My gaze dropped to my body. Still naked, still impossibly smooth and flawless, bathed in the soft teal light. My crystal core pulsed gently between my breasts, a steady rhythm of light and colour. My breasts themselves felt like a miracle, a perfect curve I hadn't earned, hadn't built but had been given. My belly was flat, my hips curved just so. It was everything I wasn't, everything they’d mocked me for not being.
But this body, this perfect, pristine form, felt like a blank slate waiting for me to put my mark on it. A thought formed, clear and strong: Boy short panties.
The teal light shimmered directly in front of me, coalescing into fabric. Not just fabric, but a pair of black cotton boy shorts, exactly like the ones I used to wear under everything, the ones that made me feel just a little bit safer, less exposed. They looked new, clean, and perfect.
I picked them up, the soft cotton familiar in my hand. Stepping into them felt grounding, a small piece of the old me asserting itself in this new reality. They fit perfectly, snug and comfortable, with a layer of familiar protection on unfamiliar skin.
Next, my eyes went back to my chest, to the pulsing crystal and the gentle swell of my breasts around it. The Goddess had judged me "small," and "poor." But she hadn't seen this. I didn't want to hide it. Not with a bra. Not yet, maybe not ever. The curve of my new cleavage, the way the light caught the facets of the core, it was beautiful. My beautiful, glowing, powerful core. I wanted to see it. I wanted to show it.
A shirt, I thought, but with a hole.
Again, the light shimmered, weaving fabric. A simple black t-shirt formed, soft-looking cotton. But in the center of the chest, a perfect circle was missing, sized precisely for the crystal core. The neckline was slightly scooped, just enough to frame the top curve of my new cleavage.
I pulled it over my head, the fabric cool and soft against my skin. It settled perfectly, the circular opening framing the pulsing crystal, the rest of the shirt moulding to my new shape, highlighting the curve of my breasts. It felt defiant.
Confidence, a feeling I rarely knew, began to bloom in my chest, warm and potent.
And a skirt. Not long. Cut.
A sharp, tearing sound echoed in my mind, a symbolic destruction of conformity. Red and black plaid materialized, the kind I loved but always felt self-conscious in. It gathered at the waist, then fell in messy, asymmetric layers, looking like it had been deliberately ripped and restitched, shorter in the front, longer in the back. Perfect.
Combat boots. Knee highs. Leg warmers.
One thought, three items appearing simultaneously. Black leather combat boots, heavy and solid. Black knee-high socks, thick and warm. Red leg warmers slouched just right around the tops of the boots.
I pulled them on, each piece settling into place, feeling undeniably mine. The weight of the boots felt powerful on my feet. The socks were soft, the leg warmers added texture. This was it. The uniform of the girl they’d called "Hot Topic," the girl they'd mocked for dressing differently. But now, it wasn't a costume for hiding; it was armour. It was a statement.
I stood fully dressed in the clothes of my defiance, my core exposed and glowing, my new body confident and strong. “Alright, what are my options system.” I mentally clicked the screen in front of my eyes.
I blinked at the glowing letters that flickered in the air like golden smoke. Then I sat down into the principal’s leather chair. My chair now.
“Okay, System,” I murmured, brushing my fingers along the armrest. The seat hissed under me, shifting just slightly like the damn thing was alive. It didn’t creak: it breathed. Somehow that was worse. I let my arms fall across the rest, exhaling through my nose as I stared across the warped, principal office. A twisted version of the office that haunted me for years. All the power it used to have? I felt it pooling in my bones now.
I mentally nodded. “Let’s do it,” I said aloud, not expecting anyone to answer. “Let’s see what kind of fairy godmonster you’ve got for me.”
The system’s voice returned, lighter this time, friendlier. Almost teasing.
System Notification:
[Select a Core Attendant: Guide Protocols Online]
Each fairy has a distinct personality and utility. Choose wisely. Each is a reflection of a part of your past… or who you might become.
Three glowing circles appeared on the desk in front of me, spinning lazily like summoned spirits on an Ouija board. Each one is a different colour. A different vibe. A different truth. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk edge. “Of course, it’d come down to a multiple-choice quiz,” I muttered.
I mentally selected the first orb. It flared purple, a deep and dusky purple like smoke at the edge of a bad dream. A shape flickered within. Thin arms. Crooked wings, like torn lace dipped in ink. Her eyeliner was practically a war mask. She held a chipped teacup in one hand like it was a loaded gun. Her wings twitched once as she hovered lazily, giving me a bored look from under heavy lids.
A system box floated before my eyes with some details about the creature within.
System Notification:
Fairy Option 1 – Brixta
Fairy Type: Goth / Shadow-Aligned Fairy
- Personality Archetype: The rebellious outsider — sarcastic, emotionally guarded, and fiercely independent.
- Vibe: Think eyeliner, tattered lace, and deadpan commentary; someone who sat in the back of the class judging everyone’s fashion choices, but secretly aced the hardest tests.
- Elemental/Skill Alignment: Shadow magic, curse weaving, defensive enchantments.
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Dungeon Utility:
- Traps & Defense Design
- Curse Infusion Mechanics
- Ambush Tactics
- Cynicism-fueled Insight (she’ll often spot flaws Chloe misses)
Overall: She’s the kind of fairy who rolls her eyes at motivational posters but will hex anyone who tries to hurt you once you’ve earned her loyalty.
“Well, this is tragic,” she said in a low, gravel-and-velvet drawl. “You got murdered and came back in a sparkly new body… and you still ended up in a high school. That’s rough, babe.”
I snorted despite myself.
“Look, I don’t care why you’re dead,” she continued, swirling whatever ghostly nonsense was in her cup, “but if you’re planning to make this place cool, I’m in. If not, I’m napping.”
I tilted my head, grinning. “You remind me of that girl who never took her earbuds out and only talked in memes.”
“Guilty,” she said, raising the cup in mock salute. “But I bite.”
Of course, she did.
I leaned back in the chair, considering. If this was the first option, I wondered what was next. I mentally nudged the next orb.
The purple hue faded, replaced by a soft, muted green. It pulsed gently, like a heartbeat wrapped in moss. I half-expected some kindly professor named after a tree to walk in and lecture me about dungeon metaphysics with a stack of glowing textbooks. Something about the vibe just screamed welcome to your elective in Magic Ecology 101.
Instead, the air above the desk shimmered again, and the figure who appeared… barely appeared at all. She hovered shyly in the light's center, with moss and clover draping through her glowing hair. Her body was faint as if it was translucent. She reminded me of mist at dawn and her eyes were wide, and soft, the colour of rain-soaked leaves.
System Notification:
Fairy Option 2 – Quillwyn
Fairy Type: Wisp
Theme: Nature-Aligned Fairy
- Personality Archetype: The quiet, bookish classmate who always stayed behind to clean the whiteboard or water the classroom plants. A gentle soul with hidden depths.
- Vibe: Candlelight in a library. Wisps of mossy hair. Smells faintly of old paper and rain.
- Elemental/Skill Alignment: Nature, Light, and Restoration
Dungeon Utility:
- Monster Habitat Management (keeping dungeon creatures calm and ecosystems balanced)
- Healing Pools & Rest Zones
- Atmosphere Design (can shape subtle mood effects like calm, focus, or awe)
- Lore Management (she naturally catalogues dungeon history and system metadata)
Overall: Quillwyn’s magic leans into harmony, slow growth, and soothing environments but she’s also the type to surprise you with deep-rooted strength when pushed.
She twisted her fingers together, hovering barely an inch off the desk. Her wings, thin and veined like petals, barely fluttered.
“Oh… um, hello,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I think… I think this place could become beautiful if you let it grow.”
My heart twitched at that. Not because I believed her, not yet. But because I wanted to. Something about Wisp reminded me of the version of me I used to pretend to be: quiet, invisible, unthreatening. The kind of girl who sat in the back of the class and hoped no one remembered her name, especially when roll call came.
I watched her float, unsure, waiting for me to speak.
She was kind. She was safe. I didn’t want to be safe. Still, I whispered a small, “Thank you,” to her. I never wanted to be the girl who couldn’t speak again. And then I turned my eyes to the final orb, this one gold.
I looked at the little fairy, he seemed tiny but full of presence. The fairy had oversized round glasses that sometimes slid down his nose. The kind of glasses I saw the boy who lived wore, in the movies the girls in middle school liked. He was also wearing a sleek lab-coat-style robe trimmed with circuitry patterns, and his wings shimmer like semi-transparent data screens. His eyes constantly flick between windows only he can see, and he leaves a faint smell of oil books and ink behind him.
System Notification:
Fairy Option 3 – Kip
Type: Dragon Fairy (Tech/Intellect-Aligned)
Theme: Overachiever Nerd Fairy
- Personality Archetype: The Hyper-Competent Academic.
- Kip is the straight-A student-meets-mad-scientist of the dungeon world. He is obsessed with systems, deeply anxious about inefficiency, and always five steps ahead in planning.
- Vibe: A whirlwind of nervous energy and rapid speech. Endearingly frantic, like a TA who forgot their own office hours.
- Elemental / Skill Alignment: Element: Arcane + Metal
Dungeon Utility:
- Designs complex, layered dungeon layouts with minimal upkeep
- Automates trap resets, healing pool recharge cycles, and monster feeding schedules
- Balances loot drop rates and enemy wave difficulty
- Unlocks access to advanced dungeon economic systems (merchant networks, resource nodes, blueprint crafting, etc.)
As I watched the little creature within the orb. He was a blur of light, charts, and wings zipped into being in front of me. The creature hovering over the desk looked like a tiny dragon that had crash-landed in a university library. Their robe had at least six different pockets crammed with scrolls, crystals, and what might’ve been a miniature abacus.
“Oh! Oh, stars—Hi! Hello! You must be Chloe!” Kip beamed, wings fluttering so fast they left trails of data light behind them. “I’ve been reviewing your dungeon seed code. It truly is fascinating! Emotional imprint, really. A trauma-core hybrid! You don’t see those very often anymore. Except in like… old simulation shards or post-apocalypse builds.”
I blinked. “…You talk fast.”
“Oh—yes! Sorry. Speed modulation: adjusting!” Kip tapped his chest, and his voice dropped an octave. “Better?”
“Yeah. So… you’re my last option?”
“Technically I’m your best option,” Kip said, puffing up proudly. “I’ve already drafted twelve potential dungeon frameworks based on your subconscious architectural bias and latent magical affinity. You have a very intriguing psyche, by the way. Also, I alphabetized your emotional scars.”
I snorted, despite myself. “You alphabetized my trauma?”
“It was a mess.”
“…I think I like you.”
“Statistically, most people do!” Kip squeaked, practically vibrating in place. “Eventually.”