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Suddenly, the hallway blazed with light, harsh and pink-tinged, casting long, writhing shadows against the walls. James blinked as he turned around to see Dan, or rather, the warped femme-sissiboi version, standing in the doorway, their once-familiar frame now exaggerated with the swell of latex-clad hips and a cinched waist that made James' stomach clench. The redhead nestled against them, her glossy lips pressing slow, wet kisses along the nape of Dan's throat, each one leaving a faint sheen on the stretched latex collar.

Dan's lips, plumped, shimmering with gloss, parted in a breathy sigh, their once, stubbled jaw now smooth, their eyelashes fluttering beneath a heavy coat of mascara.

James stumbled back, his shoulder blades hitting the wall with a dull thud. The scent of latex and vanilla syrup choked him as Danni slithered forward, their once-familiar gait now a hypnotic sway of latex-sheathed hips.

"What the fuck happened to you?" James choked out, fingers scrabbling against peeling wallpaper.

Danni's glossed lips curled into a pout, their newly plump breasts straining against the translucent crop top as they giggled, a high, breathy sound that skittered down James' spine. The redhead nuzzled against Danni's shoulder, leaving smears of lipstick on the shiny black collar.

Danni’s manicured fingers, nails gleaming candy-apple red, traced a slow path down their own latex-clad thigh, the material squeaking obscenely under the drag of their fingertips. "Oh, babes," they purred, tilting their head so the pink light caught the gloss smeared across their lips, "you really thought trying to brute force your way onto CultOfSissi wouldn’t summon someone?"