From Monique to Demonique (dark magic fur story)

You went shopping with your girlfriend, Monique. She wanted to "just look" at an expensive coat that had caught her eye a few days ago.

Knowing that you don't enjoy shopping, she agreed that you would wait for her in a coffee shop while she looked at the coat. She said it would take her "no more than half an hour".

So you waited there, not knowing what was going on.

She entered the shop and walked over to the coat. She touched it. It was a wonderful, powerful, magical feeling. It was as if an electric current was energising her body. She closed her eyes and lost herself in her thoughts for a while.

Then, the decision came.

She had to have this coat. Regardless of its crazy price tag, no amount of money could make her feel the way this coat made her feel.

She added a black shirt, as the white one looked silly with the coat, and she kept it on when paying.

The feeling was immense.

'I need to do a bit more,' she thought. 'He will wait for me.' With her new coat on, this suddenly felt much more like a command than an idea.

Half an hour passed quickly in the café, but Monique did not appear. You were relaxed about it; she was often late, and you knew how it went when girls went shopping. But after another half an hour had passed, you started to feel impatient.

'Darling, are you coming?' you texted her.

No reply for more than 20 minutes. Then, finally, the phone beeped.

'Wait'.

That was all. Just 'wait'. So you waited. For another hour. Nothing. You didn't want to look like an impatient, weak jerk. You didn't want to bother her when she clearly told you to wait. But after another 20 minutes of embarrassment, you could not hold it in any longer.

'Darling, are you OK?' you texted.

Another uneasy 20 minutes passed. Just as you were about to call her, a reply arrived:

'Said wait!'

So sharp and commanding! She was never like that. What's happening? But her authoritative tone compelled you to obey.

After a while, you got hungry and ordered a meal. It took them almost another 20 minutes to prepare it. By the time they finally served you, a new message had arrived.

'Ground floor, beauty salon CruBella. Come right now, no waiting.'

Confused you left the meal, paid, and hurriedly left the café, rushing to the ground floor. But she wasn't there. Had she left already? You looked again.

You saw the back of the mysterious dark-haired girl in the black fur coat.

Then she turned around. It was Monique! She looked so different that you struggled to recognise her. Even her voice was different. Her once happy, kind, almost singing voice had gone, and she now spoke in a harsh, distant tone.

'What took you so long? I want you to follow my commands precisely. Admiring my new appearance? I'm not surprised. This is my new identity. I can't believe I managed to live without it for so long! I feel so powerful now! I'm far above the level you can even imagine, and far above you. Our game of 'equality' is over. You will remain by my side, not as my equal partner, but as my personal servant.

The old 'Monique' is gone. My new name, 'Demonique', is now tattooed on my left sole. You will have many opportunities to admire it closely.'