Choker’s POV

  I have changed my user’s organs from boy to girl… He still retains the shape of a boy: his face remains masculine, sharp and firm, and his hair is short and unruly, leaving no sign of the change he has undergone. His body stays ft—far, very far from the ideal his master once dreamed of. But that doesn’t matter; flesh and mind are malleable, especially during puberty, when everything is in constant transformation, fragile yet moldable.

  I have drained my own energy to erase the memories of everyone who once knew Armeth as a boy. Their faces, their thoughts, their recollections… all have been cleansed and repced with the image of Ariadna: a tomboy, loyal and a friend to the master, someone who strides confidently and isn’t afraid to break the rules. The perceptions of those around her have been rewritten; now she inhabits those spaces, not the boy she once was.

  I have meticulously altered every detail. His old, heavy, masculine clothes have vanished, repced by light, tight garments: delicate panties with ornamental filigree, a simple bra barely covering her nonexistent breasts, garters that caress her legs like a second skin. His scimitar has been transformed into a knife, with sheaths and light capes that flow with her movements, accentuating her combat prowess. Everything has been orchestrated so no one can remember he was ever different.

  I watch every step, analyze every fragment of her essence, reshaping her according to the designs of her master. And now, I wait — to see how Ariadna will awaken and face the new skin I have woven around her.