(Male to Female / Female to monster)

It was a dark and cold Halloween Night. A couple Vlad Dalca a tall pale boy with jet black hair wearing a black dress shirt and black jeans, and Alivia Dragmazoth a short girl with black hair wearing a black sleeveless sweater, short skirt with a spiderweb design, and black pantyhose.

The two left their school’s Halloween party early after getting bored and wanting to celebrate both of their eighteenth birthdays in a more personal way. The two of them both share the same birthday exactly at midnight on Halloween night. They found it a funny coincidence. Lit by the moonlight the two walk through the night talking about random things, until Vlad clutches his stomach and falls to his knees.

“Vlad!” Alivia says as she rushes over to him, “Are you ok!”

He gets back to his feet clutching his stomach, “Yeah, my stomach just feels strange.”

Alivia wipes sweat from her brow feeling a sudden heat in her body, “You look paler than normal, are you sure that you are ok?”

“Alivia you look hot, and not your usual hot!” Vlad says, noticing all of her sweat.

“Now that you mention it, I do feel strangely warm,” Alivia says, wiping away sweat.

“Someone must have spiked the punch. You can lay down at my house,” Vlad says, concerned for his girlfriend.

“My house is closer, we should go there instead,” Alivia says in response.

“Are you sure, I thought you said that your parents didn’t like having guests over?” Vlad asks.

“It’s fine, they are going to be gone all night, can we hurry please I don’t feel good,” Alivia says feeling like she is going to burn up.

Vlad nods, and says “I don’t think that I ever met your parents?”

“I never met your other mom,” Alivia says in response.

Vlad’s mom lived in Romania and he lives in the United States with his aunt due to their work. One of his mothers, Noel, would occasionally come and visit him and her sister, while Daria, his other mom, would only visit on holidays alongside Noel. Strangely her looked like them, but his aunt would always avoid his questions about if he was adopted or if he had a father.

The two walked through the night until they reached a large Victorian style mansion on the edge of town. The mansion looked more like it was out of a horror movie than anything that would be in the town they lived in. Vlad followed Alivia up the uneven stone path and up and flight of stairs that creaked with each step to a large set of doors.

“So this is my house,” Alivia said with a sigh.

“I didn’t expect you to live in a house like this!” Vlad says surprised but a sweet and kind girl like Alivia lived in what looked to be the haunted house from some horror movie.

“Yeah, I know. My parents are a bit extrinsic. I told them that they should clean up the place, but no.” She says annoyed. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a large old black key and unlocks the doors with it. Vlad has seen the key before and always wondered why she carried out around with her, but he never expected it to be her house key. She opens the door leading to a large grand entrance. Vlad follows her in as she flicks on the light switch, he is a bit surprised that the house had one but didn’t say anything knowing that it would embarrass her even more.

 At the top of a large staircase in the center of the room is a large painting. Alivia stands in the center in a black and red frilly Victorian dress while standing beside her is a large muscular intimidating man in a suit and on the other side is an intimidating woman in a form-fitting red dress. Vlad assumed that they were her parents. She did look like them but after knowing her for as long as he has he could never imagine her belonging to such a cold-looking family.

“Come on let’s go to my room,” Alivia says grabbing Vlad’s hand. Her hand was hot as if it was on fire. But Vlad felt a chill in his body that has been growing since the two decides to go to Alivia’s house and it canceled out the heat. She leads him up the stairs and down a long hallway to a door. On the other side of the door was what looked like a master bedroom, it was covered in pink and has a notable cutesy aesthetic. It was a stark contrast compared to the rest of the gloomy house. Alivia locks the door behind them and walks over to the bed and sits down wiping her sweat off. Vlad sits next to him shivering a bit.

“You look cold, are you sure that you’re ok?” she asks.

“I’m fine, you are sweating a lot are you ok?” he asks back.

“A little hot and lightheaded but I’m fine,” she responds. She did not feel fine, her entire body felt like it was going to burst into flames any second, and it felt good for some reason. She couldn’t explain why but the feeling growing inside of her body turned her on, she could barely focus, and her glaze kept moving to the growing bulge in Vlad’s pants. Vlad was also lying, as his body felt as cold as ice. But it too felt good, his penis was erect harder than it has ever been, and could not understand why.

DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG,DONG!

The sound of an old grandfather clock striking twelve rang out throughout the house.

“Happy Birthday,” the two say in unison. They laugh after realizing that they said it in unison.

“I didn’t expect that I would be spending our birthdays in your room,” Vlad says with a smirk.

“Well the two of us are alone and my parents won’t be back until tomorrow morning,” Alivia says with a pant. She stands up and steps in front of Vlad. She leans down putting her perky breasts in his face, “Why don’t we open up our presents?” she asks in a sultry voice while running her finger across the bulge in Vlads pants.

“Alivia what has gotten into you?” Vlad asks. Although he is turned on and wants to accept he worries about her sudden personality shift. Alivia has never been this, she would never just ask to have sex out of nowhere like this. But why does this feel so right? He thinks to himself.

“Come on let’s make this night special,” she says in her new sultry voice but with a playful tone that Vlad was used to.

“Wait on-,” Vlad says as his voice cracks. “One second!?” he finishes but his voice sounds a lot softer and feminine, “What’s wrong with my voice!?” he says, clutching his throat.

“Let’s worry about that latah dahling,” Alivia says in a new fancy tongue, “Why don’t we just AHGGGGG!!!” she says as she loses balance and falls forward on top of Vlad. She quickly picks herself back up and says, “Pardon me, dear, I don’t know what came over me…” She pauses. “What the devil is wrong with one's voice, one sound fancy some well-spoken woman.” She stumbles in place once again then says, Oneself one bears to the bathroom.

“Waiteth!” Vlad says as Alivia clumsily runs to a door in the room that leads to the bathroom. Vlad covered his mouth as a girly squeal came out of it. “Mineth owneth voice! What is happening?” Vlad’s voice sounded like an Shakespearean woman flowing out of his mouth like silk. Alivia slammed the door and locked it leaving Vlad alone in her room. Vlad sat on the bed for a few minutes waiting for Alivia to come out. He kept his mouth shut out of fear of hearing the beautiful woman’s voice instead of his.

“Aghhhhhhh!” A loud painful grunt comes for the bathroom.

“Alivia! Art thee tis fine!?” he shouts out panicked.

“I’m fine…” she grunts. “Just please don’t open the door,” she grunts back.

“That’s it I’m coming in,” Vlad says, jumping off the bed and walking towards the bathroom where his girlfriend is painfully gurning. As he walks the room seems to be bigger around him. Then suddenly the floor starts to rapidly approach his face. Vlad falls face-first on the hardwood floor. He looks back and sees that he must have tripped on his pants leg. He stands back up and his pants and under where they fall down reveal his smooth unnaturally pale legs. He runs his hand down his smooth leg, all body hair or blemishes have vanished. “What hath happened to mine own forks, they’re so soft?” he says to himself. He picks up his pants and underwear from around his legs and tries to pull them up. They are too big and slip right back down, he pickles them up and holds them up as he walks towards the door. “I couldst has't sw'rn mine own gaskins fiteth. What is happening to us?” Once he gets to the door it bursts open causing him to drop his pants again.

Alivia stands in the doorway a good six inches taller than before. “Vlad something weird is happening to oneself.” Vlad looks down and sees where Alivia’s feet are supposed to be are a pair of goat-like black cloven hooves. “Enacted thee obtain smaller happens to be such a thing exclusively oneself?”

“Waiteth, I’m sh'rt!” Vlad exclaims realizing that he lost about a foot’s worth of height.

“Well, at least thee don’t bears hooves,” Alivia says clacking them against the wooden floor, “It’s like high heels but worse.”

“Let’s calleth someone at the party and seeth if 't be true the same thing is happening th're,” Vlad suggests. Alivia chuckles. “What’s so comical?” Vlad asks embarrassed.

“Thy, thee admires a Shakespearean!” Alivia laughs.

“At least I’m not a goat wench,” Vlad says annoyed, “Cometh on let’s calleth someone,”

Alivia clops past him and says, “I’ll enact thee, thee find out what in goodness' name happens to us.”

“Wherefore can’t I calleth people too?” Vlad asks frustrated.

“One doesn’t assumes thy is aware of a Shakespearean shorty,” Alivia says teasingly.

“Fine, but thee bett'r not bid anyone about mine own voice,” Vlad demands.

“If it so happens that thee don’t oneself a goat wench,” Alivia says pulling out her phone, “Thee happen to be able to one's computer if it so happens that thee wish.”

Alivia lays on her bed calling her friends to find out if they are sharing the same or similar fates as she and Vladare, while Vlad searches the web to find out any way to reverse it. The two spend about thirty minutes searching and both have no luck. While Vlad is searching the web he feels his paints tighten, and his body lifts off the seat. The tightness around his tights, butt, and crotch becomes too much to bear distracting him from his work. Then suddenly a tear rings out in the room. Vlad looks down and the side of his pants split open revealing a pale white flesh sticking out. Vlad falls out of his chair landing on his inflated ass.

“Vlad art thee ok? One's God!” Alivia exclaims seeing Vlad’s inflated legs.

“Alivia thy forks!” Vlad exclaims after seeing Alivia’s legs. Shiny black fur ran up them like long fuzzy socks.

“What’s wrong with one's legs…” Alivia says looking down. Her eyes go wide after she realizes that her legs are covered in fur. “My God!”

“How didst thee not raiseth yond bef're,” Vlad asks with a grunt as the tightness of his pants has grown from uncomfortable to unbearable.

“One has been focusing within the higher vicinity of one's phone, and yet they enacted a  warmth,” Alivia says, feeling her furry legs, “One assumes one's butt happens to be bigger.”

Vlad yelps as a tear between his butt crack forms. “Too tight!” He yells as he tries to get off his pants, but they are caught on his massive butt.

Alivia clops around Vlad looking at his new curvy lower body watching more tears in his pants break open. The unsteadiness of her hooves is gone as if she has been walking on them for her entire life. “Thee’s legs admires a filly.”

“Not helping!” Vlad shoots back. Alivia grabs part of his pants and helps him pull them down. After removing the torn pants from his but the two look at Vlad’s change in the mirror. His legs were slender and fat in all of the right areas and his butt was massive giving his lower body a heart-shaped figure. His thick thighs squished his penis between them when he brought his legs together. And his penis was almost double its original length reaching down his thighs halfway. Every time his penis was squeezed between his legs it felt better than it has ever felt before. “What hath happened to me! Mine own forks behold liketh a girl’s” He accidentally smashes his penis between his fat thighs again causing him to shutter. “God, wherefore is't so big and comptible.”

Alivia slaps him on his ass causing it to jiggle and him to squeal. “One would to bears legs admires that, or feet.”

“Stand ho t, this is s'rious!” Vlad shouts.

“Thee found a way to turn ourselves, thee bears to obtain to such a thing,” Alivia shrugs.

“What doth thee cullionly!?” Vlad asks in a panic.

“One to exist as the one’s changing,” she responds, “So enacted thee regarding via what manner to change.”

“Nay all I hath found wast dead ends,” Vlad says sadly.

“Well admires thy preceeding to bears sexy legs for a while,” Alivia says patting him on the head.

“Thou art enjoying this aren’t thee?” Vlad says, pushing her hand off and crossing his arms.

“Maybe. Such a thing feels correct, and, to boot, one is aware of thy feelings.” Alivia says walking to her closet clicking her hooves against the hardwood.

“Nay, t doth feel weird!” Vlad says flustered.

“Come on thy too obvious. Let’s obtain thee a skirt.” Alivia says digging through her walk-in closet.

“Nay. I’m wearing a skirt!” Vlad says, stomping his small delicate feet.

“I’m not letting thee destroy one's pants. So skirt or nothing.”

“Fine…” Vlad says pouting.

After a bit of digging Alivia pulls out an orange leather pencil skirt with a black bat pattern along the side. “What does thee think?”

“Is th're aught less f'rm fitting?” Vlad asks embarrassingly.

“This said entity happens to be the longest skirt one bears so if thee wish thy penis hanging out, then no.”

“Fine…” Vlad sighs. Alivia pulls out a pair of black nylon pantyhose with a devious smile on her face. “Fine!” Vlad embarrassingly exclaims.

“While thee change one’s preceeding to make popcorn,” Alivia says handing the clothing to Vlad.

“Popcorn?” he asks.

“One art preceeding to exist as where one stands the entirety all night, so for what reason, not a movie,” she says as she leaves the room with the clops of her hooves following her down the hall.

Vlad puts the clothing on the bed and stares at them. Is he seriously going to wear a skirt and pantyhose? No, he is a man. But Alivia is right if he tried on any of her pants he would burst right through them. He looks down at his pale white legs and sighs. He picks up the black pantyhose and slides them up his slender legs and past his massive rear. The form-fitting nylon felt pleasurable as it slid past his sensitive legs and privets. It was a little tight in his crotch but much better than his pants. He grabbed the orange skirt and pulled it around her waist, it barely fit over his inflated butt. The orange skirt tightly clung to his feminine tights reaching down just above his knees. There was a bulge where his crotch was but it couldn’t be helped due to its new size. He walked over to a large mirror in the room and looked at himself. From the waist down he was a thick pale girl with a massive penis. If his legs belonged to a woman he would ask her out on the spot, but they were his. It seemed awkward but it felt kinda right like Alivia said. Maybe it was because of his more drastic feminine charge, but his new curves were growing on him. He posed some more, showing off more of his curves to himself.

“Enjoying thy self Vlady?” a voice says from the doorway. Vlad jumps falling backward in shock landing on his cushioned butt. He looks up and sees Alivia standing in the doorway with a black skinny tail with a curved point at the end swaying behind her.

“Don’t gallow me liketh yond thee demon!” Vlad says trying to regain his composer.

“One might actually be turning into one,” she says stroking her new tail.

“Thou art starting to becometh one in m're than just compliment externs!” Vlad says with an angry pout.

“And, to boot, thee art becoming girly dear,” Alivia says, slapping Vlad on his ass with her tail.

“Stand ho yond!” He angrily exclaims.

“Thee played accompanied by one's rear and, to boot, given thy’s turn.” She said with a devilish smile. She sprawled out on her bed and grabbed a remote and turned on the tv. She patted the spot next to her and said, “What are thee waiting for dear.” Vlad reluctantly lays next to her a bit sacred by her new domineering nature. Her tail wraps around his waist tightly hugging him affectionately, he smiles knowing that she may be acting differently she was still the same person inside. “Thee rather satisfactory within that skirt, dear,” she says with a tender smile that made Vlad feel warm inside.

The two sat laid on the bed together watching their favorite horror movie. Their bodies both change as they watch. The paleness grew on Vlad spreading up his body removing fat and muscle mass as it spreads higher and higher. His chest looked like a skinny female model’s minus the breasts. Alivia’s chest was going through a similar change but not as drastic.

Suddenly Vlad’s nipples felt strange; they were oddly sensitive, just them brushing against his shirt aroused them. His chest felt like it was burning. His face went red he looked over and saw that Alivia must have been having a similar feeling. The two jolt backward moaning as the burning in their chest overtakes them. Vlad watches as his shirt starts to raise moaning as it does. He hears Alivia moan and looks at her already perky c cups start to rise even more threatening to tear open her sweater. Eventually, the two’s growth stops. They pause the movie and rush over to the mirror, their massive breasts jiggling with each step. Vlad unbuttoned his shirt before it could burst and threw it on the bed. His massive breasts had to be at least a double G. He poked one of the massive white orbs on his chest, it jiggled as his finger sank into the fat. He expected them to weigh him down and break his back but for some reason, it was like they were weightless. He looked over at Alivia who seemed to be in pain. Now I cup breasts strained against her sweater. But suddenly her sweater and bra burst to let her inflated breasts fly out.

“Finally thou art free…” she sighs. Her massive breasts jiggle with even the slightest movement. Vlad watches hypnotized by their sway. “Admires what thee watches,” she says shoving her breasts into Vlads face. “Thee bears impressive bust as well,” she says giving Vlad’s breast a poke.

“God doest this feeleth weird, how can girls walketh abound with these did stick to those folk,” he says fondling his new breasts.

“One art luck that breasts don’t weigh,” she says looking over her inflated breasts that take up most of her chest. As she looks over her body she notices that her skin has a reddish tint to it. “Have one always been this red?”

“At least I’m not the only p'rson who is't is changing col'r,” Vlad says with a sigh causing her breasts to jiggle slapping together causing him to squeal, “I shall nev'r receiveth hath used to yond.”

“Be right back!” Alivia shouts as she runs out of the room her breasts jiggling with each step.

Vlad goes to say something but stops noticing the paleness spreading across his arms. As it spreads he losses his muscle mass and his arms become slender and dainty. His hands become soft and his nails grew longer. He looked into the mirror, from his neck down he looked like the most beautiful and curvy woman he had ever seen (besides the one that ran out of the room). He smiled as for some reason it felt right as if he was supposed to look like this. He pushes out his chest getting a better look at his new breasts. The clopping of hooves draws his attention to the door.

“Thou art back!” Alivia exclaims holding a pile of clothing in her hands. She places the pile on the bed and hands a black lacy bra and a black sweater with a bat keyhole to Vlad. “These should fit thee.” Alivia helps Vlad put on the bra. And he slips on the sweater. It was a bit tight in the chest, but it was nice tightness. “Art of one's mom’s clothing and, to boot, she happens to be regarding thy size.”

Vlad looks at himself in the mirror and smiles. If he ever met a girl with the body that he has now he would ask her out on the spot. “Those gents fiteth p'rfectly.”

“Wonderful dear!” Alivia picked up a red dress shirt and black dress pants.

“How cometh thou art dressing me up liketh a wench and thee receiveth to dresseth liketh a sir?” Vlad asks with an annoyed pout.

“One's father’s clothing fit’s oneself given, and, to boot, one admires a matching outfit,” she says, slipping into her closet.

Vlad feels a tingling in his hair. He runs his soft hands through it, it feels silky smooth. He turns back to the mirror and his mouth opens wide with shock. His facial structure has softened making him look like a woman and his ears extended and became pointy. He watches as his silky smooth raven hair flows down his head and past his shoulders till it reaches just above his butt. His lips puff up and his other features grow softer and more feminine. He was a girl, besides the manhood between his legs. She was beautiful, she smiled, running her hand through her new hair. This felt right as if she was always meant to look like this.

A pain shoots through her eyes. She closed them tightly until the pain went away. She opened the and in place of her dark brown eyes were glowing crimson red eyes. Her teeth felt tingly so she opened her mouth to see. Her upper canine teeth grow longer and pointier, becoming sharp fangs. She looked in the mirror but instead of the sexy gothic girl, there was just a floating set of clothes. She finally realized what she was turning into, a sexy vampire girl.

“Darling, Art thee ready?” a voice comes from the closet.

“Yes!” she quickly exclaims reddy to see her demoness girlfriend.

The door flies open and Alivia steps out. The black pants cling to her curves tightly stopping low enough to get a good look at her hooves, a belt clings tightly around her thin waist, the red dress shirt clings around her massive breasts she left the top buttons unbuttoned to show off. But what caught Vlad’s eyes were two pairs of demonic wings coming out of her shoulders, black goat horns coming out of the side of her head, glowing red eyes surrounded by a void of darkness, red streaks flowing through her lengthened hair, and her red skin.

“My God, thou art so cute!” she squeals, scooping up the vampire girl in her arms, hugging her tightly. Vlad smiled knowing that despite her changes Alivia was still the same person, just a little more domineering.

“I can’t breath,” Vlad says, her voice muffled from being crushed by Alivia’s massive breasts.

“Pardon one via forgot what manner of one's breasts were,” she says pulling back and nervously scratching her head.

“How can thee f'rget about those folk, I hadst those folk f'r only ten minutes and I can’t stand ho bethinking about those folk?” Vlad says annoyed.

“Thee exist as a sexy girl, and yet thy still Vlad,” she says with a smile. “Thee art a girl?”

“Not just any wench, I’m a vampire!” She proudly exclaims flashing her fangs.

“Thou art so adorable,” Alivia squeals then flashes her new sharpened demonic teeth. “Given its makeup hour,” she exclaims, dragging Vlad to a table with a mirror.

“Waiteth, I’m not putting on makeup!” she protests as Alivia sits her down in a chair.

“Thy a girl and, to boot, thou wishes to endeavour to thee observes, does thou not,” she says pulling a tube of black lipstick from a draw.

 “Fine, if 't be true thee bethink 'twill maketh me behold m're quite quaint!” she embarrassingly says.

“One has been mistaken, though has changed,” Alivia examined her subject.

“What doth thee cullionly I has't hath changed?” Vlad fearfully asks.

“Thee art passive now looks like thy is going to be the one wearing the pants from henceforth,” she playfully says as she applies the black lipstick to Vlad’s puffy lips, black eye shadow, and black blush finishing her gothic look.

Vlad admires herself in the mirror and just sees the makeup floating in the air. “ f'rgot, I don’t has't a reflection anym're. How doth I behold?”

“Thee observes lovely, dear,” Alivia says cheerfully, happily admiring her work. “Now get thy big butt out thou’s the way.” Vlad moves out of the way letting Alivia put on a dark shade of red lipstick, with matching eyeshadow and blush.

“Thee behold quite quaint Alivia,” Vlad says looking at the red demoness in front of her. Her penis created a noticeable bulge against her skirt.

“And, to boot, thee observes to dear,” she says as she walks over to Vlad, “If it so happens that one happen to be able to turn back, one don’t one wish to.  This said entity feels right.” She says flanking Vlad.

“I won’t wanteth to changeth backeth eith'r, mine own loveth,” Vlad says. “Anon thee w're talking about opening our presents earli'r?” she asks locking her eyes with Alivia’s breasts.

“Thou thought Thee would never ask!” Alivia asks, trying to hide her excitement to keep up her domineering appearance. She pushes Vlad down on top of the bed, pinning her down. “It seems thou have been waiting for this moment all night as well,” she says rubbing Vlad’s bugle with her tail.

“Something toldeth me to saveth t f'r this moment” Vlad smiles.

The two draw close for a kiss, but Vlad’s mouth instinctively moves for the demon’s neck, biting down. Alivia gasps, not out of pain but more out of surprise. Vlad starts sucking, Alivia feels her tainted blood flow out of the puncture marks in her neck, it feels orgasmic. She starts moaning as her blood is drained. She decides that it’s only fair that Vlad shares in her pleasure and starts to dry hump him. The two continued on for what had to be an hour before the pleasure was too much for them. Vlad lets go of her love's neck and the two moan in unison as well as relieving themselves.

After they regain their composure Vlad looks at Alivia’s bloody neck. “Ok, god! I did bite thee! Art thee tis fine loveth!” she says in a panic.

“Oh this,” she says, shrugging off her neck wound that is gushing blood. The holes in her neck heal instantly, “It’s going to take a lot more than a bite to take down a demon-like oneself.” She lowers her neck to her pined lover, “Wish to clean thy plate, dear?”

“Gladly,” Vlad says before licking up the remaining blood.

“So what do thou taste like, dear?” Alivia asks as Vlad licks her neck clean.

“Surprisingly sweet,” Vlad says, licking her lips.

“Given one can’t wait to taste thee, dear,” Alivia says, licking her lips and rubbing Vlad’s still erect penis.

“I can feedeth thee all night, love,” Vlad coos.

“For what reason don’t one obtain?” she coos back.

SLAM

The two freeze.

“One's parents art home!” Alivia says leaping off Vlad. “Climb out the window and rin, to boot, one's father wishes to kill thee if it so happens that he finds one accompanied by a man.” She says fixing her hair and heading toward the door.

“I’m a wench, anon,” Vlad responds, “And what about thee, thou art a demon anon?

“It’s Halloween, and one happen to be able to use boots to cover one's hooves. One happen to be able to figure something out tomorrow.”

“Alivia I don’t bethink I can fiteth through the window, and thee may beest able to daw thy parents, but I wast a guy lasteth timeth I did see mine own aunt, and I doubteth I can wend out during the day!” Vlad says panicking.

“Alivia! Get down here now! And bring your friend!” a loud booming voice yells out.

“Shit!” The two say in unison.

“Ok, thy a friend, whose parents were out so thee accompanied by oneself here,” Alivia explains.

“Aye, calleth me Maeve,” Vlad agrees.

“Maeve?” Alivia questions.

“T just doth feel natural, lets wend bef're thy parents receiveth coequal madd'r, she says.

“One admires Maeve, plus thy name don’t fit thee,” Alivia says with a smile.

The two make their way downstairs bracing themselves for Alivia’s parents yelling at the two. At the bottom of the stairs, the imposing figures of her parents stand there angrily. Their faces shift from anger to shock as they see their daughter and her friend. They slowly descend the stairs until they are directly in front of them. They loom over the two, their presence burning down on them.

“What in goodness' name happed to thee?!” Alivia’s mom asks in surprise.

“After the party, oneself and Maeve felt sick so thou decided to rest here until thou felt better,” she fearfully explains.

“Enough of your lies daughter!” her father booms.

“Via what manner of time bears thee admires this said entity?” her mom asks.

“What in goodness' name enact thee?” she asks back.

“It’s easier if we show you,” her father says.

Alivia’s mom waves her finger creating a circle with a pentagram below her and her husband. A hellish red light consumes them. As the light fades two demons similar to Alivia stand in front of her one male and one female.

“The two of thou art demons,” her mom explains.

“You were born human, so to avoid confusion we hide our true forms from you,” her father explains.

“Such a thing admires thy eighteen birthday bears triggered thy true nature,” her mom adds.

“One don’t understand, thee were demons the entire time?” she asks.

“And now you're one of us,” her father adds.

The three embrace in a tight hug.

“S'rry to rid the moment, but if 't be true Alivia wast meanteth to beest a demon then what hath happened to me?” Maeve asks curiously trying to figure out where she fits into everything.

“And, to boot, happens to be she?” Alivia’s mom asks.

“Rember Vlad, one's boyfriend?” she asks. Both of her parents nod. “He happens to be a cute vampire girl.”

“Dalca son?” her mom asks.

“Yes,” Maeve replies.

“Hestia, thy spawn happens to be here!” Alivia’s mom shouts out.

A tall and curvy woman with pale white skin and shiny silver hair walks into the room. She wears a three-piece Victorian suit that clings tightly to her body. Her crimson eyes glare into Maeve’s. “So thee finally hath decided to truly joineth the family,” she says coldly.

“Mother!” Maeve says in a surprised panic.

Another woman follows her, a short pale skin woman with flowing black hair and large breasts. Her large frilly black and red dress flows behind her as she dashes into the room at inhuman speeds. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” she squeals, “You're so cute!”

“What art thou two doing h're!” Maeve stammers still trying to process everything, “And what art thee two wearing and wherefore art thou so whey-face, and wherefore thy hair white?”

“Looks liketh our foolish offspring hasn’t figur'd t out yet,” Maeve’s mom Hestia scowls.

“Come on, we never told him… er, her,” his other mom Noel says to her wife, “So, of course, she wouldn’t know.”

“We art vampires,” Hestia says with an icy cold tone.

“Yeah, we thought it would be weird for you to live with our vampiric lifestyle, and you were born human, so we didn’t know if you were even going to become one. So we wanted to wait for your eighteenth birthdate to tell you and it looks like you found out on your own!” Noel explains excitedly.

“Yond explains wherefore thee two only visit'd late at night, and I’m guessing thee hath used makeup to behold human,” Maeve says putting the pieces together.

“Thou art c'rrect mine own issue, and thee has't did turn out to beest a fin'r specimen than I couldst ev'r imagineth,” Hestia says walking around her new daughter examining her.

“Grant you mercy, mother, but wherefore am I a wench, and who is't is mine own father?” Maeve asks, deciding that it’s as good of a time as any to ask.

“Most vampires art female, as men art so easily lur'd in by our compliment extern,” Hestia says with a devilish grin. Her smile fades to a frown as she says “But alas the prey who is't escapeth p'rtray'd us as mostly male to protecteth their ego.” She kisses her wife on the lips and says, “And noel h're is thy fath'r.”

“Yep until about thirty years ago I was male,” she says with an embarrassed smile, “but I still kept my male parts just like you,” She says pointing at her daughter’s bulge.

“Thee two has't some explaining to doth!” Maeve demands.

“V'ry well daught'r, let’s sitteth down and we shall bid thee the entire st'ry,” Hestia says turning away and walking into another room.

“One would love to hear this story has been well,” Alivia’s mom says with a grin.

“One would admire explanation from thee as well!” Alivia demands stomping one of her hooves breaking through the boot hiding them.

“He, she deserves one, right Irgrinid,” her dad remarks.

“Art thee sure she hear such a thing, dear?” Irgrinid coos rubbing up against her husband.

“One don’t care one wish to is aware!” Alivia demands.

“Bring out the wine Hestia, thy contained within for a treat!” Irgrinid shouts after her.

(One graphic story later…)

“And, that happens to be via what manner one meet thy father,” Irgrinid says finishing her story.

Alivia sat between her parents and had an embarrassed look on her face. She was somehow not fazed by the graphic and intimate nature of the story of her love, but more embarrassed about the fact they told the story to others.

“Ah, so Dalgoreth was a human to was dared to spend the night in your manor, but you made him spend two years as your sex slave until you fell in love and married!” Noel exclaims like a child talking about their favorite topic.

“Yep, one wishes to embark in more detail, and yet one wishes to endeavour to spare one's daughter, so maybe at a later hour,” Irgrinid says, nudging her daughter who is redder than her new tone.

“Would you mind if I use this for my next story?” Noel eagerly asks.

“Anything for thee dear Noel,” Irgrinid says with an eager grin, “One wishes to endeavour to every detail in-depth for thee.”

“Mother!” the two girls shout.

“Thee nev'r changeth,” Hestia says, taking a sip of her wine.

“Given one would admire to here via what manner thee dear Noel?” Irgrinid asks with a playful giggle.

“Noel, wouldst thee bid the st'ry of our loveth?” Hestia says passing the responsibility to her wife.

“So I was a young writer looking for my big break. I decided to write a story about my two favorite things: vampires and romance. So I traveled to Transylvania looking for inspiration, and to my surprise, I found a real vampire,” Noel eagerly explains. “At first we wanted to eat me but I won her over and she let me write about her and during that time we fell in love.”

“That gent wouldst has't madeth f'r excellent wine, but at lasteth his writings intrigu'd me.  So I hath decided to keepeth that gent 'round, and t wast one of the most wondrous decisions I ev'r madeth,” Hestia says with a smile. “Speaking of the wine how doest t gust darlings? it’s the f'rment'd blood of some of the finest males from backeth home.

“Nay wond'r t tastes so valorous,” Maeve says, taking a long sip.

“One never thought blood would taste this said entity rather satisfactory,” Alivia says, taking another sip.

“Maeve thee never told oneself thy mother wrote one's mom’s favorite?” Alivia asks.

“It’s embarrassing to speak of my own mother’s erotica,” Maeve says, embarrassed, her face gaining color.

“Well if it so happens that such a thing wasn’t for her work one would bears our friendship,” Irgrinid says.

“I’m just glad that I found someone with similar interests,” Noel exclaims.

“Honey t is almost dawn, we shouldst leaveth anon,” Hestia says to her wife and daughter.

“Ugh, the one pain of being a vampire!” Noel groans.

“So we very much doth burneth in the sun?” Maeve asks

“Thee embark one would admires to bears a word, Noel and Hestia,” Irgrinid says, “Approach let’s embark to one's office.” The four adults leave the room and head upstairs.

“So t seemeth liketh I going to beest moving to Transylvania with mine own moms, Alivia,” Maeve says solemnly.

“One happen to be able to still talk and, to boot, one wishes to endeavour to visit by giv'n one happen to be able to,” she says sitting next to her Maeve, “And call oneself Azaeryla from now on.”

“Azaeryla?” Maeve's curiosity asks.

“One's demon name, does thee admires such a thing?” Azaeryla responds.

“I liketh t, t sounds pow'rful!” Maeve exclaims. Azaeryla devilishly chuckles as she moves closer to Maeve. “What are you doing?” Azaeryla pounces the vampire pinning her down causing her to let out a girly squeal.

“One art alone so for what reason don’t one have fun?” she says before locking lips with Maeve. Maeve does resist and fully embraces the demoness back. She caresses the demon’s breasts, and the demon rubs her cock in return. The two fall into a trance of bliss as they pressure each other while they lock lips. Both never wanting to stop and knowing that their new bodies could let them continue for all of eternity. The two break their lips, embrace and let out a moan in unison as they both relieve themselves. And out of the corner of her eye, Maeve sees their parents watching them.

“Shit!” she cries out. Azaeryla, noticing them as well, jumps off of her.

“Are we interrupting something girls?” Noel playful asked.

“It’s not what t looks liketh!” Maeve protests.

Noel hugs her daughter and says “We were watching for a while, I remember when I first became a vampire, I wouldn’t get off of Hestia for mouths,” she says with a playful smile. “Isn’t that right honey,” Hestia just rolls her eyes. “But you can have all of the fun you want soon enough.”

“What doth thee cullionly?” Maeve questions.

“Thee can nay longeth'r liveth liketh a human lief and Alivia won’t beest able to turneth into a human f'rm by h'rself f'r a while, so thee two art moving in with us,” Hestia explains.

“Realy!” Azaeryla exclaims, “And, one's name happens to be Azaeryla.”

“One admires Azaeryla,” Irgrinid says, “It’s a shame for thee to depart and yet it’s for the best.”

“Don’t worry it may be an old castle, but it has all of the modern conveniences,” Noel adds.

“So at which hour doth we leaveth?” Maeve asks “I’ve at each moment did want to seeth wh're thee liveth.”

“My sister is going to take us there,” Noel says, “There is a special airline for creatures like us.” The doorbell rings, “Speaking of her!”

“Dalgoreth help fetch thy coffins,” Irgrinid asks her wife, “Azaeryla pack thy stuff, don’t regard one’s clothes one doubt they fit thee.” Azaeryla nods and clops upstairs to pack.

Dalgoreth returns carrying three coffins alone with a woman with short brown hair. “Vlad, you look so cute!” she squeals as she goes to hug her.

“Aunt Grace, you’re squishing me!” Maeve says struggling to break free.

“Oh, I forgot your name’s Maeve now,” she says, letting her new niece go, “Agh, you're so cute, you look just like my sister, and you sound just Hestia!”

“Grace, give her some space, she isn’t going to have much for a while,” Noel says with a teasing smile.

“What doth thee cullionly?” Maeve asks.

“These coffins aren’t just for show dear,” Noel says.

“Waiteth we art traveling in those folk!?” she asks, confused.

“Those gents protecteth us from the sun and with trustw'rthy s'rvants to protecteth those folk we has't nothing to w'rry about,” Hestia explains as she slips inside one of them placing her arms over her chest as Grace closes and locks it.

“Those gents behold a did bite tight,” Maeve says.

“You get used to it, but don’t worry your sleeping coffin will be bigger and comfier,” Noel says reassuring her daughter.

“Sleeping coffin?” she questions.

“Hello, lady Harris,” Azaeryla says, returning with a bag of her stuff.

“Oh my god, you look so different Alivia!” Grace says admiring Azaeryla’s new look.

“Thanks, but one's name is Azaeryla now,” she responds.

“So is thou ready?” Irgrinid asks.

“Yes, thou is ready,” Azaeryla says hugging her parents

“Call us when you get there, and promise to keep in touch,” her dad says.

“One wishes to!” she agrees.

“And one more thing,” says her mom.

A glowing light surrounds Azaeryla, engulfing her. When the light fades her body is back to a normal color, her assets have shrunk to human size but bigger than before, her horn, wings, and tail are gone, and her hooves are replaced with black dress socks and high heels, and her clothes shrunk to match her more human proportions. “I’m human?” she questions.

“Yes, but only for a week or until one wants to change back,” her mom says.

“Smuggling vampires through customs is easy, but you might get a few odd looks Azaeryla,” Noel states.

“Well, I guesseth this is goodbye, Aunt Grace,” Maeve says sadly.

“Nope, she’s coming with us!” Noel declares, “She is our maid after all!”

“Maid?” the two girls question in unison.

“It’s a long story, but since you became a vampire naturally I lost a bet with my sister and now I have to be her maid for all of eternity,” Grace explains with a sigh.

“And thou art fine with yond?” Maeve asks.

“Yeah, it’s just that she is going to rub it in for the next century or two,” she sighs.

“You know I will,” Noel teases, “Now come on we have a flight to catch,” she says, slipping into her coffin.

“Yeah, I know,” she says, closing and locking the coffin, “It’s your turn Maeve.”

Maeve nods and slips inside of hers. Waving to Azaeryla as it closes. But the coffin doesn’t close. Her massive breast prevents the lid from closing all of the ways. “Uh, I bethink it’s too bawbling?'' She says her face is as red as her demon lover.

“Sorry, it might be a bit tight, we didn’t know how big you would get,” Grace apologies.

“Let me try?” Azaeryla now back to Alivia asks. Grace nodes and she plants her fat ass down on the lid causing Maeve to moan loudly from the pleasure of her breasts being squished against her chest and the lid. “Sorry Maeve, I will be more gentle next time.” Maeve wanted to tell her that she didn’t need to be but decided to wait until they were alone.

“So we should get going, it’s going to be a long flight,” Grace says.

Maeve felt her coffin being picked up, she could not see and couldn’t really hear her only connection to the world outside the coffin was the vibrations from movement. But she couldn’t focus on them as each vibration from the coffin flowed straight into her breasts arousing her. She lasted about an hour before relieving herself, but she couldn’t really keep track of the time. After a while, she decides to sleep, not that she needs it, but more of a way to pass the time on their long trip. She drifted off to sleep as her coffin rocked back and forth causing her nothing but pleasure. She dreams about her sexy demon lover and all of the sinful acts they can perform once they arrive at their new home.

Light fills the coffin waking Maeve up from her deep sleep.

“Good morning!” a familiar sultry voice rings out. “Actually it’s more of good night.”

She opens her eyes and sees her girlfriend in her human form standing over her coffin. “Azaeryla, art we home?” she sleepy asks.

“Yep, this place is huge, and lucky it’s the opposite of our old time zone so we don’t need to adjust much!” she happily exclaims pulling the vampire out of her coffin.

Maeve looked around the large bedroom, it looked straight out of a Victorian painting besides the outlets and modern lights. The windows seemed to be tinted not letting any light in but letting them see out. But the only thing that was missing was the bed.

“Thy still human? She asks, noticing Azaeryla’s appearance.

“I was waiting for you dear,” she says pulling her close and the two lock lips. As they do Azaeryla is engulfed in a red glow, and as it disappears her returns to her new true demon form. “Is that better dear?” she says with a smile.

“Nay matt'r what f'rm thou art in thou art hot, but I doth has't mine own fav'rite,” she says, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Shal thee embark downstairs thy mother happens to be fetching breakfast,” Azaeryla says, “And one shall give you the grand tour.”

“Shouldn’t t beest the oth'r way 'round?” Maeve jokes.

(Later that morning)

“Thy heading to bed darling?” Azaeryla asks, carrying a large coffin into the room as if it was weightless.

“I don’t feeleth yond not restful, but t just doth feel natural f'r me to catch but a wink during the day,” Maeve answers as she carries a pile of clothes into the room.

“One wishes to join thee,” Azaeryla says, placing the coffin against the wall.

“I can’t believeth how stout thou art loveth,” Maeve says as she tosses off her clothing.

“Demon strength one guesses?” she answers as she strips out of her clothing.

“T hast only been a few days and most of t wast hath spent asleep, did bite t doth feel liketh I wast at each moment liketh this,” Maeve says as she slips a black frilly nightgown on.

“One is aware of via what manner thee feels,” Azaeryla says buttoning a black pajama top with red accents but giving up on the top buttons. “Thee told oneself thy mother has been a designer?”

“I didn’t bethink thee did like Victorian,” Maeve responds.

“Such a thing has grown on oneself,” Azaeryla says, pulling up a pair of matching pajama pants.

“Young mistresses, could you not make my job harder and put away your clothes?” Grace asks as she enters the room. Her hair is tied up in a bun and she is wearing a traditional Victorian maid outfit and a glowing red gem around her neck.

“Sorry Aunt Grace,” Maeve apologized.

“I may be your maid, but you still should pick up after yourselves,” she says, opening the coffin. Inside the coffin is what looks to be a queen-sized mattress made of fancy red fabric and two matching pillows.

Azaeryla lays down in the coffin bed spreading one of her wings across the open space. “Come on darling, try out our new bed.”

Maeve joins her laying on her wing, “Thy wing is surprisingly comfy,” she says snuggling against her.

I will wake you tonight girls, sweet dreams,” Graces says as she closes the coffin.

“I’m surprised that one fit contained within here,” Azaeryla says with a smile, “One bears room if it so happens that wiggle.”

“Hestia may seemeth bitter cold at first but the lady is very much did sweet,” Maeve says hugging Azaeryla.

Azaeryla wraps her other wing over Maeve like a blanket, “So that’s where thee obtain such a thing.”

“Goodnight, love,” Maeve says with a giggle. She suddenly gasps when she feels her penis get strangled.

“For what reason don’t one stay up a bit later, love?” Azaeryla whispers into her ear.