“....Hey, wanna grab Susan for this? Then we go exploring. Four’s a good party size, yeah?” You look at the pair, uncertain and giving a half lame smile. You live in a small apartment building; six one bedrooms a floor, three floors. You three live on the top, Susan lives on the bottom. You’re all mutual friends with her, at least you’re pretty sure you are. You were at least. She has a huge Lego collection and let you play with some of it while you talked hot girls in video games. Lesbian, which means that while you’re pretty sure she didn’t hit on you, you also kind of remember her hitting on the current you.
Retroactive transformations are confusing, you fume to yourself as your request elicits a shrug from Lilac and harumph of bratty agreement from Dahlia. You can tell the floating witch wants to give some biting remark, but she holds back with the glare from you. Thankfully, your briefly stormy mood has mostly faded by the time you’re downstairs thanks to a building anticipation of transforming your friend into another person like you. ‘She’s a huge nerd, she’ll totally be down’ is how you’re justifying transforming someone utterly.
A musical knock on the door, a few short bars but pretty enough prompts the heavyset woman with the dyed blue and red hair and piercings to open with glee. “Ha, I always know it’s you by your knock, Night! What’s up?” She blinks when she notices the others, giving Lilac a friendly wave and a surprised blink at Dahlia. “Wow, the ‘Dread Witch’ herself, what do we owe the honor?” clearly taking the piss out of the woman who ignores the sarcasm and eats it up.
“Hmph! You stand before the Dread Witch Dahlia clothed in that manner?” the floating woman points at Susan’s overlarge Coheed and Cambria tee-shirt and bright yellow sweat-pants. “It is only your earlier deference that prevents me from turning you into a form most foul!”
“Terrifying” Susan deadpans before looking at you, voice softening. “So, what’s up Night? Why’d you bring the whole spooky crew?” said with affection though mostly focused on you.
You feel a memory waiting to be plucked in your mind. Of her expressing jealousy of your form and body, and voicing a desire to have something like it. You know this never happened, at least not in the life you had, but as Nightshade, you definitively remember her expressing jealousy at your form when you first met her when you moved in a year ago. You don’t remember what memory you said, but you distinctly remember her desire and telling her a firm 'not yet' though you don't remember why. Still, her joy when you tell her that “Tonight’s the night Susan~. I can finally do what you asked.” is evident.
Her eyes widen. “Wait, wait, you can make me into one of the Princess’s retainers?! Really?!” Princess? First you’ve heard of that. Still, it gives you some clue about what’s going on. The shrugs between your companions give equal signs of confusion other than a vague pang of loyalty that you all felt when she mentioned the word. So that’s something at least? You’re one of some Princess’s retainers and you can make more. Which you suppose you’re doing. “So, do, like, I get to choose what form I become?”
You frown and look at Dahlia, then shrug. “I think so? I’ve only done this twice before.”
“Awwww, I’m not your first, Night?” Susan mock pouts. “Okay! Like, you should come in! But give me a second, I want to show you something!”
You give the others a shrug and head in, Dahlia floating in after and Lilac closing the door behind. Susan has run off into her room, you can see, as you stare out over the legions of Lego sets.
After a minute she returns with an album, looking really bashful. “Don’t laugh, okay?” handing it over for you to open at a particular spot.
The album is full of art. A lot of it printed copies of her art, others of commissioned drawings. It’s of you, Lilac, a few of Dahlia, and other women with your style. But dominating all of it, especially in a lot of the more risque poses featuring you, is a particular woman, dressed like….