Truly Comfortable In Scaled Skin.

 Truly Comfortable In Scaled Skin.

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An 'Impostor' is a type of DA-Verse villain who can't stand being in their own skin so they choose to become someone else for the sake of feeling better about how pathetic their normal selves are. Jomhi Mallik was one of them, often choosing to take on the persona of a 'badass' Serbian warrior warlord with the eyes of an eagle,  mainly because he was overly obsessed with a meme called Remove Kebab and nobody took the meme seriously except him, he was a loud, pompous, overly aggressive, psychopathic, bloodthirsty lunatic who took nationalism to extremes in a way nobody even asked for and he accused others of being terorrists, calling them turks and unleashing his truly horrific wrath on innocent people.  Only one woman could stop him and that was Mel, Mel had heard he had been intent on stealing the amulet of the snake-like goddess Amaravia,  in order to harness true power.   He didn't hide his power mania, he wanted all of it.  Mel arrived at the museum where he was in the middle of stealing the amulet.  'Hold it right there.'  'You cannot stop me Turk scum, I shall become all powerful like a true Serbian warrior by obtaining this amulet.'  'That amulet is not yours and drop the Serbian act. You're a Caucassian supervillain who can shapeshift, you are an extreme nationalist with a bad case of power hunger,  you're not a Serbian warrior.'  'But I have eyes of an eagle and strength of bison.'  'And also you have brain the size of pea and fly like a moron.' 'Hey! Terrorist, you are going to attack my country.' 'I am not a terorrist, you're delusional.'

"We'll see how you feel about that once my almighty squad nukes your country."

"Again with the nuke threats? It's bad enough I had to deal with one psycho this year who tried to nuke Oakendale, but you make things a whole lot worse."

"I mean it."

'Remove Kebab is a meme, not a way of life.  You're not supposed to take it seriously. You're not supposed to be pretending to be from Serbia just because you have recently become obsessed with nationalism. I have become with mysticism but you don't see me claiming to be a psychic on television or anything.  Also by the way,  Borat called...he wants his gimmick back.'  'But I am not ripping anyone off.' 'You know, when Sacha Baron Cohen does the pretending to be from a foreign country gimmick at least it's harmless and at least he doesn't threaten to kill or nuke anyone, and at least when he pretends to be Borat it's not taken to ridiculous extremes unlike you.  I'm not the biggest fan of the movie or the character in general but at least I can feel glad knowing Borat will never threaten anyone.'  'What?'  'At least when Sacha and also Yakoff Smirnoff do that in my country schtick, they are not starting fights.'

"You will regret it..."

"Regret what?  Messing with a Caucasian playing make believe with his fake Serbian superpowers?"

"My powers are not fake."

"I've seen the videos, please...you couldn't cast a real spell even if you tried."'

"Oh yes I could."

"No offense but those fire spells you cast are all pyrotechnics,  that water spell is just done with Sony Vegas, and the shapeshifting spell is basically just done with morphing software.  You claim you are an almighty warrior but all I am saying is a phony, you even admitted you are only doing it for lulz. There's nothing funny about fake Nationalism or threatening to kill people."

"How dare you question my powers!"

"Your powers are fake...THIS is real magic!"

The koala-girl hovered in mid air as a dark energy field surrounded her,  her hair growing longer as vines emerged from her back and her eyes turned blood red, she cast a spell in the directiion of Johmi's minions, slowly turning them all into cockroaches before making a giant foot appear which squished them. 'Pests...can't live with em.'  'My army...you shall pay for this.'  He lunged at her in a fit of power-mania induced rage but as he did, he accidentally tripped and broke the amulet he was stealing in half...unleashing the spirit of a snake-like woman, this was the goddess herself...he had unknowningly freed her,  and it looked like she had an interest in his body.  'Now you've done it.  I hope you enjoy sharing your body with a 2,15 year old snake-goddess.'  'Huh?'

Indeed, the snake goddess Amarvia fancied Johmi, she wanted Jomhi's body...a body like his could do wonders for her, she was eternally sexy and young..yes, but she feared what would happen if she was to lose her immortality, would she weaken, would she get older until she basically became akin to a mummy, or would she just simply die.  Even gods and goddesses feared death and she was one of those that did, she looked at him and licked her lips seductively...using her feminine wiles and hypnotic voice, she hypnotized him and swayed him into letting her control him,  he was hesitant at first but ultimately he fell,  that sinewy but obviously somewhat youthful body of his would come in handy.  She ran her fingers threw his hair before blowing him a kiss and taking on a smokey form, she entered his mouth and dove down his throat..possessing him in the process, a marking on his hand which resembled a snake bite materialized as it lit up and burned, giving him a burning sensation.   The sensation didn't hurt, well it did but only mildly as his skin softened and smoothened, darkening in the process as dark brownish scales developed on his chest and torso and along his arms, his chest and torso began to fill out, as a pair of formations known as breasts slowly began to develop on the former.

His arms lengthened and contorted, his hands shrank while his fingernails lengthened, also developing pointed tips that resembled claws, his stomach developed some tonage his hips flared out and developed curves while his legs lengthened and his feet shrank down in size, his clothing slowly turning into an elegant gown as his privates retracted...in his mind he could hear her conditioning him, speaking with him, telling him to give in, and to let her 'slip' into his skin, to mold him. He couldn't help but obey those orders as his back arched and the scales coated his shoulders, while he didn't develop a snake-like tail he did grew in height as his shoulders shrank inward.  His hair lengthened, turning from brownish red to jet black as his eyes widened, eyelashes blossoming around them as his pupils became slitted, his eyes turning a golden yellowish color in the proccess.  His eyebrows thinned as his scars faded, his neckline lengthened as a jewelled up crown-like head piece materialized on the top of his head, his nose shrank as his lips plumped up.

"Mmmm...yes, this is good mistress. I love this body."

"That's right, all your life you have been uncomfortable in your own skin so now I am granting you a much better one."

"Thank you, mistress."

"You want to be able to be powerful and respected, so I will give you both of those."

Johmi couldn't help but be entranced by the entire process, desiring nothing more than to be a beautiful immortal snake-woman just like Amarvia herself,  Amarvia's exotic and hypnotic voice was conditioning him into giving in and he was more than happy to do so, bit by bit Mel saw the tough guy facade of her foe slowly fading away into nothingness,  but he didn't need that persona anymore, since the one he was gaining in its place was much better and easier on the eyes.  His teeth brightened as he lost a bit of the dirt on his face, he was even forgetting why he even started fights with all those people to begin with,  if he wanted to be respected..it didn't make sense to start fights with people that clearly didn't harm him in the slightest,  if anything he was beginning to sympathize more with the victims.  Those people were victimized by him when clearly they weren't doing anything wrong,  he was just rude and horrible to them.  That's when he realized, that maybe being an asshole to them when they didn't even harm him at all wasn't the smartest move he made.

He examined his body for a few seconds as his canines sharpened, resembling fangs as his features feminized and contorting, becoming those of an exotic goddess as Amarvia's seductive personality and kind nature were permantely implanted into his mind, making him think he had been her the entire time as his voice feminized, growing a bit lowly but also becoming mature and sultry...making him sound a lot like her and giving her a voice that sounded a lot like he was played/voiced by Wendi Mallick, who is what Amarvia's voice was modelled on.  She laughed to herself as her transformation completed,  all traces of  Johmi were no more as the alluring snake-goddess took over.  Amarvia hissed seductively as she puffed herself up, giving herself a slightly MILF-like build.  'Ah, much better.'  'I must say you do clean up nicely.'  'Indeed I do.'  'So did you learn anything?'

"I learned that it's definitely much more comfortable to be in your own skin as opposed to be in the skin of someone else."

"That's right, and your natural skin is beautiful, it's all natural. Just like you."

"All supernatural is what I think you mean because I am a goddess."

"Of course I haven't forgotten that."

"By the way, that Johmi...mmmm, I love me a man who puts on a tough facade but is easy to sway to the other side. Seeing his facade melt away like that as he fell under my spell is what makes me glad to be as powerful as I am. Of course I didn't get my legion of followers from that alone."

"That's what I love about you, you're you...no matter how weird things get, you're you."

Amarvia chuckled to herself, showing off her glamorous body and hissing seductively..mimicking how a snake hisses, Mel could tell from the look on her face that she was proud of who she was, and who she was - was a powerful immortal snake-like goddess with the ability to entrance people and make them do as she commanded them to do, and she didn't need to put on a fake persona in order to do it since her natural persona was what that was needed for the job.  Sometimes it really is better to be comfortable in your own skin instead of trying to slip into the skin of someone you clearly aren't, and to all nationalist wannabes out there, be careful...the only kebab you should be removing, is the ones on skewers that you can get at local restaurants,  next time you get inspired by a meme, remember it's just a meme and not a way of life.