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Glimpse of a Softer Self
🕑 Added 2025-03-10 02:36:12 +0000 UTCDan drifted, floating in an endless sea of pink mist.
The warmth wrapped around him like silk, weightless and soft, whispering something he couldn’t quite hear.
Then, she was there.
A figure emerged from the pink haze, her form eerily perfect, yet undeniably wrong. Her skin was unnaturally pale, sickly white with an almost translucent blue tint, like porcelain left too long in the cold.
She stepped forward, and the glow of the dream caught on her silken silver hair, strands flowing past her shoulders, shining with a faint, ghostly luminescence.
Her eyes were the worst part.
They glowed a brilliant pink, pulsing faintly, shifting like living crystal, like a predator’s gaze fixated on prey.
A choker, nearly identical to his, sat tight around her throat, its gemstone gleaming, reflecting the same glow that shimmered in her bunny ears, where small, crystalline shards nestled against her pale skin.
She smiled.
Dan’s pulse hitched.
“Well, well~” Her voice was honeyed, slow, dragging the words out in a way that sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine. She tilted her head, running a delicate finger across the surface of a vanity mirror behind her, her nails trailing glowing pink light across the glass.
"Oh, poor thing~" Her voice crawled through him, velvety, teasing. Her glowing pink eyes bore into him, alive with amusement.
Dan opened his mouth to speak—but no words came.
A creeping warmth curled around him, wrapping tight, sinking into his skin, his bones, his mind.
She took another step forward, her heels clicking against nothing.
“No need to fight it, sweet thing.” A soft giggle. “Just… let it happen.”
The woman tilted her head, stepping closer, her bunny ears twitching slightly. She reached up, trailing a single cold finger down his chest, and something pulsed inside him.
Wouldn’t it be easier if you just… let go?
Dan shivered.
The warmth coiled tighter.
His shirt felt off. The fabric shifted, tightening, hugging something softer, rounder.
He gasped, but the sound was smaller, lighter.
His pants were gone.
No—not gone. They had become something else. A skirt.
A pleated schoolgirl skirt fluttered against his thighs, brushing against smooth skin that hadn’t been there before.
Dan's breath caught in his throat.
The woman chuckled, circling him slowly, her eyes trailing over his changing body like an artist admiring her masterpiece.
“Much better.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, and it spilled down his back in long, silky waves.
Dan tried to move, but his legs wobbled.
His hips pushed outward, a soft curve settling into place. His chest rose subtly, his breathing shallower, sweeter.
His fingers trembled—his hands looked smaller now.
The woman leaned in, whispering against his ear.
"Mmm~ Doesn't it feel better?"
Dan gasped.
And then—a mirror appeared.
He turned instinctively.
His reflection stared back.
A girl.
Big, round eyes, hazel shifting to pink, glowing faintly in the mist.
Long, silky brown hair.
Soft, delicate features.
She was adorable. Perfect.
She was him.
Dan stared. His pulse pounded.
His hands reached up slowly—touched his face, traced his new features.
The woman’s voice curled around him, soft as silk.
"See? You were always meant to be this way."
Dan's lips parted.
And then, he smiled.
The dream shattered.
Dan’s eyes snapped open.
The pink haze was gone. The warmth evaporated.
The hospital room was cold.
Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The steady beeping of a heart monitor filled the air.
Dan tried to sit up. His body felt off, sluggish, strange.
Something brushed against his cheek.
He froze.
His hair—long.
His hands shot up—soft features. Thinner wrists.
His breath shook.
Then, he felt them.
Earrings.
He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as they traced the small, delicate studs.
The stones gleamed softly.
Pink.
Like his choker.
Dan's stomach twisted.
His breath quivered, coming slower, steadier.
He turned slightly, catching his reflection in the metal IV stand.
His face was softer. His eyes—
Pink.
Dan’s breath hitched.
A ripple ran through his mind. A whisper. A giggle.
Dan exhaled, fingers tightening against the sheets. His heart should have been racing.
It wasn’t.
His gaze lingered on his reflection.
And as his breath steadied…
So did his smile.
