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Chapter #5

Paine

    by: That One Guy Author IconMail Icon
Paine Possess: Groggily, your eyes blink open to the world and take in your new surroundings: no longer are you in the the comfortable, familiar haven of your room; instead, you find yourself standing in an unfamiliar hallway. What happened to you? One minute you’re on your bed, preparing to relax and spend the first afternoon of your summer vacation replaying Final Fantasy X-2, and the next, you’re standing here in this hall, no recollection of how you got here. But what happened during that apparent gap in your memory, and why can’t you shake the feeling that you’ve... changed somehow? As you think, you idly brush aside the silver bangs that hang in front of your face.

It takes you about three seconds to realize that’s wrong.

‘Silver?’ you think incredulously, eyes inspecting on the strands of silver before them. ‘The hell happened to brown?’ Perplexed, you reach up with a gloved hand to play with your newly-found tresses. Wait a minute. “Gloves?” You gasp, covering your mouth. That voice wasn’t yours! That voice wasn’t even male! You look down at the gloved hands that cover your mouth -your hands- and your eyes trail further down your arm. The gloves -which you somehow know to be made of leather- cover a large part of your arm, reaching the elbows. “I don’t wear gloves...” Again, the mature, cool, womanly voice comes from your lips. You can’t shake the niggling sense of familiarity you feel when you hear it.

Your gaze travels to your upper arm (which you find to be mostly covered by the fold of the top that you hadn’t been wearing previously), to your other arm (to find the same results); to your chest: where you find two mounds that definitely shouldn’t be there; to your legs: you find a pair of uncomfortably short leather shorts, a belt or two rests on your hips, black stockings, and black high-heeled boots.

‘Who the fuck am I?’ you think, dumbstruck by what’s happened to you. You’re shocked to hear a small voice in the back of your head speak a name that wasn’t yours:

Paine
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