Miya entered an unending slumber, perpetually descending into unknown depths. Fragmented memories danced within her mind, depicting scenes forever lost to time. A palace emerged in her thoughts, accompanied by a red moon, a foreboding castle, dark seas, and an endless night. She glimpsed a pair of red eyes and horns, along with a black and red dress. These fleeting images played out as fragments of her recollections resurfaced.
A dark world shrouded in shadows looms over a foreboding castle, a palace enshrouded in darkness. Beneath its bridges flow rivers of darkness. Seated upon her throne, the Queen of Darkness contemplates. Gazing out of the window, she reflects on her people and their circumstances before turning her thoughts to her beloved child, who sleeps peacefully in their crib.
"My queen," the guard announced as he walked into the throne room. "Yes, speak quickly. I do not have time for this," she responded. "Someone or something has been tampering with the gates. We might be facing an invasion, Lady Asami." Asami sighed and placed her hand on her face. "Tampering with the dimensional gates is a serious matter. Dispatch the royal guard immediately to inspect them. If we are to be invaded, I will defend my land with my power. Now go, I need to check on my child!" The guard nodded and promptly left.
Asami stood up from her throne and began to walk through the halls of her castle. She made her way to the room with the crib in it. Upon entering, she approached the crib and smiled as she looked down at her adorable little girl. "Mama loves you, little one," she said tenderly. In a dream, Miya witnessed these memories flash before her.
As if watching a video, she observed scenes unfolding in her mind, with hidden memories resurfacing. Long-lost memories emerged from the depths of her consciousness. Miya floated in endless darkness, questioning whether these memories were genuine.
She pondered whether she was merely dreaming, as none of what she observed—the castle and the dark world—made any logical sense to her. Despite this confusion, it all felt like a distant memory, something dormant and long forgotten.
Asami smiled and gently tickled her child in the crib, playing with her small hands and kissing her forehead. "My dear Yuzuki, one day you will become a goddess of the moon," Asami said with a smile, as she played with Yuzuki's hands, causing the child to giggle and smile at her mother. Asami smirked while picking up her baby and holding her closely. "One day, my little one, you will be a powerful goddess like your mother. You will be the queen of this kingdom, just as I am now, and you will rule with absolute power and authority."
“Lady Asami, we have encountered an issue,” the guard reported as he entered the room. Asami turned to face her guard. “What matter is so pressing that you must enter this room?” Asami inquired, fixing her gaze upon her royal guard, who swallowed nervously.
Another guard entered the room as he spoke. “Ma'am, we have intruders.” Asami, not looking pleased, turned back to the crib and carefully placed her baby inside, covering her with a blanket. She then waved to her guard, exited the nursery, and proceeded down the hall to meet with the other guards.
Marcus struggled to breathe as the darkness around her started to fade, replaced by a bright white light. Gradually waking from a deep sleep, she rubbed her eyes to clear away the grogginess. With blurred and cloudy vision, Marcus began to discern shapes and colors, noticing that something felt unusual. Her body seemed heavy, but not entirely.
She was accustomed to feeling somewhat different, but this time the sensation was entirely new. Marcus could not pinpoint it; he knew that he was inherently divided, yet now he felt whole and complete.
Marcus grabbed his chest trying to open his eyes, she tossed and turned trying to wake, she grabbed clothing that was on her body pulling at it tossing about and kicking her feet, nightmares filled her mind.
She stirs in bed, trying to wake up. She uses her hands to clear any residue from her eyes and gradually opens them.
Marcus, also known as Miya, opened her eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room. She stared at the ceiling, pondering whether the dream she had experienced was real, a fabrication, or perhaps even a memory. She noticed she was wearing a dress and stockings, signaling a transformation from male to female.
Trying not to panic, Marcus closed his eyes and began to breathe slowly in and out. He started to recall the last few hours: the portal, the cheetah woman, and the slime girl who had cuffed him. He remembered being hit by a magic spell. "Was it that?" he thought. "Did she use magic on me and turn me into this?" he pondered again as he looked around the room.
Marcus found himself puzzled about his current situation. He questioned why he was in a bedroom instead of a dungeon and sought to understand the reasons for this situation. She did not have any explanations. A dream came to her mind; she was uncertain whether it was just a dream or something more significant. If it were a memory, she was unsure how to use that information. She needed answers and believed that the best source of information would be within the castle.
Marcus sat up in the bed, pulling their knees up and adjusting the hem of the dress to get comfortable. They looked around the room, observing the lanterns, furniture, and a mirror on the far side. It wasn't long before someone knocked on the door, but Marcus remained seated, not responding to the knock.
Lyssa knocked again before opening the door and entering the room. She observed Miya, who was now awake and sitting on the bed with her knees drawn close to her chest. Miya's eyes shifted around the room, briefly meeting Lyssa's gaze before returning to the wall, remaining silent. Lyssa noted the unease in Miya's demeanor.
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"Miya, is everything alright? I know you must be in shock after everything that happened earlier," Lyssa said, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking Miya in the eyes, and placing her hand on Miya's shoulder to comfort her. Marcus looked back at Lyssa in astonishment upon hearing the name, realizing that it was neither his nor her name.
"My name is Marcus, not Miya. Why are you calling me by that name? And what have you done to me?" Marcus replied, appearing somewhat angry at Lyssa. Lyssa closed her eyes, sighed, then opened them again and gently petted Miya's face with her hand.
"We needed to correctly address your gender, so I used magic to restore you to your original state before any harm was inflicted," Lyssa explained while making eye contact with Miya. Miya responded with a stern look, "I'm referring to the implanted memories in my head. That is highly inappropriate—why did you do that? It was unnecessary!" Lyssa's expression turned serious as she replied, "Neither Sora nor I implanted any memories into you. If you are recalling things, well..."
Miya moved to the edge, feeling uncomfortable with the manner in which Lyssa was speaking to her. She pondered whether Lyssa, who shared the same name as her best friend from her world, was part of a setup since their first meeting. Miya spoke, “Perhaps I was born half and half; that is my origin. However, this does not justify changing my gender. Although I feel more aligned with myself now, it was unnecessary to go to such extremes. Are you my friend Lyssa from my original world? It seems like this was planned from the moment I met her. You even resemble her!”
Lyssa observed Miya's confusion in light of recent events. Her primary concern was whether someone had imprinted memories on Miya or if her long-lost memories were resurfacing. She questioned whether this was a result of the mana in her system being repaired or if there was a more significant underlying cause. These issues required prompt attention and could not be overlooked.
"I do not have a connection to your friend from your world. I am concerned about the memories you are experiencing. Were you aware of having mana? We have detected disruptions, and this might be responsible for your mixed state, leading to resurfaced memories or potentially implanted ones. However, we did not implant them. Could you describe your dreams so we can analyze them and understand their meanings and potential implications?" Lyssa replied.
Miya blinked in surprise as she realized she had mana. The idea that her mana could affect her gender was significant. Reflecting on her past, she recalled always feeling like something was missing. She was born with characteristics of both, genders which doctors had attributed to a mutation. Learning that her mana might have been damaged and that she was born female was both surprising and unsettling for her.
"I was unaware that I possessed mana; it was not a concept in my world, nor did I think it was possible. My father told me that I was born half-and-half. I never really knew my mother as my father said she had died giving birth to me. Reflecting on it now, I realize my father never liked me and would mistreat me whenever he had the opportunity."
Lyssa crawled over to Miya, wrapped her arms around her, and pulled her into a hug as she spoke. "You no longer need to worry about your father, Miya. Lady Sora has adopted you as her child, so you will not have to worry about going home. However, these dreams or memories you have mentioned concern me. Could you please tell me about the dream, dear?"
Miya felt a bit uncomfortable as Lyssa embraced her. Miya's dress turned slimy and began moving around her body. "What are you doing to me?" Miya exclaimed. Lyssa giggled and replied, "I am a slime girl; you will need to get used to this. You are alright. Now, please tell me about your dreams."
Miya mumbled, expressing her discomfort as the slimy substance moved around her body and into various places., Lyssa giggled and licked her lips, finding amusement in Miya's predicament., “Could you please stop? It feels really gross!" Miya implored, feeling repulsed by the sensation. Lyssa snickered and nodded her head, halting the movement of the slime, but unfortunately, her dress remained stained by the substance.
“The dream was quite strange, leaving me uncertain whether it was a recollection or a figment of my imagination. I am inclined to believe it was a dream, as I did not recognize any of the figures within it. The scene depicted a palace in a gloomy landscape, a red moon illuminating dark seas. A woman with red horns and black hair, whom I think was named Asami, seemed alarmingly real. Lyssa nodded as she ran her fingers over the slime on Miya's dress, prompting it to move again. Miya shook her head, expressing her disapproval of Lyssa's actions.
"Asami, the dark queen—how intriguing that you would know of her. I am convinced this was not merely a dream; it appears to be a genuine memory that has been forgotten. You might consider visiting the castle's library to conduct some research on the dark Kingdom."
“You’re quite the charming little one! I’ve placed a beautiful Lolita dress in the closet for you; you can slip into it before your trip to the library. The slime will linger on you for around 15 to 30 minutes before it vanishes. If you need to reach out to me or Lady Sora, we’ll be in the main hall of the castle, just to the right when you leave the library!” Miya glared at Lyssa as she disentangled herself from the slime on her.
Lyssa departed the room with a smirk and a wave, leaving Miya struggling on the bed, ensnared by the slime that enveloped her. Most of her body was covered, with her ankles tightly bound, preventing any attempt to escape. Miya let out a heavy sigh as she endeavored to free herself from the viscous substance. Her gaze drifted toward the closet, where a dress awaited her, and she longed to change into it, yet the slime's grip rendered her immobile.
After several minutes, the slime began to recede from Miya's body, gradually being absorbed into her skin and the crevices of her form. As she sat up on the bed, she felt a sense of liberation, albeit accompanied by a lingering disgust from the experience of being trapped in the slime. “I sincerely hope that I will not have to endure such an experience again, as it is exceedingly uncomfortable.”
Miya made her way to the closet and took down a dress from a hook, gently removing it from its hanger. The dress was indeed lovely. Yet, as she extracted the hanger, she discovered a dark purple bra and panties still affixed to it. Miya gazed at them with considerable distaste, observing the slime that oozed from the items, and felt an overwhelming unease about putting them on.
The bra and panties leaped from the hanger, adhering to Miya's body as if they were magnetically drawn to her skin. In a state of panic, Miya screamed and tugged at the panties in an attempt to remove them, but they clung stubbornly to her. The more she struggled, the tighter they seemed to grip her. Eventually, Miya sighed in resignation, ceasing her efforts to dislodge them, and proceeded to put on her stockings and the Lolita dress.
Miya appeared rather discontent as she stood before the mirror, observing her reflection. The sensation of the slimy material beneath her dress wriggled against her skin, evoking a sense of revulsion. As she gazed at her image, the viscous substance shifted around her form. With a sigh, she shook her head and turned to examine the dress she was wearing.
After slipping her feet into a pair of shoes, Miya exited her room and made her way to the library, eager to investigate the contents of her dream and, with any luck, discover the reality behind it.