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Dottore breathed a sigh of relief in her brand new form. A form she had forged herself; long hair, feminine body, and she has become the moon itself. Columbina wasn’t worthy of being the Moon Goddess, she was pathetic. Small. Too weak to properly utilize the Moon’s authority, especially considering she only was in possession of one. She remembered looking up into the false sky when she was younger, longing to become the moon itself. After all, in most mythology about the moon, it was referred to as a woman with gorgeous long hair, and a voice more beautiful than a siren’s. If the concept of the moon could be a girl, why couldn’t she?
Dottore strapped on her heeled boots, standing tall and proud. This is what she deserved. Dottore deserved this power, and this comfort. She slid on only a short sleeveless coat over her arms. Gods don’t get cold. And her mask, yes, she couldn’t forget her mask… Dottore slid on her mask, new and improved to match her new look. She wasn’t usually vain, but she stood in front of a mirror to gaze upon herself. She had to admit, she was striking. Dottore turned, looking at her pretty, long hair. Should she braid it..? She had straightened her hair [frying it again for the umpteenth time this century], so at least she could do a bigger braid easier. Dottore struggled for a moment, especially with such long hair. She eventually let go, deciding on loose hair. It may get in her way, but who cared? She wanted to show it off!
Dottore grabbed some extra necessities, ready to go out and conquer the Moons, the universe, and have a chance at putting the gods in their place.