Challenge 13a: Back to Basics
Title: Circus Freak Transformation
Word Count: 391
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): Male/Female (transsexual)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): References to sex changes, rating just in case.
Summary: Chamille, a girl making a change, premature on thought. Though she just wants to be a normal woman, she doesn't think about the side effects of giving her soul to such a man she did.
The dark haired man planted a gentle kiss on her red lips, holding her hands possessively. Chamille knew that she belonged to him if she agreed. She knew that if she said yes to such a thing, the Cabaret, the man, and all the members owned her. Was such a transformation worth all that?
“You’ll be just as beautiful as you are now.” Gregor persuaded. Gregor Stryker, the ring leader of such a circus of freaks Chamille would be apart of if she said yes. Of course, she had no idea of that was his actual, but that’s how everyone seemed to know him. Gregor was that sort of man, anyway. “You’ll have those beautiful eyes, those full lips, your amazing figure, all of that, plus what you want most.”
She looked down at his button down vest thinking. Should she agree? All the questions were racing in her mind. I could finally feel beautiful, she thought. I can fall in love with my prince charming, whoever that may be, I can finally be normal. A normal woman.
“You’re so striking. I would hate to see that go to waste with such a body.” Gregor shook his head, now gaining a half smile on his dark painted lips. She seemed to look passed his whole circus cabaret attire when such a question came into play. “You make such a perfect, beautiful woman already, I really would hate to see that all thrown away. I think you should definitely agree.”
Easier said then done, Chamille concluded in her mind. Though, she really had no choice, but to say yes. It was her only hope of becoming what she always wanted. Her blonde hair bounced on her shoulders as she nodded. “Yes. I’ll do it. But only for myself.” She kept a lightly mischievous smile. “Not for you and your circus of freaks.”
“Who’s a freak, my dear?” Gregor asked after he gave another passionate kiss to the girl. She was all his now. “You’re no longer on that scale now. You’ve made this commitment to change. You’ll be the woman you always wanted to be.”
He gave a dark snicker, as his painted lips moved to her neck, behind her blonde hair. “You’ll be my beautiful girl, now.”
Word Count: 391
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): Male/Female (transsexual)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): References to sex changes, rating just in case.
Summary: Chamille, a girl making a change, premature on thought. Though she just wants to be a normal woman, she doesn't think about the side effects of giving her soul to such a man she did.
The dark haired man planted a gentle kiss on her red lips, holding her hands possessively. Chamille knew that she belonged to him if she agreed. She knew that if she said yes to such a thing, the Cabaret, the man, and all the members owned her. Was such a transformation worth all that?
“You’ll be just as beautiful as you are now.” Gregor persuaded. Gregor Stryker, the ring leader of such a circus of freaks Chamille would be apart of if she said yes. Of course, she had no idea of that was his actual, but that’s how everyone seemed to know him. Gregor was that sort of man, anyway. “You’ll have those beautiful eyes, those full lips, your amazing figure, all of that, plus what you want most.”
She looked down at his button down vest thinking. Should she agree? All the questions were racing in her mind. I could finally feel beautiful, she thought. I can fall in love with my prince charming, whoever that may be, I can finally be normal. A normal woman.
“You’re so striking. I would hate to see that go to waste with such a body.” Gregor shook his head, now gaining a half smile on his dark painted lips. She seemed to look passed his whole circus cabaret attire when such a question came into play. “You make such a perfect, beautiful woman already, I really would hate to see that all thrown away. I think you should definitely agree.”
Easier said then done, Chamille concluded in her mind. Though, she really had no choice, but to say yes. It was her only hope of becoming what she always wanted. Her blonde hair bounced on her shoulders as she nodded. “Yes. I’ll do it. But only for myself.” She kept a lightly mischievous smile. “Not for you and your circus of freaks.”
“Who’s a freak, my dear?” Gregor asked after he gave another passionate kiss to the girl. She was all his now. “You’re no longer on that scale now. You’ve made this commitment to change. You’ll be the woman you always wanted to be.”
He gave a dark snicker, as his painted lips moved to her neck, behind her blonde hair. “You’ll be my beautiful girl, now.”