The boy smiled at the singing and danced to it, his tail swirling around his petite body.
"Oh Dearest Vampire," The boy sung, his pre-pubescent voice was carried by the wind,
"Does your soul reflect your outside body?
Does your darkness within twinkle like the wonderful night sky?
I wish to see your beautiful soul but your walls are in the way.
If I had hurt your feelings, please tell me so I may apologize..!"
He swooped into the sky, no visible wings as he did not need them, his energy of accepting his core identity allowed him to levitate on command. He flew to the crescent moon, watching the forest down below, seeing a campfire and the forest creatures surrounding it, laughing and smiling without a care in the world.
The boy felt a sudden jolt of pain in his chest. He faltered mid-air, stabilized his position of levitation but it gave way again, his body fell to the forest floor...
Before he hit the ground, their body jerked awake in a bedroom, panting heavily and noticing their cheeks were wet with tears.
W-where am I? They asked, rubbing their cheeks and they shuffled in the bed, the linen and pillow cases was decorated with pink and purple flower circles. Their bedroom had a closet, bookcase, bedside table and storage containers underneath the bed. In one corner, there was a window with the curtains drawn. The child climbed out of bed to realize they did not have a body of a child, nor genderless. Their body was that of an overweight seemingly female adult. They felt their breasts moving freely under their clothes and it made their face drain of color. The breasts were too large, too wobbly for their liking. They were used to having a flat chest that could imitate a flat female's chest if there were small pockets of fat on the chest to grasp with their hands. They touched their lower body and they grimaced, they had genitals of a female, however a visible growth from testosterone could be noted.
They shifted to the window, opening the curtains to let the daylight in. They glanced out at the CIS-city and realized where they were. But why were they within this strange adult body...? Why did it feel so similar...? Did they live somewhere else, look completely different before they found themselves within the forest...?
The adult looked through their clothing in their closet, there were mostly masculine attire. Glancing down at their body, they silently understood why the closet did not have any female-orientated clothing. Nonetheless, the adult picked out a neon grunge-style muscle tank, a pair of starry knee high canvas boots tossed onto the bed and pulled out one of the storage containers from under their bed... somehow, they felt like they had done all this before. It was second nature. The container held female clothing, ranging from leggings, stockings, skirts, tutus, panties, swimsuits and an assortment of frilly lingerie. The adult pulled out a pair of cute striped panties, a black pleated skirt and galaxy leggings to go with their boots.
They stripped off their pajamas and looked at their naked reflection in the closet mirror, blinking as they remembered vivid flashes of their Mirror of Truth. Tears prickled their eyes and they wiped their tears away, not daring to let them fall. With a renewed sense of will, they took a quick shower to freshen up and dried their hair off. They pulled a binder over their head, making sure their breasts were flattened. It wasn't the best flat appearance but it was much better than the alternative of wearing no binder. The adult pulled on the neon muscle tank, slipped each leg into the striped panties, pulling them on. They pulled the galaxy leggings on, running their hands over their legs, relieved that they shaved their legs as they noted they could not feel coarse hairs sticking out through the fabric. That was the one of their many categorized icky feelings.
They looked at their knee-high canvas boots laying on their bed, the fabric of it decorated with stars. They smiled widely and pulled them on, doing the laces up as they hummed to themselves gently.
The adult looked at their reflection the closet mirror and brushed their towel-dried hair. They frowned, their hair was a bit too short and was in the early stages of growing out to their chin. They pulled a chin-length wig out, tugging it onto their head and brushed the wig's hair so it looked presentable. They placed a few hair-pins to ensure the wig stayed on firmly and kept any loose locks out of their eyes.
Now, was the make-up. A bit of primer, foundation, concealer to cover the dark circles under their eyes, a bit of eyebrow pencil, some brown eyeliner and mascara. Last but not least, a nude lipstick was applied. They smacked their lips together and smiled at their reflection. They gently cleared their throat and began voice training exercises as a warm-up, their voice had deepened from testosterone and needed to be gender neutral for their own comfort. After the warm-up, the adult felt confident enough with their voice and headed out to leave their house, into the giant CIS-city.
They needed to make their way to the forest, it would be long journey but it will be worth it, as they would learning many new lessons along the way.
