Parasite At Midnight

            You likely wouldn't believe it, but this babe is somebody's alter ego. That somebody has "Cinderella Syndrome", where the victim transforms in body and mind against their will at precisely midnight. The person in this case is really just a white-collar, working man struggling to make ends meet.

            This is a reasonable facsimile of him. He wasn't considered attractive either, which didn't help. It seemed like he was at a dead-end, regarding his social life as well. It wasn't until his first transformation into her that changed everything for him, although not for the better. He never saw it coming and even to this day, he doesn't understand it. He only understands one thing: That his transformations always start at midnight.

            He had fallen asleep watching a late night talk show when it happened for the first time. The clock on his oven said 12:00 midnight. The pain came at him instantly, like he was hit with a cement block. His glasses flew off as he writhed around on the floor. Meanwhile, two tents slowly grew underneath his shirt. In seconds, they blew up as if balloons into ample-sized breasts, lifting up his shirt and exposing his gut. His eyes shut from the agonizing pain, he hadn't noticed yet that his dark hair was growing supernaturally fast down his back, stopping at his new breasts. After that, his hair quickly went blonde, starting at the roots. The bones in his hips shifted outward while his stomach slowly began to shrink. Muscle and fat shifted around by itself as his face started to warp. His legs creaked as loud as any attic door would as they gradually became longer and quite sexy. As he reached for his face, his hands shrank slightly while his fingernails suddenly lengthened, gaining the appearance of talons, albeit unmanicured. His "lower jewellery" shrank within his insides and reform into a woman's ovaries. The transformation finally stopped as his--rather, her face--returned to normal.

            A leggy, statuesque stunner now lay on the floor where a bespectacled young man was moments earlier, wearing ill-fitting clothes that looked ridiculous on her eye-catching body. She rose up, stars in her eyes as she gathered her bearings. Stumbling to the closest thing she could find that gave a reflection, the woman saw herself, and as the stars and numbness went away, she found herself liking what she saw, sans the clothing she was currently wearing. Her face was flawless: Puffy, kissable lips, full cheeks, long eyelashes, et cetera.

            "I...look good." She said to herself, a seductive, slightly husky, sound to her voice.

            Thus began the start of a new life for one, and a changed one for the other. He has struggled to find work to satisfy the ridiculously expensive tastes of his "dark side". In addition, he has had to adjust his schedule constantly so that he could be home before midnight. Not to mention, he has found himself "waking up" either in bedrooms with various men or in clubs, wearing torn and tattered dresses that could have ripped completely if he moved the wrong way, leaving him stark naked in public. Nobody could know about his curse, lest he be poked, prodded, or placed in a straitjacket, if not all three. He was living an unfortunate lifestyle, but he didn't ask to transform into a mesmerizing parasite at midnight.