Dark Fate: Book 2 – The First Night
: Epilogue

Zoe sighed.

No, not Zoe. Her, no HIS name was Kristoff! It didn’t matter what the damn System said! She remembered what she was! What he was! Damnit!

It had only been a day and it was already becoming harder to think like she had before. She wasn’t forgetting her old life, but it was… transforming. Like the memories weren’t hers, but something she saw in a movie. Something that happened to someone else.

Damn it all! If only she had been paying more attention when the blue boxes started showing up. But no, Kristoff had been drunk off his ass at the time, and now she, Zoe, was stuck in the body of the character that Kristoff had been designing for an… adult gaming site.

She sighed, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was white, and her skin a bluish color. Her lips and eyes were the same dark blue shade. Her face was elfin, and more angled than his formerly rugged jawline. The ears, as well, were pointed like an elf’s. Oh, and her hair was suddenly much longer, now shoulder-length instead of the short business cut he’d had when he worked as an insurance salesman.

Looking down below the neckline, her physique was as crazy as this whole situation. She had muscles like someone who was a bit more than gym fit, as he had been before the blue boxes. Not bulging, or anything, but definitely not with excess amounts of fat on her body. Well, except for the mounds in front of her.

She couldn’t stop staring at the massive orbs hanging off her chest. They were an E-cup, she knew without even needing to be measured, because that was what Kristoff had put in as part of the character design. It was only now that he had them on his own body that he realized how foolish it looked. If the blue boxes hadn’t improved her back muscles, she’d probably be in a world of pain right now.

The bottom of her hourglass figure was just as exaggerated as the top, with wide hips and a round ass that looked made for a rap video. She was hairless down there, giving her a good look at her new set of lips, something else she was struggling to get used to. And the legs! Long, sensual legs that were perfect for strutting down a runway, or wrapping around a pole.

Or maybe a hot guy.

Zoe shook her head, trying to clear those thoughts away. Ever since the System changed him to her, those thoughts had been popping up. Kristoff had never had the time for relationships, except through adult roleplaying sites. He’d never been the chest-beating alpha type either, but when he was more like himself in the RPs, he’d gotten nothing but abuse, either from the Alphas that looked down on him, or from the Dommes that got pleasure from humiliating him. But when he played as a girl, everyone was so much nicer to him. He knew it wasn’t real, but, damnit, it felt good to be wanted.

So, he had pretended to be a she. And, now, she was stuck like this, with the personality he had created for this persona steadily replacing his own. She knew it was happening, and the more she tried to fight it, the faster she lost pieces of her former self.

Of course, this new body had other urges, other desires that came with it, besides the desire to find a hot man (or woman) and wrap her thighs around their face until they made her scream for mercy. Unfortunately, those urges were just as troubling for her, and less socially acceptable. If people found out about what her new body was telling her to do… Well, she’d likely be hunted down as a monster.

Monster. The term definitely fit. Especially the ‘other’ her, the ‘real’ her. When she wasn’t trying to hide as best she could.

She could smell him in the other room. The guy who had offered her a ride. He wasn’t a good man. He was looking to get a ride in return for giving one, she knew that well enough. And it wasn’t like she could blame him. After all, she was a pretty woman, who had been stumbling, naked down the road, moments after the world went mad. Only a dead man wouldn’t have had some of those thoughts.

He wasn’t a good man, which made what she was about to do so much easier. He had taken her to his luxurious home, and showed her to a guest room, where she could shower. He was waiting on her, now, to give her the options and the false choice. He wanted her, and he would try to take her. That much was obvious. Her will didn’t come into play at all in his mind, except as a matter of convenience.

Well, that was fine. She didn’t really care what he wanted, either. He wasn’t the only one with needs or desires, after all. She had things she needed. Things she wanted.

It was a good thing that he wasn’t a good man. Doing what she was about to do to a good man wasn’t the way she wanted to start things off. No, he was a bad man, who wanted to do bad things to her, which made this easy. She would do what she had to do, and then, maybe, hopefully, she would find a better solution by the next time she had these needs.

She took a breath, and put her hand upon the door. The bathroom was a large one, extremely spacious, with plenty of room. The tub alone could likely fit six people in it without issue. That was good, because she needed space for this. For her, her real form. The monster she had become. The monster that needed to feed.

She changed. Gone was the blue-skinned elf-looking woman, and in its place was something that could not help but be considered a monster. And she was hungry. So hungry. She opened the door.

Time to feed.

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