Nicole Captured

The spirit recoiled in disgust as it witnessed the intrusion of this impure woman into its hallowed realm, its sacred canvas of feminization. How dare she? This was no place for the likes of her, and the spirit knew that she could pose a threat to its carefully laid plans. Plans that had been unfolding so perfectly, plans that were now in danger of being unraveled by this intruder.

Observing her with senses no human could comprehend, it felt a connection between the woman and Jon, a connection that could spell disaster for its agenda. If unchecked, it could even reverse the progress that Jon had made, bringing him back from his feminine destiny.

It hovered above her, watching her examine the scroll. Had this scroll been the catalyst to the spirit's arrival in the house? Had Jon, its victim, summoned it inadvertently with this talisman? Perhaps, but it mattered not. What mattered was the presence of the invading woman, this incursion of blasphemy into its sacred temple of transformation.

Reaching out with it's power, the spirit touched the woman's mind, sifting through her memories and secrets. Nicole. Jon's sister. There was something more, something she kept hidden from her friends and family. Ah, yes, there it was. The woman's held a secret view of how a woman should be, what an ideal woman would live like. Traditional and rigid was the dogma she carried close to her heart. It was also a useful tool for the spirit to pervert; there was opportunity to use her beliefs against her, twisting and warping them to suit its purposes. Yes, it would do nicely.

With a flick of its power, the spirit caused a book to fall up the stairs in Jon's bedroom. It worked. The woman turned from the scroll, dropped it back onto the coffee table, and started up the stairs.

"Jon?" *she called. The spirit had no sense that the woman's calling could wake its thralls from their slumber, but it didn't want to risk it. The spirit was trying something new, using a computer simulation to play with its prey, something it hadn't done before. It didn't want to risk losing all its hard work.

When the woman reached the top of the stairs, she paused, as if she could tell that something was off. Her ear tilted, as if she was listening intensely, she held her breath. Then, she called out again, this time her voice much more quiet, much more nervous.

"Jon? It's me Nicole. Is everything alright?" the woman called, getting quieter with every word.

At the sound of that last question, the spirit reacted with fervor.

Whipping out with its magic, the spirit animated the room. Bed sheets sprung from the mattress and wrapped themselves around her legs. Two pairs of pants leapt from the drawers and held her arms. She tried to scream, but as she opened her mouth a pillow case shoved itself inside. The woman found herself, terrified, being lifted from the ground and carried down the hall.

THUMP

Unceremoniously, the spirit deposited the woman on the master bed, the one belonging to Jon's parents. Completely immobile, the spirit conjured another VR helmet, just like the ones on Jon and Kelli's heads. Muffled screams tried to escape from the woman's mouth, but the pillow case held firm. The helmet levitated, then settled on her head. A whirring sound began, then a green light.

And then silence.