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Good Girls Go To Church
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Good Girls Go to Church
The first time young Nicholas came to confession, he was trembling.
"Father, forgive me, for I have sinned," he whispered, voice cracking with nerves. "I struggle with pride… and temptations of lust."
I folded my hands and nodded patiently, watching the young fox clutch at his slacks with obvious discomfort. He was always so well-dressed—white shirt, black tie, immaculately pressed trousers—so concerned with propriety. The weight of his sin must have been unbearable.
"Trust in God’s plan, my child," I told him. "Let go of pride. Embrace humility."
His ears twitched, his tail flicked. Something about my words unsettled him, but he exhaled shakily and left the confessional with a small nod. I knew he would return. The truly tormented always do.
The Second Confession
A week later, he was back, looking disheveled. The starched confidence in his dress had softened. His shirt, usually crisp, clung tighter to his form. He fidgeted more than usual, adjusting his glasses, avoiding my eyes.
"Father, I feel envy toward women," he admitted hesitantly. "The way they are adored. I don’t understand why I feel this way."
A flicker of a smile touched my lips, though I kept my tone grave. "To admire beauty is natural, but do not let it lead to sin. You should channel your urges."
He swallowed hard, nodding with uncertainty. I gave him his penance, and he left, tail tucked between his legs. I made note of the subtle shift—his hips seemed softer, his fingers more delicate. The Lord worked in mysterious ways.
The Third Confession
By the third confession, Nicholas’s transformation was undeniable. He didn't even seem to realize that he was wearing such a tight and provocative dress... A bit much for the church, but I was willing to let it slide. His clothes stretched taut over an undeniably swelling chest, and his waist had narrowed into a figure that, while still modest, had the unmistakable bloom of being a proper woman. I watched him wring his hands, his nails longer than before, his voice higher, almost melodic.
"Father… I have thoughts… bad thoughts… about men." He looked down in shame. "I think… I think I want to be some kind of trad-wife."
Ah. Now we were getting somewhere.
I sighed in understanding, resting a comforting hand atop his trembling one. "This is part of God’s plan," I assured him. "It is normal for a woman."
His breath hitched, his wide, gold-rimmed glasses fogging up slightly. He left that evening in a daze, his hips swaying slightly, though I doubted he even noticed his new bounce.
The Final Confession
It was no longer Nicholas who came to see me. Not truly.
The young woman who entered the confessional was undeniably feminine, dressed in a soft seafoam dress that clung to a curvy, well-formed figure. Her dark hair framed her face in soft curls, and her once-boyish expression was now gentle, warm, and—dare I say—demure.
She sat primly, her hands folded on her lap. She smelled of lavender and sweetness. Her tail, once restless with anxiety, swayed lazily behind her.
She gave me a coy smile. "Sorry, Daddy," she purred, "I've been a very naughty girl."
I cleared my throat, straightening. "I’ve told you before, child, it’s ‘Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.’"
She giggled, adjusting her dress, which rode up just slightly over soft, plush thighs. I could already sense the stirrings of trouble—she would need strong guidance. A firm hand. A righteous man to steer her toward virtue.
Fortunately, the congregation was full of such men.
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Lizard Queen
But, how could it be better?
bendzz
This is good
