"This...is quite the predicament. This...boy...has-dare I say it-has been shot far too many times to be completely clear-minded. His-or should I say-her mind is most probably fractured, shifting between intense sexual desire, girlish innocence, and utter confusion."
The combatants all turn in shock to see an old woman with a stave walk toward you.
She stops.
She opens her eyes, and says,"You should all be ashamed of yourselves!" With a glare at the Goths, she growls,"Especially you three. Were it not for you fools, this might have been reversed."
The Goth with a streak of electric blue in her otherwise sable hair cast her gaze off to the side and muttered,"Shut up, you old hag. Nothing I do has ever been good enough for you. Just because I can't master the stupid spell don't mean nothin'."
You look on, not comprehending a single thing. All you can think about is how pretty you look. How someday your knight in shining armor will come for you. Wait...what's this feeling of a far-away person screaming in anguish as if...no. It...it's getting fainter. Who might that be? Your brother? A lover? Maybe it's some other representation of...you? A male version of you? No. That would be ri...riudic...ridi...ridikulus? That...that MUST be the word. ...Right? You can't remember ever being anything other than a girly girl. A sexy girl. Hang on...am I any closer to being the paragon of fem... femin...girliness?
"I hope you three feel some kind of remorse for what you've done! Before, she might have had a chance in the world, but now she's worse than a bimbo! She may seem idiotically vain now, but the truth is that she's trapped in her own mind, not able to think anything without it being shattered into pieces! At least if she were a bimbo, she wouldn't be tortured like that! ...*sigh* Now all we can do is to try to fuse at least a few of the fragments together to ease the burden on her mind."
The blue-streaked Goth just let out a huff.
"...Don't think I didn't notice you, girl. You've disappointed me yet again. Your mother-"
"Don't lecture me about my mother! I already know that she was perfect, and that I could never live up to her name! Don't you know that I'm not her?! I...I chose this life BECAUSE of her. You horrible old witch! The only reason I came here was to shoot some punks! I didn't come here for this!", the Goth shouted.
"...Sarah..."
"Don't call me Sarah! That was her name! ...My name is Lilith now. I do what I want, whenever I want."
After listening to this for a while, Angelique says quietly,"...We'll take her in. We've got a healer who knows Reparation spells, so we may be able to help her." She hesitates, and even more quietly adds,"But she's a little bit of a domme, so she'll treat her a little bit like of one of her sissies, but she's really good with damaged minds."
Jason exclaims,"Whaddya mean, sissies?! What's that even mean?" He looks around, utterly confused. The rest of the boys, only knowing things like sports and vehicles, don't know even more than he.
Angelique sighs, and her second-in-command, Felicia, says wryly,"When a guy is into dressing like a very girly girl, and most times finds either a Mistress or a Daddy to boss them around, usually harshly. Oh, and they tend to be masochists, although..." She blushes slightly, and says,"I DID once date a sadistic sissy. The sex was great, and besides, it was really nice to date a guy who didn't wanna grab my ass every 5 seconds, but still came up with ways to...Anyways! Yeah, that's a sissy."
Jason and his crew were slack-jawed.
The old woman chuckled, and said,"My, the younger generations keep getting hornier and hornier. I suppose you can try with her. I shall watch her progress with interest."
Jason said hoarsely,"What...? What kinda guy would be into wearing girl's stuff? I need to sleep."
Lilith just turned away, eyes closed.