After a man takes a life-changing journey through a magical portal inside an unassuming old wardrobe, he must enlist the help of his younger brother to search for a way back to becoming normal. However, upon a second trip into the transporting wormhole, another fellow is waiting on the other end, and he is delighted to see that the pardoned piece of furniture works just as well as it used to.
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Digby was Mr Heathcote’s eldest son and heir. He had just attained the mature age of nine years, and had hitherto in many respects been considerably spoilt. Mr Heathcote had not succeeded to his property till rather late in life, and he had not till then married. A son had long been wished-for, and when one was given, the grateful hearts of the…
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This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes with erotic descriptions. Themes include gender transformations, irreversible changes, horror tones, misogyny, bondage, submission, and other perverted fantasies. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.
Joel floated through an empty space, an amorphous body with no top or bottom, drifting through vast emptiness. He could gaze in every direction that he wished to, but each side was as dark as the one before, a blackness for as far as he could see. His featureless body pirouetted, falling as if through zero-gravity, tumbling like a feather in the afternoon wind.
Though he could not sense his own body, Joel's mind remained intact throughout the journey. Time passed, but he could not determine the length from beginning to end, or how long ago he had left his own body and fallen into the shadowed abyss.
There was a slit of light growing closer, and Joel's body slowly began to gain features, tucking itself into the fetal position. He sensed his arms and legs rapidly lengthening, growing out from a core that stretched and contorted, supporting a head to wrap his mind. The vertical slit of light came closer, until the warmth of the brightness encompassed his new form, and the whiteness of his destination surrounded him on all sides.
Joel flew through the air, swinging his arms wildly as he crashed to a carpeted floor. He rolled onto his stomach, cheek against the ground, coughing and wheezing as air rushed into his lungs, and a new heartbeat began inside of his chest.
"Ah! She's a pretty one!" a voice came, and then a weight on his back as two firm hands kept him stuck to the carpet. "White with pale skin. Red locks. Cute button nose. Freckles. It's a shame that your friend got away, but I won't be letting that happen to you, sweety."
Joel coughed. "Where am I?"
"Home," the voice replied. "Home, sweet home."