A (Not So) Silent Night at Sala U

Trigger #17: The Sala City Coven (Addendum)

Organization Class: This is a group of cheerleaders and sorority girls I've taken under my wing as Fledgling Witches, which has grown into the strongest Coven in Sala City. Heavily active on the Sala City University campus due to the Phi Epsilon Mu Sorority house.

Transformation Type: TG, Personality Change.

Threat Level: Benevolent. I'm trying to teach these young witches to use their great power responsibly (although they do like to cause a little mischief here and there, just like their mistress.)

Subject: Brooke Colter, 19, F, formerly Brennan Colter, 19, AMAB.

The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.


(Trigger Warning for Transphobia and Gender Dysphoria)

“Why the FUCK would you ask him for something like that, Brennan?!”

It was Christmas time. Brennan was barely seven. He didn’t know any better.

He had only been answering honestly when the mall Santa asked him what he wanted for Christmas.

His answer had upset his father, for some reason. He had never seen him this mad. His mother just watched in stoic silence.

“Why did you ask him ‘to be a girl?’ for Christmas?!” he growled as he dragged poor Brennan out of the mall by the hand. “Don’t you know how embarrassing that was for me!? STOP CRYING! What is WRONG with you?! They’re gonna think there’s something wrong with you, or that we DID something to you, and then they’re gonna take you away from us! Do you want that to happen?! Huh?!”

Something’s wrong with me… there’s something wrong with me…

“N-no, Daddy… sorry, Daddy…”

His father grimaced. “And another thing, you’re getting too old to call me ‘Daddy’, call me Dad or something else. You’re not a girl…”

There’s something wrong with me.

I’m not a girl.

There’s something wrong with me.

There’s something wrong with me.

There’s something wrong with me.

There’s something-

December 24th, 2024.

Christmas Eve at Sala U.

Brennan had opted to stay in his dorms instead of coming home for the holidays. His excuse was it’d be too expensive to move all the way back home to Austin just to come back north in three weeks, anyways. He got off with a short guilt trip about managing his finances better, and how much they would miss him for the holidays.

The holidays. Ugghhh…

Brennan felt like such a Scrooge, but the holidays didn’t really appeal to him all that much since he grew up. Sure, “the season of giving,” and “peace on Earth, good will towards men” was well and good and all, but all the gift shopping and festivities and crowds… It was just too much stress and stimulation, every year it almost sent him into a meltdown. His parents never understood that, even after his autism diagnosis. They thought he was just… ill-behaved.

Naughty.

The one thing Brennan did like was the break from school, but his parents insisted on throwing a big family Christmas party every year, and put him to work preparing it.

For once, just once, Brennan wanted to have a nice, quiet Chris-

shff

Something small had slipped under Brennan’s door. He groaned, pulling himself out of bed and lumbering to the front. By his feet sat a small, pink envelope.

With a name on it.

Not HIS name.

But HER name.

Brennan snatched the envelope off the ground and closed the shutters.

How… how do they know that name? That’s the name I picked when I was little, how did… is it just a coincidence or something!?

He stared at the envelope for a few moments, and very carefully, opened it.

“Dear Ms. Brooke Colter. You are hereby invited to join the first annual Christmas Eve Slumber Party Extra Extravaganza hosted by the Psi Epsilon Mu Sorority tonight at 6:00pm EDT! Hope to see you there! (Sleeping bags, pillows, plushies, pajamas, pizza, and hot chocolate will all be provided free of charge…)

~Sincerely, the Sala U (Christmas) Cheer Squad”

Brennan looked up from the page, thoroughly confused.

This… has to be a joke, right? Someone, somewhere, somehow found out that I’m… that there’s something wrong with me… 

But… HOW? I’ve never even mentioned that name, to anyone, EVER!

Someone else knows that name… that’s impossible!

And yet, there it was, written in perfect pink cursive.

Unmistakeable.

Brooke Colter.

….well, they have free pizza, and I have no plans, so… fuck it, why not?

Things moved rather quickly after that. Brennan had barely knocked on the door when one of the girls he’d seen around from cheer squad, Jade, stood in plain grey pajamas and her signature dirty blonde dyed afro puff. Her face lit up as soon as she met Brennan’s eyes.

“Oh, Brooke! You’re here! Just in time for Spa Masks and a Movie! Come in, girl, I’ll introduce you to everyone!”

“Whuh-?” was about the only coherent word Brennan could manage until he was being dragged inside and brought face to face with a room full of cute girls.

This is a prank. A test. There’s something wrong with me. I don’t belong here I don’t belong here, I don’t- 

“Hey everyone! Brooke’s here!”

The room erupted into… cheers?

Soon, he was being paraded in front of one guest after another.

“This is my girlfriend, Holly!” A tired, sheepish looking girl with blonde hair waved meekly to Brennan. “Nice to meet you, Brooke…” she said in a warm but hushed tone.

An overly energetic, pear shaped girl with green eyes and cropped black hair ran up to shake Brennan’s hand. “Hi Brooke! I’m Olive! We’re all so so so so SO excited you came!!!”

 “And this is Bella and her girlfriend Vicky…” A freckle-faced preppy girl with a wry smile shot him a peace sign, and the short and stout goth girl Brennan recognized from photography class.

“And that’s Sabie Kim, she graduated last year but she’s still part of the family!”

Jade pointed to a girl, Brennan recognized as the previous performer behind their school mascot, Sabie the Tiger. Brennan had never really seen her outside her costume, so the girl looked rather ordinary to him,  aside from her blue and white ombre pixie cut.

“Happy to have you on board, Brooke!” she grinned, firmly shaking his hand.

Wow, she has one strong grip. Should probably get those nails trimmed tho, they feel more like claws….

“You’re our guest of honor tonight, so you get the massage chair tonight!”

Brennan was pushed into a soft, leather recliner, and with just the press of a button, any resistance he had slowly melted away as the vibrating massagers in the chair squeezed all of the tension from his aching muscles.

On the television, his favorite Christmas movie, Die Hard, was still rolling opening credits.

Was that just a coincidence, or…?

Before he could finish that thought, his shoes were removed, and his feet plunged into a soapy warm foot bath.

They carefully applied a nice moisturizing mask to his face. It felt cold and slimy, but also… strangely refreshing.

Brennan kept waiting for there to be some kind of punchline, a pie in his face, a phone snapping embarrassing photos, something.

But no, it was just…

Nice… this is really, really nice.

His muscles finally relaxed as he laid back and let himself drift into a nice, satisfied fugue state.

It was then, unbeknownst to him, that the changes began.

The foot bath didn’t just clean and soften his feet. Its influence reached all the way up, removing coarse hairs and muscles and leaving behind only soft, flawless ebony skin. The massage chair melted away his muscles until there were only full feminine curves left to round them out. Her back popped pleasantly as her bones shrank, her shoulders scrunched, and her frame turned downright petite. Something else shrank between her legs, leaving only a lovingly bloomed flower behind, but she hardly noticed it. The feeling was so good, the hairs on her head stood on end until they were growing into long, shoulder length locks. Finally, the carefully applied face mask seeped deep into her cheeks and disappeared, leaving behind only the unmistakable visage of a beautiful young woman.

Her eyes fluttered open just as the end credits began to roll.

“S-Sorry, I must have dozed… off… cough, sorry, I mean-?” Brooke’s voice sounded way off, like she’d swallowed a squeak toy. She tried to clear her throat, but no matter how hard she tried, she still sounded like a…

“No worries, Brooke! That spa treatment has you GLOWING right now! Wanna see…?” Jade handed Brooke a mirror, and Brooke couldn't help but notice how much taller Jade was now, how much smaller her hand was, and how much longer her nails were.

She looked into the glass and a girl, the spitting image of what could be her mother, or her sister, looked back.

Her heart gave a little flutter of recognition at first…

Oh… it’s ME…

But then gave way to a wave of guilt, and nausea.

No… this is wrong… this is impossible… Am I still dreaming? I can’t be…

Just then, Sabie returned from the kitchen holding a tray of piping hot chocolate.

Except Sabie wasn’t exactly human anymore.

No, Sabie was now a living, breathing saber toothed tiger standing on two legs, wearing human clothes, and everyone else was acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

A trap door opened somewhere underneath her and she dropped straight down from anxiety into panic.

She dropped the mirror, clutched her head, now full of WAY too much hair, and started hyperventilating.

“Br-Brooke?! Brooke, what’s wrong? What’s happening!?” Jade dropped to Brooke’s side, her face full of concern and urgency.

Something is wrong with me, something is wrong with me, something is WRONG with me, I’m not a girl, I’m not a girl, I’m not a girl, I’ve finally gone CRAZY haven’t I, oh GOD I’m CRAZY, and they’re going to take me away, please God no, it’s too much, it’s all too much, please-

“Wait… don’t crowd her! I’ve seen this before! This is just like one of my roomate Cass’s… what’s it called, meltdowns?!” Olive said, keeping the other worried girls at a distance as to not suffocate the poor girl.

Jade nodded, and took charge of the situation. “Got it. Olive, go borrow Cass’s headphones real quick! Holly, sweetie, grab a blanket and some pillows! Sabie, Bella, Vicky, dim the lights down and turn off the music!” The girls quickly scampered off to fulfill their assigned roles. Jade sat next to the girl, careful not to crowd her, as she rocked back and forth, tears in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry Brooke, I know this must be alot, but you’re SAFE. You’re not crazy, you're not dying, we just over stimmed you a bit and this feeling will pass.” Jade said in a deep, impossibly soothing voice.


“No.. no there’s something wrong with me, there’s DEFINITELY something wrong with me…” Brooke sobbed into her sleeve.

Jade hovered a hand over Brooke’s, and waited for permission to touch her. Brooke sniffled, and nodded, and Jade took her hand.

“Brooke, baby, listen to me very carefully: There is NOTHING wrong with you.”

Brooke continued rocking back and forth, but was stunned into a calm. Jade’s words were so genuine, delivered with such conviction, that Brooke couldn’t help but believe her.

The lights were dimmed, the music stopped, and Brooke was draped in a nice warm blanket. It took her a few minutes to finally calm down, and when she did, she of course had SO many questions, too many for one night. So she decided to just ask one.

“How…?”

The other girls glanced at each other, careful to word things in a way that wouldn’t overwhelm her again.

“Well… we’re… witches. But not the bad kind or anything! And we use our powers to, well, reveal peoples’ true selves.” Jade said, tapping her hands on her lap.

“And the c-cat…?”

Everyone looked to Sabie, who grinned apologetically. “Y-Yeah, sorry about that, my true self happens to be a cartoon tiger, so uh, I can see how that would be alarming to a new Innie…?”

“...Innie…?”

“We won’t get too into the weeds on it tonight, but there’s this thing called the Veil that keeps Outies, people without magic, from seeing Innies like Sabie as they are, or any other magic for that matter.” 

“Like… like augmented reality…?”

“Exactly!” Jade clapped like a supportive school teacher.

“I always thought of it more as a metaphor for the veneer of capitalism…” Bella murmured to herself.

“Funny, I thought it was an allegory for the patriarchy…” Holly said to herself ponderously, “So now that that’s out of the way… want me to do your nails…?”

“... Sure, okay…”

As Holly worked to clean up Brooke’s cuticles, the other girls relit the room and turned the music back up to a more comfortable volume.

“Do you want me to braid your hair?” Jade asked as she plopped on the blanket next to Brooke.

“Oh… y-yes, please…”

Jade set to work braiding Brooke’s hair into corn rows and tying the rest up in a puff like hers. Holly carefully coated each of her finger nails in adhesive, and pressed each individual pink nail into place. It was a strange feeling, her nails were even longer now, and typing would be a bitch. And yet… she liked it. She especially liked the way they clacked on the mug of her hot chocolate, and how they felt pressed gently into her palms whenever she made a fist. She giggled at her little discovery of a new stim.

“So… why me, then…?” she looked up to ask the small coven of witches enjoying their hot cocoa. “Why help me?”

Jade smiled. “It’s like our teacher Mrs Alcott says…

…’why not?’”

“Plus, she taught us better than to ignore someone in need when we finally have the power to do something about it!” Olive said with stars in her eyes.

“That’s why we have this little party every year…” Holly sat down next to Brooke, her voice a soft, sleepy coo.

Jade’s face turned melancholy. “Yeah, we’re kinda what you would call outcasts…”

“Outcasts…?”

Holly wrapped her arms comfortingly around Jade as she explained.

“Holly and I’s parents disowned us years ago when they found out we were gay…” she said, eyes drifting to the floor.

“... my parents kicked me out of the house when they caught me wearing a dress… I was sixteen…” Olive said with a sad sigh, “...I had to live on my own for a while. Somehow managed to crash with friends, finish highschool, and get into college…”

“Some of us don’t have families to go back to. Some things even a reality bending veil can’t fix…” Sabie hugged herself, claws sinking into her fur.

“But that’s why we decided to throw this party every year! No one deserves to be alone on Christmas!” Vicky piped up in a cheery tone.

“We don’t need those miserable fucks, anyways. We’ll make our own family. With blackjack. And hookers.” Bella smirked as she pulled Vicky into her lap with an adorable squeak.

Brooke felt her shoulders relax. This was nothing like the Christmas parties they threw back home.

She was actually… WELCOME here. She felt at ease, not just a ghost drifting among distant relatives, searching for purpose.

She was HOME.

“Soooooo, are there any boys you have your eye on, Brooke?” Olive said, face on her hands like a platter and feet kicking.

“Olive! I think she’s had enough paradigm shifts for one night,” Jade lightly scolded. “We don’t need to be questioning whether or not she’s into boys…”

“Or girls!” Vicky piped in.

Brooke’s face felt warm.

“Well… actually… now that you mention it… I think I DID always kind of have a thing for William… you know, the Werewolf guy from the Dusk series…?” Brooke admitted, her face feeling hotter than the chocolate in her hands.

“OH EM GEE!!! I LOVE THAT SERIES! I HAVE THE WHOLE BOX SET ON DVD! LEMME GO GET IT!” Olive was running upstairs before anyone could stop her.

“But… that’s not a Christmas movie…?” Brooke asked with concern, “...aren’t we only supposed to watch Christmas movies on Christmas…?”

“Who cares?! Who said it was a rule you could only watch one kind of movie on Christmas? Plus, it’s your favorite too, right?” Olive smiled as she slid the second movie’s disk out of its sleeve and into the DVD player.

“What’s important is we’re all together for Christmas. It doesn’t matter what kind of movie we watch…” Jade winked at Brooke.

Brooke’s core melted for a moment, and she had to fight back a tear.

“Th… thank you, Jade…”

“No problem, lil’ sis.”

Several movies and WAY too much popcorn later, the girls had all settled into their sleeping bags for the night. There were perfectly good beds upstairs, of course, but this felt more true to the sleepover tradition.

“Pssst… hey, Brooke? Are you asleep yet…?” Jade sat next to the little cocoon Brooke had curled herself into. A face popped out from the blankets.

“Not yet, why…?”

Jade smiled, and pulled a red velvet bag out from behind her. “I’ve got a little present for you in here, hold on…”

She reached in, and out she pulled-

“Pubby?!” Brooke squeaked before slapping her mouth shut in embarrassment.

It was “Pubby”, Brooke’s favorite wolf plushie from when she was a kid.

“But how did you find one… I thought these went out of print or… wait… his eye is missing too, just like- oh my GOD, my initials are on the TAG, this IS Pubby!!!”

She hugged the plush close. He was just as soft, just as comforting as she remembered.

“But… HOW?! My dad took him away when I was seven. He said ‘boys don’t carry stuffed toys around anymore at your age…’” the bitter memory of losing her best friend and comfort object soured the mood for just a moment.

“Our other friend, Casey, her ‘wand’ is actually toys and stuffed animals. I had her cast a spell on this bag so everyone would be reunited with their favorite toy for Christmas. Cheesy, I know…” Jade said, scratching her neck in embarrassment.

“But… sweet… thanks, ‘big sis’…” Brooke looked up to Jade, eyes bright with gratitude and hugging Pubby tight. Jade chucked and ruffled her little sister’s hair.

“Merry Christmas, Brooke.”

“Merry Christmas, Jade…”

And with that, Brooke tucked herself in, and fell into the most comfortable, and peaceful sleep of her life.

She was in a deep, dark forest, boots crunching in the snow. Her childhood best friend, William, had called her out here to tell her something. Something important. He stood by the tree they had engraved their initials on as kids, brooding. When he noticed her approach, his smoulder was replaced with a sad, longing smile.

“Brooke… before you get too close to me… there’s something you should know…”

The moon crept across the sky, sending pale blue light scattering across the forest floor. He stepped out of the shadow of the tree, and as soon as moonlight touched his skin, he began to change. A pelt of thick grey fur sprouted from his pores. His muscles and bones bulged and ripped through his clothes until he was almost seven feet tall. The warm smile she’d grown up with had given way to a snout and muzzle filled with ferociously sharp fangs. And his eyes… a deep, dark pool of inky black rimmed with gold, so deep you could drown in them.

William was a werewolf. She wouldn’t have believed it if she wasn’t seeing it with her own eyes.

He took her awestruck pause as rejection at first.

“I’m… sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… I didn’t want to put you in danger… if you don’t… if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I’ll understand, and I’ll-”

Brooke ran to him and wrapped her arms around his thick, furry frame. Her head just barely reached up to his chest now.

“You must have been so scared to tell me… and felt so alone…”

William choked back a tear, and then, oh so carefully, wrapped his paws around his girlfriends’ tiny form.

Gently, he took her chin in his claw, and tilted her eyes up to his.

“I… I want you, Brooke. What… what do you want me to do to you…?”

His eyes were hungry. She liked it.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me, William Grey.”

William threw his head back and howled in excitement. Then, he laid her gently on a snowless patch of grass, and less gently, ripped her pants clean off with his paws. She moaned as the cold winter air sent goose bumps across her skin, and tingled through her exposed slit.

He rocked his hips as he maneuvered his massive, rocket red wolf cock into position.

“Are you ready…?” he asked, like a dog begging for a treat.

She panted with desire, hot steam wafting off her blushing skin as she nodded in enthusiasm.

Slowly but surely, he pressed the tip into her folds, and plunged his cock deep inside her. The bell of his dick, followed by the smooth skin of his shaft, dragged against her clit, sending fireworks exploding up her body.

“Fuck… oh FUCK Will, that feels… haaahhh…” was all Brooke could manage in her ecstasy.

“Brooke… Brooklyn… I want you… I want you… I love you…” William growled as he slowly, methodically, and hungrily thrusted in and out of her.

They were a heaving, breathing, whimpering mass of fur, skin, and cloth crying into the night. The moon above highlighted every curve of her perfect form, every vein on his rock hard, throbbing-

“Uh, ladies…? Is Brooke…?”

“Sleep Wanking? Yeah, that’ll happen sometimes…”

“Should we like, DO something, or…?”

“Hell no, it’s bad luck to wake someone when they’re sleep wanking, ESPECIALLY before she’s finished. Plus, fuck it, it’s Christmas isn’t it? Let her enjoy it…”

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to Taagraa for the suggestion and sensitivity reading, to my Test Readers, to VioletVelvet and Zoey for editing and to all of my Patrons for your support!)