Kink: transformation, eldritch
Your eldritch girlfriend† enjoys toying with your form. And really, so do you. She explained once that one of the reason ze was so attracted to you was a longing for change, on the deepest level, that you often professed to hir.
† Really, they don't mind "girlfriend" or "boyfriend" or any other term of endearment. He told you once gender is no more important to em than an outfit, easily thrown together and just as easily forgotten.
re: Kink: transformation, eldritch
Nothing ever stays the same. Falling asleep every night, you have no idea whether you'll wake up in a bed, or in a barn, or in a terrarium, or in a hole in the ground. You never know whether you'll have skin or fur or feathers, how many toes, biped or quadruped, what sort of genital configuration will you have, whether you will be barren and sexless or heated and fertile.
You can ask xer of course, and fae usually complies, tinkering with your current form or wrapping you in a new one altogether.
And sure, it took some time to get used to. But nowadays, you happily embrace the constant change, the sweet chaos. Living through every possible form with its help, and zhe happy to see you live through them.
