ISSUE #1: A Lesson In Folklore (Feat. Queen Gremlin & The Lord of Lycans)

The minutes just seem to tick by as you watch the clock intently from the comfort of your bed. You rest there as naked as the day you were born, a petite 5'3" male with luxurious brunette locks and a stunning bottom heavy body. Your simple little one room apartment was quiet, save for the soft purring coming from the tabby shaped pillow now resting on the other half of the covers. Somehow, Jasper managed to fall back to sleep while you were kept awake by the call to action desperately clawing its way out of the garbled mess leaving the police radio you had next to your bed. It was already 10:00 pm when the final message came through. "Backup! Send back up immediately! Again, Acropolis Museum of Folklore! Send bac-... Oh Jesus! They're after me! Send back! Send it! Send it n- aaaaaughh!!!-tszzzzz..."

Sounds like they aren't doing so hot on their own. They probably need help. You take a deep breath as your left hand reaches across your white bread skin and stops around your neck to tract the pretty little pink bow now quivering in anticipation. It knew this too. Strange that it could know things, but you haven't questioned that before since it made you into Jacky. Jacky, a cute little prissy boy with a living band of fabric around his esophagus that left him as pretty as a model. The only issue being you didn't want to be any of those things. It had its benefits, superpowers and everything, but even that came with a negative you were not wanting to take right now. Your other delicate hand reaches over to the radio and finally silences the call, twisting the volume all the way down until that 'click' sound completely subdues the sound. That left you alone in your bed, except for your own thoughts, the bow, and your pet cat Jasper.

"It's... It's already late..."

You don't like being left in the quiet and spoke to fill the empty space in hopes of convincing yourself not to go.

"I've got classes tomorrow anyways. Plus, it's downtown. I'm sure..." You paused, the bow around your neck tingling as it's loose ribbons stretched out to coil around your midsection like a satin hug.

You know this touch far too well. A little tactic it uses to get its way. It knows what might happen. Hell, it might even want it to happen. But you'd be damned if you were going to let it dictate your decisions again.

Your hands instinctually swatted them off, grabbing in of the strands and holding it up to your face. "No. I'm not going."

"I'm sure one of the Tier 5 will handle it. It's their jurisdiction." Your words are confident but laced in a thin layer of concern.

Just as you say this, the ribbon wiggles free and attempts to crawl down your body again. You try to reach for it a second time though when joined with its twin it quickly overwhelms your senses. They curl around your waist and grip behind you, holding your thickened seat in a tight vice grip that sends you falling back against the pillow.

"Damn it~" You spurt out as your arms straighten down your sides.

The grip only gets tighter the longer you defy the cloth. It teases your fragile nerves, already knowing what spots to test in order to get you doubling over in exasperation and eagerness.

"J-Jesus, this again?" You protest and throw your head back as the fair white cheeks under your green eyes swiftly brighten to an embarrassing red. "I said... I'm. not. going. out! You can't just tickle me up and down every time I don't do what you want. I know you can understand me!"

While you would have crossed your arms, the ribbons make their opinion of this clear by rapidly caressing your body in a swaddle. They form an ever-moving harness around your shaking thighs and buttocks, deliberately avoiding the one spot they know would end the argument in an instant, the miniaturized member now stirring to a stiffened two inch point.

Gasping is inevitable at this point. Your hands cover you eyes and your back arches upwards from the sensations now surrounding you. "You ch-cheating~ F-fucking waist band of a~..." Your speech is cut by another gasp, your hands refusing to touch it as it grows around the base.

"I'm... I-I'm not~ oh God~.... Nnhh~" You shiver in their care and suddenly thrust upwards into the air before the ribbons **** you back down. "Stop it~ just... St-stnnmmmh~"

You know what this is. It's a threat of intent. They know what you truly want, what you've been craving since they entered your life but you refuse to accept it every time. Now they were on the verge of making you see just how much you really wanted it. Your hands grab the sheets as the feeling quickly becomes uncomfortable. The tips of each ribbon casually slide below the waist to get as close as they've ever been to touching your twitching pixie stick.

Without warning, you leap from the bed and land on your feet as the fabric recoils in surprise. They weren't expecting this so soon. Your unforeseen jump scares the living shit out of Jasper and makes her dash away to seek shelter under the coffee table in the next room.

"Alright! Fine!" You shout in return as you grab hold of your phone and ear piece. "You want me out there?! I'm going out there! Happy?!"

As if to answer your question, the ribbons return to their loosened state, now dangling from your neck and seeking other less sensitive parts to coil around to prepare for the transformation that was about to be underway.

"Good... Good..." You whisper back under frustrated breaths.

You rush to the window in a huff and lift it open. The swift action let's in a cacophony of city sounds. Horns and shouts finally break the crushing quiet of your room, and further terrify poor Jasper who has retreated further into the apartment. She now hides amongst the dirty clothes resting in the hamper next to the washing machine in hopes of being left alone. You however must face this noise head on. You climb out of the window and grab the ribbon, pulling on the central knot to unleash it's full potential. Once it falls back to your skin, it unleashes a swarm of bands and strands that swallow you whole before spitting you back out as the flamboyant hero known as the Pixie Knot. A band of pink is wrapped over your eyes like a mask with two holes cut through to let you see. More ribbons have tied themselves around every inch of your body, netting you in a protective web of silk with additional bows on your wrists, ankles, waist, head, shoulders, elbows, knees, and even above your softening member. A skirt composed of looped ribbons stretches half way down to your knees as your only means of cover. To finish everything off, your hair has elongated down to the back of your waist as a massive stretch of deep brown curls filled with bows and knots.

You raise your left hand as a band of cloth flies out from your wrist to tie itself to a near by roof's ledge. "Let's just try to make this quick, ok? 5 minutes. Tops! Got it?"

Your grip releases and before you know it you are swinging away from the window. You soar through the air high above the streets of Acropolis City, no response from your bow except the excited flutter of its loops.