The person removes their cloak, and they looked like a statuesque woman with black hair and pale skin. Ruby red lips pursed into a smile as hungry dark eyes flickered over you. "Strange clothes."
"Hey, what..." Your words were slurred, groggy. You shook your head to clear it and were about to complain about her slamming your style when she raised a hand, red nails glinting in the dappled forest light.
"Now now. No need for all that," she said, still smiling. She sounded like your cousin K----, the one who knows so much better than you. Arrogant. "I was expecting someone more...exciting but I guess you'll do."
You had stood up during this and you crossed your arms, frowning. You're not out of shape by any means, marching band has sweat your baby fat off and you're tall.
"After all, you're going to be quite different soon."
"Different? Lady, what the hell do you mean?"
"Ha! No Lady. I am Black Magritte, Warlock of the Midnight Kingdom."
"Warlock...I thought that was a dude thing."
"A common misconception among your kind. I am bound by pact to the Midnight King, as you shall be to me."
"Wait a minute I didn't sign anything you can't..."
"Silence!" Her voice had a physical pressure, your chest growing tight and your heart skipping a beat. "You are my familiar now, a gift from his Lordship."
"A familiar? Like Hedwig?"
"Who?"
"Ehhhh, never mind. What does that mean then? I'm like...your slave?"
"You are my partner. Yes your body and soul obey my command, you are a vessel for my power and strength, but your mind is as much a tool as the rest of you."
You couldn't help but laugh. "Lady, you're crazy."
Magritte only smiled and lifted a hand, reaching out and placing it on your chest. "We shall see..." Her eyes met yours and you felt locked by her gaze even as you felt your body began to shift and change into...