Symbiotic Partnership
Symbiotic Partnership
Retro Donald Trump FTM TG
NOTE:
This deals with a very touchy subject and if you are offended by this, please remember this is satirical and as such shouldn't be taken seriously, which means you should probably save your complaining for something more serious. Also the following questions are not allowed: 'WHY?' 'WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?' 'WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THIS?' and 'WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?' and also no meme-lording please. Trump jokes and roleplaying are allowed.
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Dalma was the kind of woman who could never catch a break, always being the butt of the joke and in the receiving end of an abusive predator/prey relationship with her boyfriend Devon - she was tired of it all and wanted to speak out against them. That's when one night she decided to do something about it, she was on her way to her boyfriend's apartment when she got lost and winded up in a part of town that had little to no humans except herself. This part of the town was inhabited by monsters, creatures known as 'Nightbreed', all vampiric in nature without being well...actual vampires.
She was wandering through this particular part of town when she encountered one of the creatures, this creature was roughly humanoid in appearance - resembling Donald Trump in the 1989 film "Ghosts Can't Do It". He sounded just like him as well, which was to say he had his voice to match. But he had long fingernails that were akin to claws.
"And just what is a human like you doing here?"
"Uhhh...I don't know, I just got lost and..."
"Oh, i'm sorry. It's just well there's a strict law regarding humans entering this particular area. But I suppose if you are lost, I guess I could help you. I am Trumpbiote by the way. Welcome to the breed..mind if I show you around?"
"Nice to meet you, i'm Dalma..."
"Likewise..."
"So what are you?"
"It's hard to say, i'm basically what you might call a vampire, only i'm not your typical type of vampire. There is a word for us, they call us Nightbreed. I am the leader of a group of Nightbreed, a cabal if you will."
"That's really interesting..."
"So how did you wind up getting lost anyway?"
"Well I was my own way to my boyfriend's apartment to give him a piece of my mind. I'm in an abusive relationship with him and I've had enough of him ordering me around. He's not just giving me any room to breathe at all."
"Perhaps I can help..."
Dalma hesitated, she was slightly afraid of what Trumpbiote was capable of but he seemed decent enough, she still was suspicous of him though...he clearly had that 'villain' look about him. She followed him over to the main area that his 'cabal' was located and listened to what he had to say, getting to know him and taking advice from him, she got to know him pretty well and spent several hours with him, a few hours later she began to notice something was off.
She felt light-hearted and even a little bit thirsty, and then when she got up, she found herself trapped in an invisible barrier or 'wall' of some kind that prevented her from escaping, she panicked several times as she tried to figure a way out, but then she began to feel even stranger than before...a few gurgling sounds emitted from her stomach as her body slowly started to expand in build starting with her arms, followed by her hands enlarging with her chest and torso following suit, her skintone glistening and roughening a bit as her breasts retracted into the former.
Her clothing slowly tore apart and morphed itself into a business suit, shirt and pants along with a long, dark red tie that wrapped itself around her neck and cascaded down to almost being stomach level as her legs broadened along with her feet, in addition to this her rear shrank several sizes and her privates altered into the more mannish variant, she slowly grew in height to 6'2 and now weighed around 198-236lbs of not quite fat but not quite muscle either, her back and shoulders broadening and widening in the process - as a new set of instincts began to kick in. Her hair slowly fluffed up, slinking itself back and turning platinum blonde as her brow became a bit more pronounced, her eyebrows thickening and blonding as her eyes widened, turning an icy shade of blue in the process.
She felt her face as her nose broadened, her lips losing a bit of their femininity as her cheekbones sharpened, her jawline broadening a bit as her neckline altered, her features morphing and reshaping themselves until she looked like she could be his twin, her voice altered accordingly to give her Trump's voice and mannerisms to go with her appearance. Her or rather his memories shifted, replacing all traces of Dalma with those of 80's era Donald Trump. Donald shook his head for a few seconds as his transformation completed itself, looking at Trumpbiote in a bemused manner as if he was looking at his own reflection, of course he was a very 'fierce' and 'powerful' force to be reckoned with and he definitely knew it.
"Wow....I can't thank you enough..."
"No thanks are necessary. I helped you show what you're really capable of. You're not gonna be pushed around anymore, I can promise you this. This 'symbiotic partnership' of ours is indeed a great one."
"I can agree with you on that."
"Good..welcome to the cabal..."
And thus with that a new era began, that era being the era of Trumpbiote and his fellow Nightbreeds. They ruled the night and took back what was rightfully theirs, with the newly transformed Donald assisting them and coming up with various plans to rise up against the humans that had cast them astray. Yep, the night definitely belonged to them, no ifs, ands or buts and no questions asked.
As for what happened later on, the new Donald discovered his half supernatural side and decided to use it for his advantage but he never did anything too evil or immoral, in fact he just stuck to thinking of plans and helping other supernaturals rebel against humans and doing the best he could to survive in such harsh conditions.
Remember my friends, there are predators and there are prey...you don't want to be the prey all your life, so you should definitely consider being the predator instead, especially if you are sick and tired of being abused and treated like nothing more than a piece of prey by the predators in your own life.
Retro Donald Trump FTM TG
NOTE:
This deals with a very touchy subject and if you are offended by this, please remember this is satirical and as such shouldn't be taken seriously, which means you should probably save your complaining for something more serious. Also the following questions are not allowed: 'WHY?' 'WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?' 'WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THIS?' and 'WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?' and also no meme-lording please. Trump jokes and roleplaying are allowed.
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Dalma was the kind of woman who could never catch a break, always being the butt of the joke and in the receiving end of an abusive predator/prey relationship with her boyfriend Devon - she was tired of it all and wanted to speak out against them. That's when one night she decided to do something about it, she was on her way to her boyfriend's apartment when she got lost and winded up in a part of town that had little to no humans except herself. This part of the town was inhabited by monsters, creatures known as 'Nightbreed', all vampiric in nature without being well...actual vampires.
She was wandering through this particular part of town when she encountered one of the creatures, this creature was roughly humanoid in appearance - resembling Donald Trump in the 1989 film "Ghosts Can't Do It". He sounded just like him as well, which was to say he had his voice to match. But he had long fingernails that were akin to claws.
"And just what is a human like you doing here?"
"Uhhh...I don't know, I just got lost and..."
"Oh, i'm sorry. It's just well there's a strict law regarding humans entering this particular area. But I suppose if you are lost, I guess I could help you. I am Trumpbiote by the way. Welcome to the breed..mind if I show you around?"
"Nice to meet you, i'm Dalma..."
"Likewise..."
"So what are you?"
"It's hard to say, i'm basically what you might call a vampire, only i'm not your typical type of vampire. There is a word for us, they call us Nightbreed. I am the leader of a group of Nightbreed, a cabal if you will."
"That's really interesting..."
"So how did you wind up getting lost anyway?"
"Well I was my own way to my boyfriend's apartment to give him a piece of my mind. I'm in an abusive relationship with him and I've had enough of him ordering me around. He's not just giving me any room to breathe at all."
"Perhaps I can help..."
Dalma hesitated, she was slightly afraid of what Trumpbiote was capable of but he seemed decent enough, she still was suspicous of him though...he clearly had that 'villain' look about him. She followed him over to the main area that his 'cabal' was located and listened to what he had to say, getting to know him and taking advice from him, she got to know him pretty well and spent several hours with him, a few hours later she began to notice something was off.
She felt light-hearted and even a little bit thirsty, and then when she got up, she found herself trapped in an invisible barrier or 'wall' of some kind that prevented her from escaping, she panicked several times as she tried to figure a way out, but then she began to feel even stranger than before...a few gurgling sounds emitted from her stomach as her body slowly started to expand in build starting with her arms, followed by her hands enlarging with her chest and torso following suit, her skintone glistening and roughening a bit as her breasts retracted into the former.
Her clothing slowly tore apart and morphed itself into a business suit, shirt and pants along with a long, dark red tie that wrapped itself around her neck and cascaded down to almost being stomach level as her legs broadened along with her feet, in addition to this her rear shrank several sizes and her privates altered into the more mannish variant, she slowly grew in height to 6'2 and now weighed around 198-236lbs of not quite fat but not quite muscle either, her back and shoulders broadening and widening in the process - as a new set of instincts began to kick in. Her hair slowly fluffed up, slinking itself back and turning platinum blonde as her brow became a bit more pronounced, her eyebrows thickening and blonding as her eyes widened, turning an icy shade of blue in the process.
She felt her face as her nose broadened, her lips losing a bit of their femininity as her cheekbones sharpened, her jawline broadening a bit as her neckline altered, her features morphing and reshaping themselves until she looked like she could be his twin, her voice altered accordingly to give her Trump's voice and mannerisms to go with her appearance. Her or rather his memories shifted, replacing all traces of Dalma with those of 80's era Donald Trump. Donald shook his head for a few seconds as his transformation completed itself, looking at Trumpbiote in a bemused manner as if he was looking at his own reflection, of course he was a very 'fierce' and 'powerful' force to be reckoned with and he definitely knew it.
"Wow....I can't thank you enough..."
"No thanks are necessary. I helped you show what you're really capable of. You're not gonna be pushed around anymore, I can promise you this. This 'symbiotic partnership' of ours is indeed a great one."
"I can agree with you on that."
"Good..welcome to the cabal..."
And thus with that a new era began, that era being the era of Trumpbiote and his fellow Nightbreeds. They ruled the night and took back what was rightfully theirs, with the newly transformed Donald assisting them and coming up with various plans to rise up against the humans that had cast them astray. Yep, the night definitely belonged to them, no ifs, ands or buts and no questions asked.
As for what happened later on, the new Donald discovered his half supernatural side and decided to use it for his advantage but he never did anything too evil or immoral, in fact he just stuck to thinking of plans and helping other supernaturals rebel against humans and doing the best he could to survive in such harsh conditions.
Remember my friends, there are predators and there are prey...you don't want to be the prey all your life, so you should definitely consider being the predator instead, especially if you are sick and tired of being abused and treated like nothing more than a piece of prey by the predators in your own life.
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