A bad joke changes things.

“I think you got me pregnant.” You say lying on the ground rubbing your pregnant looking body.

Her eyes widen in shock, “Don’t say that. You just got here, the magic flowing through you will make it real. Sit up. Stop rubbing your belly like that. Fuck, your nipples are already bigger.” She yanks you to your feet.

“Wow you are strong. I’m pretty fat.” You say.

“Not really, not anymore. Your magic is helping you to become your true self. Damn it, well more likely my perfect mate.” She grabs your head and starts inspecting your hair, “Fuck, ya, your hair is turning red already.” She grabs your face and stares into your eyes, so beautiful, “Listen. Concentrate on your true self. What you want to look like. Stop thinking about me.”

“Fine. I will. Quit it. Just go then. Bring me here, fuck me, then yell at me. Stupid bitch.”

“No you don’t understand. I’m not mad at you. I screwed up. I shouldn’t have fucked you till you had been here a few days so I wouldn’t influence your change. Now I don’t know what I should do. If I leave you here someone is going to find you and manipulate you into what they want instead of what you want.”
“See what you did. You definitely should go.” You shout at her, tears stinging your cheeks. Why are you so angry? No, not angry, hurt. Doesn’t she love you anymore? “I wish I wasn’t even pregnant!”

“What the fuck!” She blurts out, eyes wide. She grabs your face. “You aren’t and have never been pregnant. You aren’t even female. Concentrate. Think only of yourself. Your desires. You. Concentrate on you.

“Screw you!” You yell at her, yank yourself from her grasp, and run away. Eyes filled with tears it quickly proves to be a terrible mistake as you trip. The ground races upward and you hear a crack as your head hits a rock. Then only darkness.