From Regular Girl to Bitchin' Boss: A POV Transformation Story

You awaken to a strangely sonorous muse of harmonious melodies. Moxxie loved starting his morning with his violin. As the notes echo along your bedroom, or what you thought was your bedroom, there’s a startling sensation. Your hands are entranced by a song they’ve been destined to play, though your conscious mind doesn’t own it. As you catch a glance of reflection in the polished wood of the violin, things start to shift. Your face contorts, eyes becoming more circular, widening with curiosity on this sudden yet altogether not alarming transformation. Your hair, if long and luscious, shortens to nothing, your head enveloped by a sharp navy blue bowler hat. Eyebrows thin out to a delicate arch, a new emphasis on your now slightly larger eyes that have taken a dewy shade of amethyst. Your skin adopts a lighter shade of burgundy, while your once human lips are replaced with softer, more animalistic ones. A swift move, and you observe a pair of violet curved horns extending from your bowler hat. A glance downward reveals a small slender body clothed in a purple bow-tie and a white collared shirt with bunched-up sleeves, tucked into dark trousers. In fact, your entire stature has shrunk down a bit, your form feeling strangely comfortable and flexible in the body of an imp. You can't help but chuckle, the sound not your own but Moxxie’s - confident, nonetheless; it thrills you. The melody you’ve been playing wraps itself around you like a warm blanket, changing your mental awareness. Your memories as a human decay, replaced by fresh memories injected with a wicked sense of humour, a familiar and yet foreign life filled with mischief, mayhem, and chaotic camaraderie. Contained within is a passionate love for your spouse Millie, and a begrudging respect for your boss, Blitz. You recall a life spent in the bustling Cannibal Colony of Hell, working for I.M.P (Immediate Murder Professionals). Around you, the reality distorts. Your once comfortable feminine/masculine room starts shifting into a different one altogether. The beige walls bleed into a grim tone of grey, splattered with touches of dark humour in the form of portraits, adornments, and all sorts of infernal gadgets. Your quiet and peaceful world takes on a chaotic one, Hell from VivziePop's Helluva Boss. You're fully embraced the transformation by now and there are no traces of your past self. The melody continues to play with more vigour, as if telling a tale of imps, Hell and the rambunctious yet fulfilment overall that is your life. As the last note of your Violin trails off, you lift an impish eyebrow to the mirror and adjust the bowler hat with an affirming nod. The worries of your previous life have receded; you are now Moxxie, the exuberant, musical, and sarcastically charming imp of the underworld with a life to treasure, a spouse to love and a boss to tolerate.