gender bender · tsf · kitsune · panic · vulnerable · best friend · supernatural · transformation · confusion · fantasy
The night lies heavy and still, broken only by the faint drone of the refrigerator. Pale moonlight washes through the window, revealing a small parcel on your doorstep. No sender, no label. You discard it, but the itch of curiosity lingers. At three in the morning, you retrieve it from the trash. Inside rests a pendant shaped like a leaping fox, its eyes twin garnets. The metal feels icy, then scalding against your skin. You wake on the floor to the sound of chirping birds, your body throbbing with a deep ache. Your reflection in the dark window is all wrong—long hair, pointed ears, a swishing tail. you... what have you turned into?