"Let me join you!"

You squeeze your eyes shut. The fear you felt sent a million scenarios through your head.

What if she makes me her ****? Doomed to obey her every whim as I’m **** to do so with a smile? Being trapped in my own body as her prisoner? What if she doesn’t reanimate me at all? What if she gives me away to someone I don’t know? My own life in another’s hands? What if she disposes of my skin all together!?

Your heart rate was furious as you waited for the final click.

But it never comes.

You peek an eye open to see Jacinta standing there stone faced as her own eyes narrowed in on you.

“Could you repeat that, Lasse?”

“Le-let me join y-you?”

You were stuttering; unable to form a clear sentence as the terror wrapped in tight garments stared you down.

“And why, pretell, should I do that? I hold all the cards here, Lasse. If I wanted to, I could turn you into a bumbling buffoon incapable of any form of intellectual thought.”

She leans in close. You can feel her warm breath on your face as she speaks in a low, threatening tone.

“So, please enlighten me. As to why I should humor a dreg like you?”

The playful, sadistic Jacinta was gone. In her place stood something more terrifying. A cold, evil presence was at your bedside wielding the ability to warp your entire existence aimed square at your chest.

“I’m all ears, Lasse. Tell. Me. Why.”

“BECAUSE I LIKE BEING A GIRL!”

Your outburst caused the blonde demoness to reel back. A look of disgusted contempt on her face.

“I love the feeling of tits on my chest! The wet heat in my loins! Slender, beautiful features! Long, flowing hair! I CRAVE IT, JACINTA!!!!”

For a moment you thought she was going to do far worse to you than you imagined, but something happened. Something you didn’t quite expect.

A grin.

But this was no normal grin. It soon evolved into a toothy, cheshire sneer. A sneer accompanied by a twisted, and amused chuckle.

Oh, Lasse~

Her sadistic playfulness had returned.

“You may be the first man to ever interest me.”

She pointed the pen at the wall and performed the final click before sliding it back between her breasts. She then leans down and begins to stroke your face.

“So you want to throw away that nasty body of yours, hmm? I could get with a man brave enough to toss aside their masculinity, but alas my heart will forever beat for the love of another woman~”

She stands back up straight.

“Was Annalena that intoxicating to wear? Or is this some sort of deep, dark wish of yours? Maybe some sort of sexual fantasy?”

There’s a moment of hesitation.

“Yes. All of it….yes.”

It was all you could say. She was correct. All of it was. When you wore Annalena you felt right. You felt complete. For those few short hours you were in heaven. Wrapped up tight in the skin of the most popular girl in school had made you the happiest you’d ever felt. You didn’t want that happiness to end. Not now. Not ever.

“I’ll tell you what, Lasse. After I’ve taken what’s rightfully mine, let’s do a little window shopping.”

She stared you down with that cheshire sneer of hers decorating her face.

“I want you to pick out who’ll get to be my new right-hand girl~”