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Imagine for a moment that you woke up from a dream.
And in that dream, you thought you did everything right.
You made no mistakes. You made no missteps.
The top of class. The straight-A student. The high-paying job.
In other words, the good girl.
Everyone thought that you had your shit together.
You were confident and friendly, yet always professional and dependable.
You took pride in your accomplishments.
You had it made.
Until one day... something woke up.
You didn't notice it at first, but your old self was gone.
The new you looked in the mirror, not in horror... but in admiration. You smiled.
A long vulpine body with a beautiful sandfox coat! You were a goddess.
All you needed now was a pretty red dress and nobody could look away.
You were gifted with unusual powers. You were faster. Stronger. Sleeker. Like a superhero!
In celebration, I decided to call this new persona Vixen.
Not because I was concerned about hiding my identity,
but because I felt she deserved her own distinction.
It would be no fun if it was just boring old me, right?
But that was fine. I loved Vixen, but I also loved myself... right?
After a night of fun, that boring old me eventually came home.
Because I still had a life to return to, no?
Except... when I revisited this old me... The one I thought I knew so well...
I noticed things I never saw before.
And those things... were always there. I just never realized it.
All I could fixate on were the mistakes I made. The risks I never took.
I was so worried about how I was perceived that nothing else mattered.
I never fucked up because I never tried.
Suddenly, this idealistic life I spent so long building felt... hollow. Empty.
I couldn't cry because I was too mad.
And so Vixen came back. Again and again and again.
She was everything I never got to be. The mysterious bitch. The troublemaker.
I encountered it all: freaks and thugs, organized crime, curses and spells. It's a strange city.
Vixen was a name people knew, yet rarely saw. She was a creature of the night.
She was the real me now.
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And in that dream, you thought you did everything right.
You made no mistakes. You made no missteps.
The top of class. The straight-A student. The high-paying job.
In other words, the good girl.
Everyone thought that you had your shit together.
You were confident and friendly, yet always professional and dependable.
You took pride in your accomplishments.
You had it made.
Until one day... something woke up.
You didn't notice it at first, but your old self was gone.
The new you looked in the mirror, not in horror... but in admiration. You smiled.
A long vulpine body with a beautiful sandfox coat! You were a goddess.
All you needed now was a pretty red dress and nobody could look away.
You were gifted with unusual powers. You were faster. Stronger. Sleeker. Like a superhero!
In celebration, I decided to call this new persona Vixen.
Not because I was concerned about hiding my identity,
but because I felt she deserved her own distinction.
It would be no fun if it was just boring old me, right?
But that was fine. I loved Vixen, but I also loved myself... right?
After a night of fun, that boring old me eventually came home.
Because I still had a life to return to, no?
Except... when I revisited this old me... The one I thought I knew so well...
I noticed things I never saw before.
And those things... were always there. I just never realized it.
All I could fixate on were the mistakes I made. The risks I never took.
I was so worried about how I was perceived that nothing else mattered.
I never fucked up because I never tried.
Suddenly, this idealistic life I spent so long building felt... hollow. Empty.
I couldn't cry because I was too mad.
And so Vixen came back. Again and again and again.
She was everything I never got to be. The mysterious bitch. The troublemaker.
I encountered it all: freaks and thugs, organized crime, curses and spells. It's a strange city.
Vixen was a name people knew, yet rarely saw. She was a creature of the night.
She was the real me now.
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File Size 4.97 MB
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