spirit wished that it had been allowed more time to work with her so that the shock of the world would not be as intense, but there was no way around it. Time had become short. The completion of the transformation of Jon and Kelli was imminent, and the future was far too uncertain to wait any longer. If the spirit was to survive, if its holy purpose was to be fulfilled, it needed Nicole.

Before you is a scroll, the feminizing spirit spoke again, A magical scroll. Its origins are unknown, but its magic is powerful. While the curse on men is mighty, it is not supreme. There is still a chance to stop it, to change the world back to how it is supposed to be. To save mankind. The scroll is one part of the key. The other part is you.

"I don't understand," Nicole said, staring down at the table that the scroll laid upon, "I'm just one person. If what you say is true, how can I stop it?"

Not on your own, the spirit explained, its magical tendrils massaging Nicole's brain even further, encouraging her to be open to its suggestions, but with my help. The scroll will give you the strength, give you the power you need to save the world. To save your brother.

"Jon..."

I have been working alone to rescue him from the curse, but soon he will be beyond my abilities, and the curse will reclaim him. Only you can save him now.

"What do I need to do?"

A wish must be made. A wish in blood.

The spirit watched as Nicole's eyes went wide. After a moment, the young woman sat down on the couch. She picked up the scroll, then the small knife tipped in dried blood, and turned it over and over in her hands, as if deciding what to do.