"As I entered the class, I was consumed by a nagging sense of forgetfulness. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I felt like I was missing something crucial. It was as if my mind was shrouded in a thick fog, obscuring memories and emotions that I couldn't quite access.
I tried to shake off the feeling, telling myself it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But the sensation lingered, refusing to be dismissed. I felt like I was grasping for something just out of reach, something that would help me make sense of the void within me.
Note: ( As for now Aysha had gained new body so there will be so much memory which is jumbled and another main reason as she wish to loose all info removed about sex education and related thing it becomes more mess )
My mind wandered back to the incident on the bus, where a stranger had tried to touch me without my consent. I had felt a surge of revulsion and fear, and had pushed him away. But now, I couldn't help but think of the man whose touch I craved, whose presence seemed to stir something deep within me.
that woman words echoed in my mind - 'My body is mine alone.' But why did I feel like I needed more of his touch? Why did it feel like sustenance to me, like food for a hunger I couldn't satisfy?
I felt a surge of confusion and frustration, mixed with a deep-seated desire to uncover the truth about my past. Why couldn't I remember anything? What was I trying to forget? And why did I feel such a strong to agin fell touch but I rembering the woman word and how I also feel it is not a good thing I also feel very gratitude towards women"
while thinking all this i made my way to the back row and sat on the familiar bench, still deep in thought.
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As I sat there, still trying to wrap my head around the sudden transformation, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. One moment, I was living my life as a guy, and the next, I was a girl. It was like a dream, but my new reflection told me it was reality.
I stared at myself, trying to process this new body. I didn't recognize the person looking back at me. My hair was longer, my features softer, and my curves... well, I had curves now.
But amidst all this change, one thing stood out - I had no idea about my beauty. I mean, I knew I looked different, but was I beautiful? I didn't know how to feel about it.
Part of me felt like I was living in someone else's skin, like I was pretending to be a girl. Another part of me was curious, excited even, to explore this new side of myself.
I thought about all the things I used to do, the way I used to move, the way I used to think. Everything was different now. I felt like a stranger in my own body.
But as I looked deeper into my own eyes, I saw something spark. A glimmer of curiosity, of wonder. Maybe, just maybe, this new body was an opportunity to discover a new me.
I took a deep breath and let my gaze drop to my new form. I was still me, but also... not me. And that was okay. I was ready to explore, to learn, and to discover this new beauty, inside and out. as i was thinking all this
. The bell rang, and the prayer began, snapping me out of my reverie. I stood up to sing the national anthem and recite the pledges, my mind still reeling.
After the prayers, I sat back down, scanning the class, and that's when I saw her - :
Saraha sat before me, a breathtaking vision in her red modern attire. The dress hugged her curves, revealing a hint of cleavage and accentuating her full breasts. Her red eyes sparkled, with a unique slant to her eyeballs that added to their allure. Her skin was a radiant, porcelain-like complexion, and she sat with the poise of a queen, exuding confidence and grace.
Her hair was a dark, rich brown, styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back. The color complemented her red dress perfectly, creating a stunning contrast that made her beauty shine even brighter. As she sat, her hair fell around her like a curtain, framing her face and highlighting her striking features.
Her dress was little revealing, showcasing her toned shoulders and arms. A delicate silver necklace graced her neck, adorned with a small diamond pendant that sparkled in the light. Her ears were adorned with chandelier earrings, their crystals catching the light as she moved.
Her waist was narrow, cinched with a delicate silver belt that emphasized her curves. Her hips were full and rounded, and her legs were long and toned, ending in delicate ankles and petite feet. Her toes were painted a deep red, matching her dress perfectly.
On her wrists, she wore delicate silver bangles, their tiny charms jingling softly as she moved. Her fingers were long and slender, adorned with rings that sparkled on her knuckles. Her nails were painted a deep red, matching her dress and lips perfectly.
Saraha's presence was captivating, and I found myself drawn to her like a magnet. Her beauty was more than just physical - it was a radiant aura that surrounded her, making her irresistible to behold. As a girl, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration and little jealousy
but also as I gazed at Saraha, a wave of vivid memories washed over me. I felt like I had seen her before, but couldn't quite place her. And then, I heard her name amidst the chatter of her friends. "Sarha, you look very cute in this dress. Who's your target today?" one of them said, and the name "Sarha" unleashed a flood of memories.
I remembered our past, our friendship, and our bond. But most of all, I remembered her betrayal. I remembered the pain and anger I felt when she turned against me, when she killed me. The memories came rushing back, and I felt a surge of emotions: shock, sadness, anger, and a deep-seated rage.
I heard her laughter, her voice, and her words, and it all came back. I remembered the way she deceived me, the way she used me, and the way she ultimately destroyed me. My eyes closed, and I trembled, my expression changing rapidly as I struggled to process the overwhelming surge of memories.
i remembered everything - my past life, my death, and my rebirth as a succubus. The memories came rushing back, and I felt a mix of emotions - shock, happiness, sadness, anger, fear, and finally, a deep-seated rage
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As I processed the memories, my physical and emotional changes became apparent. I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice whispered in my ear, "Hey, miss, are you okay?" The concern and affection in that voice brought me relief, and I opened my eyes to see who was speaking. But what I saw made my blood boil - it was Alex, my murderer.
Rage consumed me, and I felt a death aura emanating from me. Students as far as 8-10 benches away began to tremble and feel uneasy, but Alex remained unaffected, his eyes filled with concern, curiosity, and shock. I wanted to kill him and Saraha, but as I gazed deeper into Alex's eyes, my heart trembled, and my rage subsided. Memories of our friendship resurfaced, and a new emotion emerged, one I couldn't quite identify.
I still hated Alex and wanted him to suffer, along with Saraha. But I also remembered the genuine rage in his eyes when Saraha betrayed him, and a hint of sympathy crept in. Maybe Saraha had killed him too, in some future scenario. My emotions were a jumbled mess, but one thing was clear - I wanted revenge.
As I gazed at Alex, a plan began to form in my mind. I would make him mine, take him away from Saraha, and deprive her of his wealth, influence, and kindness. I knew Alex was not only rich and soft-hearted but also had a good nature, which Saraha might be exploiting for her own gain. However, I also remembered his intense anger issues, which made him unpredictable and volatile. Our past friendship had been strong, but his anger had ultimately led to our downfall.
The memories of our arguments and his disrespect still lingered, a reminder of why we had separated ways. But now, I saw an opportunity to use his anger to my advantage. I would carefully manipulate his emotions, fueling his anger towards Saraha while keeping him calm and devoted to me.
I would make him fall for me, and in doing so, I would prevent Saraha from getting her hands on his wealth and kindness. The thought of revenge fueled my determination. I would destroy Saraha's plans, sabotage her modeling career, and take her place in the spotlight.
As I set my sights on Alex, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I would destroy Saraha's plans, and in doing so, I would reclaim my own power and status. The game had begun, and I was ready to play. But little did I not know, this will start a new journey of my life which will change my course of life