(Caption) Transform in Slumber (Patreon)

He wandered through the ruins for what felt like forever, his body utterly exhausted, until he stumbled upon an intact and ornate bed amid the debris. The bed was strange, adorned with intricate carvings and emitting a faint, ethereal glow. Too tired to question its presence, he climbed onto it and quickly drifted into a deep sleep.

While he slept, a mysterious force enveloped him. A brush floated out of the void, gently combing through his messy hair, smoothing and softening it until it gleamed with a silky texture. A soft light surrounded him as his hair slowly transformed into a delicate shade of pink. Intricate decorations, including small flowers and bows, appeared and wove themselves into his new hairstyle. Brushes, palettes, and powders emerged and began to work on his face, applying foundation, eye shadow, and lipstick. His features softened and took on an almost ethereal beauty.

Then, garments floated into view. His old, tattered clothes vanished, replaced by a pristine white slip that fit snugly against his body. A layered pink-and-white gown followed, cascading over him like petals, its hem adorned with intricate embroidery and sparkling embellishments. Lace gloves slid onto his hands, while sheer white stockings, impossibly thin and smooth, wrapped snugly around his legs, accentuating their slender shape. Finally, a pair of transparent high heels, adorned with glittering accents like tiny stars, settled perfectly onto his feet.

When he awoke, he found himself standing in front of an enormous mirror. The reflection staring back at him wasn’t the tired, disheveled boy who had fallen asleep but a beautifully dressed girl, adorned from head to toe. He looked down at his hands and saw lace gloves, then noticed the stockings clinging to his legs and the high heels on his feet. He touched his face, feeling the smooth skin and delicate features that confirmed the truth: the person in the mirror was him.

Still in shock, he heard a deep, resonant voice echo around him: “Welcome to the Dream World. You have been chosen as its princess.” Before he could respond, the space around him faded into darkness. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the ruins. However, his outfit and transformation remained unchanged. Looking down at his gown and the shimmering high heels on his feet, a mix of disbelief and inevitability settled over him. It wasn’t just a dream—this was his new reality.