The Black Goat of Kent, Ohio

[misheard]

Title: The Black Goat of Kent, Ohio
Fandom: Original
Character(s): Flaura, Shub-Niggurath
Pairing(s): None
Genre: fluff/Humor
Word Count: 475
Rating: PG
Warnings: Internalized transphobia
Summary: Flaura summons a Great Old One in her college dorm.
Notes:

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This magic circle is the most complicated thing Flaura's drawn in her life, and she took an architecture class once for the credits.

Keys here, pentagrams here and here, eldritch scrawl she doesn't understand here… This is a bad enough idea even if it successfully summons the being she's after; getting some random other cosmic horror from an incorrect circle probably will result in her being eaten or driven insane or both.

She double and triple checks the circle with the illustration in the book she borrowed, then clasps her hands together. "Oh great and bountiful Shub-Niggurath, answer my humble prayer!"

For a moment, nothing happens, and Flaura feels a sense of resignation. Of course this wouldn't work, why would she ever think anything good could happen to her-

Then the circle starts to twist and warp. From a growing cloud of dark miasma, a woman's deep, sultry voice answers her. "For what purpose do you call upon my power?"

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Be cool. Do not fuck this up for yourself.

"I, um, I-" Flaura swallows and tries again. "Oh mighty and merciful Shub-Niggurath, please turn me into a woman!" Pause. "…Like, physically, I mean?"

"That's all?" If an eldritch being can sound bewildered, this one does. "You don't want to be the most beautiful woman on Earth, at least?"

"Oh! Um. I mean, it'd be great to be hot too, but…" She rubs her neck. This is not going how she thought it might. "Just turning me into a girl would be good enough, if that's okay?"

"Oh, honey, of course that's okay," the voice coos. "Close your eyes."

Flaura closes her eyes, because not actually witnessing her flesh warp into new shapes sounds like a good idea. She's expecting agony, but the most she feels is a tiny pinch, and then a sudden weight.

"All done," announces Almost Definitely Shub-Niggurath.

Opening her eyes, Flaura looks to the mirror. She looks like… herself. Like she's always imagined herself in her head, instead of the body she was born with. This is a body she can feel belongs to her.

And yes, tits for days and an ass that won't quit are great, but she's happiest just to have a body she feels comfortable in.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you - uh, do I need to do an animal sacrifice or…?" She has no idea how she would sneak a goat onto a college campus, but somehow she would find a way.

The voice laughs, not unkindly. "For that little favor? Consider it a free sample. But if you ever want secrets beyond mankind's comprehension or limitless arcane power, call me."

"Oh, sure!" She definitely will not do that. "Thanks again!"

The miasma disappears, and Flaura makes a mental note to give the Temple of the All-Mother a five star rating on Yelp.