A disgruntled wizard crashed our costume party long enough to curse the attendees into "becoming what [we] pretend to be."
His magic relied on the cursed person's knowledge regarding their forms to curse them. (My girlfriend, only wearing elf ears & a bowl cut suddenly had increased Vulcan strength, emotional control, and coppery blood, and presumably will go into heat in 7 years.)
I'd been dressed as a "Rule 63 Tracer" (from Overwatch.) But I didn't (at the time) know much of the "lore" so I don't suffer from her "chronal disassociation." But I'm fast! And I've got a great butt! And my chipper attitude has kept me from descending into a depression after losing my male body.
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