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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Erotica · #2181760

Costumes are looking for a body to possessed, transform or corrupt.

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Chapter #8

Something else

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Unfortunately for Amy, the worst trait of her victim had been the woman's immense vanity. She had been a vain and preening woman who had been perpetually envious of the beauty of others even as she belittled them, believing herself to be perfection. Losing this trait would make this woman a much better person and her family and friends would much appreciate the change in her personality for years to come.

Amy, on the other hand, was now looking at her reflection in the window with a barely concealed lustful passion burning in her eyes. She didn't know how her rear had changed, but it only made sense that it had became so utterly perfect. Obviously, it had been perfect before, she told herself, but now, it was even more perfect. Just like the rest of her. Her hungry eyes roved across her reflection, taking in, and revelling even, as she saw herself as perfect.

With a wistful sigh, she looked away from her reflection, and made her way home. She had to get ready for the party. She would be the main attraction there, after all.

She reached home and went to her bedroom to get changed and complete her costume. She looked down at the gemstone ring she was wearing, with its red and black colouring, the only costume that made sense to Amy was a Gothic witch. Or maybe a demon? Something with lots of black and red to match anyway.

She turned on her computer and sat down to search for costume template ideas. As she scrolled through the pages of images, she found herself scoffing at the (to her eyes) plain looking girls decked out in trashy looking clothing. They all looked malnourished, or too pale, or too try-hard. Every girl, every woman, every last one of them had some flaw that made Amy sneer.

Until she found one picture. It looked professionally done. In the picture, there was a young, thin woman sat cross legged on a stool in front of a dark forest. She was an innocent looking goth girl with an olive complexion and a warm smile. She was wearing all the usual goth attire, plenty of black lace and brocade, with red and blue ribbons running through her long, silky looking black hair. She looked to be in her early twenties, with no wrinkles or worry lines yet to appear. She looked incredibly friendly and relaxed.

Amy looked at herself in the mirror in her room. She was so plain compared to this girl. So pasty. So frumpy. How could this woman be better looking than she was, if she, Amy, was perfect? She stood up, furious. She stomped over to her bookshelf and swiped everything off the shelf. She knocked her TV over and ripped up her bed-sheets. She didn't scream, or make any noise however. Because if she did that, then someone would know, and think less of her for her tantrum. She stalked back over to the PC and highlighted the image of the girl, angrily looking for a name to hate, but the image title was just "forest girl" and the website was a dead-link.

Amy spat at the computer screen and that's when, for the second time today, the ring on her finger started glowing red. The magic, it seemed, could work even over the internet. Thousands of miles away, the Gothic looking girl, whose name was Eleanor, but went by Ella, was idly thumbing through a music magazine at a convenience store. She looked over at the clerk who was talking to another customer. Ella smiled as, with eyes still on the clerk, she stuffed the magazine into the pouch beneath her skirt, where it came to rest across other items already hidden, which included hair clips, a bottle of vodka, and some Amazon gift cards. The clerk hadn't so much as glanced at her. Her innocent smile widened and she walked over to the clerk.

The clerk turned away from the customer he was chatting to, clearly a regular.

'What can I get you?' He smiled at the beauty.

'Just a pack of marlboro reds, please.' She smiled.

'A pretty thing like you shouldn't smoke,' the clerk said in a light voice.

Ella laughed, a soft, well practised laugh.

'Oh, I don't,' she waved her hand. 'They're for my boyfriend.' Her brown eyes twinkled as she saw the man's shoulders slump at the mention of a boyfriend.

'So, they'll be 10.50, miss,' the light tone was gone from the clerk's voice. Ella almost burst out laughing, but instead handed over 15 dollars.

'Don't worry about the change, put it in the box,' she said, pointing at the charity box next to the cash register.

'Are you sure, miss?' The clerk asked, raising his eyebrows.

'Yeah, they need it more than I do, right? And besides,' she leaned in close to the clerk. 'It's my boyfriend's money anyway. He wants the change, he can go the shops himself, yeah?'

Then she leaned back and smiled again and the clerk laughed. He was still chuckling as Ella left the store and walked to her car parked around the corner. She opened the backdoor of the car, pulled the pouch out from beneath her skirt and threw it on the back seat. She slammed the door and then opened the front and sat in the drivers seat. She turned the engine on and put the car in idle. She took out the pack of cigarettes, unwrapped the cellophane, and put one in her mouth. She lit up and blew out a stream of smoke as she put the car into gear. As she drove past the store, she saw the clerk running out of the store. She waved through the window and blew a smoky kiss to the clerk who raised his fist angrily at her whilst yelling 'thief!'

Ella smiled to herself as she sped away from the store but then something like a wave of vertigo washed over her and she lost control of the car for a moment. The car swayed from side to side as she struggled to regain control. Luckily, there were no other cars about, and she managed to pull the car over gently. She breathed heavily. Something felt wrong, she told herself. She stepped out of the car to inspect herself. Something was wrong, she told herself again. An image flashed through her head of a laughing gargoyle looking creature and a red light. Something was wrong.
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