Afterwards Verity lied to herself that the pain was only incidental. She told herself it was no more than a familiar ache like the pain of one’s monthly course or the disappointment of a parent, but the feeling of her bones moulding from one shape to another was a pain so ineffable there was nothing she could do but pretend it was otherwise. This was the pain she had to endure, so she would.

She kissed the master on the cheek sweetly, sending him off to his own bedroom with no indication that he would see her again before the mid-morning - though really he might see her before that and not even realise - and opened the door to her mistress’ room. The change had not quite begun yet but she could feel it brewing: she was more than used to the signs now.

“It’s safe to come out,” Verity said in a voice that was decidedly not her own. She estimated another few moments of being in this body at the very least and wondered if she could save the dress before her curves made it swell?

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MJ made magic out of my ramblings