[Fic Dump] - Genderswitch Xigbar
The pain radiating from the back of Braig's head was almost blinding. His body was shaking unsteadily as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and then to his feet. Nothing looked right although he couldn't say why.
I'm going to kill her… I'm going to kill that little bitch if it's the last goddamned thing that I do. Braig thought to himself.
He ran a hand through his hair and stopped, slowly bringing it down to stare at it. It was small and slender and had clean, neatly-trimmed nails. It wasn't his. The pain in the back of his head now seemed utterly insignificant in light of this new discovery. Half-frantic, Braig ran his strange hand over his face and stared down at the body.
It was the naked body of a petite young girl. He was slender and short and had the makings of what would eventually become breasts. Dark wavy hair fell to the middle of his back.
"What… the FUCK?" Braig spoke out loud and jumped when the voice that he heard wasn't his. It was low and sweet and lilting, nothing like the drawl he was used to hearing. Something vile rose in him and he crouched, vomiting blood on the ground. He dry-heaved once and stood up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fuckin'… Dammit." The cannibal found himself unable to speak or even think in a coherent manner. All of his thoughts were mired together in a jumble of rage. "I am going to KILL that little bitch! I'm going to make her watch as I eat her goddamned HANDS."
The sweet voice lowered into a harsh growl the innocent face contorted into something feral and terrifying.
Despite his fury, Braig was overall a rational man. For the next several minutes he paced around the bare, empty room. He didn't even care when the blood he had vomited splashed onto his delicate, bare feet.
Once he was able to think again, Braig stopped and looked down at himself again. He ran his hands over the body. The skin was smooth and supple, as pale as cream. His features were delicate and beautiful and the very picture of innocence. And yet… there was something there that spoke of temptation and a sexuality that was far more advanced than “the girl’s” apparent years.
“This could be good…” The purr was far too sensual for the body that had made it and Braig loved the sound. He knew only too well what men did to little girls who looked the way he did now.
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I'm going to kill her… I'm going to kill that little bitch if it's the last goddamned thing that I do. Braig thought to himself.
He ran a hand through his hair and stopped, slowly bringing it down to stare at it. It was small and slender and had clean, neatly-trimmed nails. It wasn't his. The pain in the back of his head now seemed utterly insignificant in light of this new discovery. Half-frantic, Braig ran his strange hand over his face and stared down at the body.
It was the naked body of a petite young girl. He was slender and short and had the makings of what would eventually become breasts. Dark wavy hair fell to the middle of his back.
"What… the FUCK?" Braig spoke out loud and jumped when the voice that he heard wasn't his. It was low and sweet and lilting, nothing like the drawl he was used to hearing. Something vile rose in him and he crouched, vomiting blood on the ground. He dry-heaved once and stood up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fuckin'… Dammit." The cannibal found himself unable to speak or even think in a coherent manner. All of his thoughts were mired together in a jumble of rage. "I am going to KILL that little bitch! I'm going to make her watch as I eat her goddamned HANDS."
The sweet voice lowered into a harsh growl the innocent face contorted into something feral and terrifying.
Despite his fury, Braig was overall a rational man. For the next several minutes he paced around the bare, empty room. He didn't even care when the blood he had vomited splashed onto his delicate, bare feet.
Once he was able to think again, Braig stopped and looked down at himself again. He ran his hands over the body. The skin was smooth and supple, as pale as cream. His features were delicate and beautiful and the very picture of innocence. And yet… there was something there that spoke of temptation and a sexuality that was far more advanced than “the girl’s” apparent years.
“This could be good…” The purr was far too sensual for the body that had made it and Braig loved the sound. He knew only too well what men did to little girls who looked the way he did now.
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