Ghost of Futa Past

Something woke you up. You were alone in your apartment, your girlfriend was away for the week, so there shouldn't be anyone else around... You suddenly realized how unnaturally cold it was, you could almost swear you could see snow falling inside your room, everything felt very unnatural.

"Sit up straight, boy." A beautiful but commanding feminine voice cut through the haze. You jumped, adrenaline shooting through you you scrambled and yelled, "WHO'S THERE??" But suddenly, found you were unable to move.

"Let's not waste time struggling, we've got a lot to get though. You've been poorly behaved."

You tried to yell but your voice was quiet. Some invisible **** held you in place.

Still unseen, the voice spoke again, "Hmm, let me see, oohh oh dear. Sexism, Racism, Homophobia and being a general prude. The list goes on, this is going to be a lot of work."

"Who-who are you?" You managed to get a single sentence out.

The voice chuckled, "Well poor thing, I'm the all mystical, all omnipotent being that's going to show you the error of your ways! You've lived a very sheltered life, mostly around people the same as you, with the same backwards beliefs, looking down on anyone or anything different from you. You've openly outspoken against gay people, you've made fun of every race other than your own and a quick trip to talk with your girlfriend and well, you're a sexist, jealous shit. And she's sick of it. ... But don't worry about her now, I've taken good care of her, for now, worry about yourself."

Panicking, you gasped, "Wh-why are you here? What do you want?"

The voice laughed once again, "Haha! Well I'm the Ghost of Futa Past of course! Some people call me Lilith, soon you will call me Mistress. But for now, you're about to change your ways."

The world shifted, and just before it all went black, you caught a glimpse of the figure behind the voice. And your little conservative brain nearly collapsed.

And the world disappeared.