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Human life
The Vee's had a day off today, so Vox decided to spend the day in his pajamas with his sharks and a burger from his favorite place in his territory. However, Val and Vel dragged him into the living room and forced him to watch movies.
Everything was fine, the movies were good, and when I put on my favorite movie from my childhood, "The Wizard of Oz," we were halfway through the movie when Val opened his big mouth and asked a question.
"Hey Voxxy, what was your life like?"
"Val...what do you need to know? Who I was doesn't matter in hell."
"Come oooooon papi! I'll tell you about my life!"
"Me too, I'm curious who you were, mate. You mentioned something about working in television."
"Okay, but it's nothing special. I was born in Virginia in the first half of the 20th century, a normal childhood until World War I, when my father was drafted, and after the war he started abusing me and my mother. Once, I was playing with dolls with my little sister, and my father saw it and hit me. During the Great Depression, my parents barely survived, I don't know how, but at some point, my parents somehow got meat, I still don't know where. But I met them a few years after I died, here in Hell."
"Vox, I think your parents killed someone and fed them to you."
"Fuck. Never mind, I'll think about it later. After college, I married my ex-wife, and we had two daughters together. She stayed home and sometimes did odd jobs, and I was the weatherman. I was jealous of the news guy; he was an asshole, didn't deserve it, was racist towards me, and well... I killed him. After that, I became a news guy, and a few years later, I killed a talk show host. I was jealous and he was an asshole. I became a talk show host, and for years, I killed rivals for one reason or another. Eventually, I became the head of a television station. But I decided to be more than that, and I started a cult, and during one meeting, a television fell on my head and killed me."
"Wow. Okay, now it's my turn! I was born in London, a weird kid with a single mom, you know, no friends, racism because I'm black, and I was born a boy."
"Wait... you can change your gender!?"
"Yeah, I never felt comfortable as a boy, I played with girls and wore my mom's makeup. I didn't feel like my body fit who I was, it's like trying to fit a puzzle piece where it doesn't belong."
"Heh... I have to think about that, I'm going to Shock.Wav."
I returned to my room, where I sat on the floor by the Shock.Wav aquarium. My Sharkie swam towards me and smacked the glass where I was sitting.
"Shock.Wav...is there something wrong with me? Is it normal that what Velvette said completely resonates with me? Is it normal that I hate my body? I'm really an idiot...why did I agree to this?" I said to myself, then went to the bathroom, where I took off my pajamas, and stood naked in front of the mirror. I finally understood, at least a little, the deep hatred I felt for my body, and it wasn't related to my form. But...it's impossible...right? I lived a completely normal life on Earth! I'll survive as a man in hell.
Right? Back on Earth, when I was in a bad place financially, I worked as a drag queen at some random gay club. And I loved it. Dresses, makeup, and huge wigs. They were my escape after a hard day's work when I was just an intern. As soon as I became a weather presenter, I stopped hanging out at clubs and dressing up in pretty dresses.
I felt good... Am I sure I'm not trans?
I need to make sure! I quickly grabbed my phone and typed "Am I trans?" into the search bar. A quiz popped up, I quickly filled it out, and the results... surprisingly, I wasn't surprised.
"There's a high probability you're trans, it's fucking obvious, dude."
Fuck.
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Clothes
Vox woke up cuddled up to Valentino after a night full of... spice. I went to the bathroom, where I tried not to look in the mirror. The pants of the suit I'd been wearing for years felt uncomfortable and tight around my legs, but I got over it and got dressed. Then I started making myself a bowl of cereal with milk and a black coffee.
No Karen came to complain about my products first thing in the morning, which worked perfectly; they were just too stupid to use them properly.
I fed my sharks with one Karen who yelled at me. I had a few meetings, including with Zeezi, who wanted me to send some more power to her main club because she was planning a week-long rave without a break and needed it for the lights, music, colorful lamps, etc.
I also had a really delicious caramel latte with a strawberry donut, and then I people-watched in my special room. It was fun, I saw Valentino's assistant get run over by Velvette's limousine.
The day was going well until Velvette made a bet with me on how many times we'd run into Karen, and I lost.
And now I'm behind the curtain in her room, holding a blue and black dress in my hands.
I was nervous...and excited at the same time? It's just a damn dress! It's not like it's going to change his worldview, right? I'd already worn them in my life and felt good in them, so wearing a dress now wouldn't change anything.
So I stripped down to my underwear and put on the dress, buttoned it up in the back, and put on the heels Velvette had me wear. With the skill of someone who'd done it before. Because I'd done it before.
I stepped out from behind the curtain, swaying slightly on my heels. Velvette gasped in delight and took pictures of me. She led me to the mirror where...I couldn't believe it was me. I looked the same...and different? My body hadn't changed, but the dress hugged my rectangular torso so tightly that I looked...like I had curves. I felt...good? Just like when I worked in clubs when I was younger.
"You're a beautiful girl, luv."
"I am...beautiful?"
No, no, no, no! This isn't okay! I'm a man! I have a dick! I-I can't be a woman!
I can't! Velvette can! She was created to be a woman! She always knew that!
I...don't. I'm just a guy who likes to dress up as a woman.
I heard Velvette say something to me and felt her touch on my shoulder.
I panicked, transformed into electricity, and teleported to my room, where I lay down on the bed, cried heavily and uncomfortably, took off the dress and heels, and put them on the dresser...not knowing what to do with them.
I'm sorry, Velvette...but I'm not cut out for this.
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Voice
I haven't spoken to anyone lately, not Ethan, Velvette, or Valentino. When I needed to communicate, I did it through email, text messages, voice-to-speak, and sign language.
I didn't know why I didn't want to speak. After the incident with the dress that was still on the dresser, I just woke up...and couldn't utter a single sound. I don't really remember what I did that day, but I clearly remember fiddling with my cables and code.
And now...I didn't speak. I just suddenly stopped. Did I screw something up when I was stressed?
Never mind, I focused on Valentino's fur. They were cuddling after sex. Today was a rough day. Vox had to deal with Karen, who wouldn't leave him alone, and most of the Sinners who worked for Valentino had to take a week off because one of them came down with syphilis, and they have to wait for everyone to recover because he infected almost everyone else.
Val stroked his back and whispered sweet words to me. God, I love him so much!
"I love you, mi carino."
"I love you too, Val." Oh shit...I said something! But...why do I have a woman's voice!?
"Vox? Amorcito? Is everything okay?''
"My voice...why do I sound like a woman!? What happened!? It shouldn't sound like that! I'm not a woman! Right?"
"Honey...you're a woman. You have to accept yourself. I can't watch you hate yourself and be unhappy, Vox."
He...called me a woman...why did it feel so right?
"Val...I can't! I'm not a woman! I don't deserve this! Why is my body just not fitting in now!? Everything was normal before! I felt fine! Vel always knew!"
"Vox, no trans experience is the same! One of my souls was born a man and she discovered she was a woman only after death, and when I was new in hell, I worked with a guy who always knew he was a guy. Everyone's different, honey. Maybe you didn't understand this before, honey, but remember...I will love you no matter what gender you are."
"Okay..."
I don't believe him, I know he loves me and I love him. But I don't believe him. I don't deserve to be a woman. I treated my wife, my secretary, and almost every other female person like shit when I was alive. That was normal back then; women were considered beneath men, considered fit only for wives and mothers, and I was part of the problem.
I recently heard a very wise thing from Velvette. How many Einsteins spent their lives cooking, how many Mozarts bent over the stove instead of the piano, just because they had the misfortune of being born a woman?
And I was a clog in the machine, I treated almost every woman with condensation, I was only good to my mother, sisters, and daughters. I was so terrible to my wife, that she got addicted and died because of me.
I don't deserve to be a woman. I would be happy, but I don't deserve that. Not after what I did.
That's why I stopped doing drag. It made me happy, but after this... When I heard others say those awful things, I stopped going there because it was wrong, I shouldn't do it, because it wasn't just for the money, not anymore. I liked it, a lot.
I hugged Valentino tighter; his love for me is the only thing that reminds me that I'm human... and I can be loved...
I hope he and Velvette won't leave me... they're too good for me.
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Face
After that sex, I avoided others, barely spoke, didn't change my vocal cords to a male one, I just couldn't, and sat in my special room, watching my company's stock market, with a whole carton of ice cream.
After a few days of stagnation, Val and Vel tried to talk to me about it, but I avoided them. I'm currently sitting in my room, at my desk, drawing all sorts of shit, like sharks, and me destroying Alastor...except. Every fucking time I drew myself, I drew a female face. And somehow I liked that.
I've already changed my voice, could I change my face?
No! Bad thoughts! Don't think about that, Vox! Don't think about how beautiful you would look with beautiful eyelashes and soft lips! Fuck...When I thought about that, I automatically drew the face I was thinking about on the paper...could I reprogram my face to look like that?
Before I could think not to, I started working on my face. It took a while, because I'd never tried anything like this before.
After that, I went to the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror. Except my face...fit, it was like something clicked in the right place.
I'm...beautiful.
Wait, I can't be beautiful...I shouldn't be beautiful!
I quickly grabbed my phone and texted Velvette and Valentino, asking them to come to my room quickly.
While I was waiting for them, I started scratching my wrists until my olfactory sensors were exposed to the scent of my blood and the smell of gasoline.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Val and Vel entered my room, sat down next to me, and took my hands away from my wrists.
"What happened, luv? Did you think again that you don't deserve to be happy as a woman?"
In response, I looked at her, pointing at my new tear-stained face. "Oh luv, you look beautiful. I was right, you're a beautiful woman."
"Are you sure, Vel? I feel like I don't deserve this," I said, a whimper in my feminine voice.
"Stop talking about yourself like that, Voxxy! You're a beautiful woman! And I'll make sure you finally feel good about yourself as one!" Valentino said, hugging me with all four arms. Then Vel joined in from the other side. Tears began to flow easily from my eyes.
And even though I believed them a little, I still don't feel comfortable with the idea of being a woman when I've always been terrible to them.
"Vox, say you're beautiful."
"I'm a beautiful man."
"No, say you're a beautiful woman, Vox."
"I...I'm a beaut-beautiful wo-woman..."
"Bravo Vox! And remember! It's true! Say it again!"
"I'm...a beautif-beautiful woman..."
"Once again, luv."
"I'm a b-beautiful woman."
"Once again, you are doing great luv."
"I'm a beautiful woman. I'm a beautiful woman. I'm a beautiful woman. I'm a beautiful woman!"
"Are you sure about this yet?"
"I think so, I'm still not...sure. Am I tired, Val? Can we go to sleep?"
"Of course, amorcito." Valentino picked me up bridal style and took me to bed, where we fell asleep in each other's arms.
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Genitals
"Val...should I do something about my genitals?"
"Only if you want to, honey."
Ever since I changed my face and started trying female pronouns, I've felt like I need to change more about myself. I still don't fully believe I deserve happiness as a woman, but Val and Vel are trying to help me with that.
Apparently, self-hatred is "unhealthy" and "detrimental to your mental health," whatever that means. At the same time, I want to change my genitals, but I'm afraid of such a change. They don't bother me, but with a dick, I feel like I can't be a woman.
"Oh, there's an Overlord meeting soon, luv. Apparently, there's a new Overlord and we're supposed to welcome him. We have to be there, apparently. Do you think you can handle it? With a new face and voice?" Velvette told me while we were eating lunch together during our lunch break.
"I can do it, Vel!" I've been to hundreds of these meetings.''
"Okay, Carmilla wrote that it will be tomorrow."
"Tomorrow! Why did she only write now!?"
"She's just a bloody petty bitch!" Come on, Vox! We'll pick out some nice dresses!"
"Vel...I don't feel comfortable enough to wear a dress and reveal myself to anyone but you."
"Okay, I'll make you a nice suit, blue with shark patterns?"
"Yeah, and this time maybe I'll wear a neckerchief?"
"Mhhh, I have to think about it. We don't want you to look like Fred. Well, at least you weren't a Himbo."
"What's a Himbo? And who is Fred?"
"Well, Fred is a cartoon character. I forgot it came out when you were already in Hell, but Val probably knows that. A Himbo is a big, muscular guy with a heart of gold and usually a bit silly."
"Oh, like Zeezi?"
"Like Zeezi. But male."
Velvette and I created beautiful matching suits together. Val couldn't come because he was recovering from a studio accident that shattered his leg. My suit was turquoise with a dark blue shark print, I wore a black neckerchief, and I wore elegant stiletto-style shoes, along with a '50s-style straw hat with a blue ribbon. I look beautiful.
Velvette wore a pink and purple suit with heart-shaped buttons, black heels, and a matching hat with a purple bow.
The party itself looked like any other; luckily, there was no damn deer, and no one noticed my face. Vel and I were gossiping about the newcomer; he stuttered and had already fallen on his stupid plush face five times. Vel and I had drinks: I had a whiskey on the rocks, and she had a strawberry vodka with multivitamin juice.
"Fuck, I have to pee, watch my drink, Vel." "Okay, but which one are you going to?" Vel whispered. Clearly worried.
"The men's room, I shouldn't go to the women's room yet."
I went to the men's room, where I went to the urinal and started using it. A moment later, a newbie ran to the restroom and started using the urinal right next to me. Awkward as hell.
I finished quickly and went to the sink to wash and dry my hands and return to Velvette.
"Pfft, why do they let a trannie be an Overlord?" I heard the newbie say, not trying to be discreet at all as I dried my hands.
"Excuse me...what did you just say?" I said menacingly, TV static in my voice.
"You heard clearly. Trannie. I knew Hell was full of gays. But I didn't expect an Overlord to think he was "Woman."
"I'm much more powerful than you, you know that, right? I've been in hell since the '50s. I was a serial killer and a cultist, and what did you do? Did you write a racist tweet?"
"Maybe, but I can make people hate everyone, and I can read minds, wow! Have you really thought about getting a dick in the ass?"
"Lol, I have a dirty mind, asshole. I think a dick would help you fix that awful personality."
"Why are you even in a male bathroom tranny?"
"I only recently discovered this part of myself, asshole, and I'm not comfortable with everyone knowing I'm a woman. Now, leave me alone, or I'll kill you."
I threatened him, then created cables from my back and slashed myself off the ground, then partially assumed my demonic form.
"Never. Trannie."
"As you wish, bye bye asshole!" I said, then impaled him with cables, dragged him out of the bathroom, and threw him at Carmilla Carmine's feet.
"Vox, why did you kill him?"
"HE DISRESPECTED ME. HE IS WEAK AND NOT A FIT TO BE AN OVERLORD."
"I understand. I didn't like him anyway, he's not fit to be an Overlord, you can take the souls beneath him."
"WITH PLEASURE." I took all his souls. Then I took Velvette's hand, and we left the building together, where we got into the limo and told the driver to head to Vee Tower.
"Luv, what happened in the bathroom?" Velvette asked me after hugging me.
"I went to pee, and this newbie came and started peeing right next to me. While I was washing my hands, he called me a... tranny. He ended up calling me that a few more times... and you know what I did."
"Oh Luv. Do you want to watch movies and eat ice cream with me?"
"Yes, please."
When we got back, we changed and sat together in front of the TV. We watched a few movies and ate ice cream.
After that, I went to my room and thought about what had happened. I had to avoid future situations like this. I took off my pants and underwear, then grabbed the tool and, alone in the bathroom, worked on my genitals. I numb myself and removed my penis. Then, using online references, I created a vagina for myself. Honestly, it turned out really well!
Still, now naked, covered in blood, with my penis lying on the bathroom floor, I realize it was really quite stupid. I didn't do anything about the wounds and bled out. Then, a few hours later, I woke up with my penis attached to me again. However, my voice and face hadn't changed.
I went to see Val, who was sleeping with his leg raised high on the pillow, cuddling his gun. I walked over to the bed and lay down next to him, snuggling into the pillow around his neck. And Val, in his sleep, had abandoned the gun and wasn't hugging him with all four arms.
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Boobs and coming out
I was sitting at the dining room table with Velvette and Valentino, eating burgers from their favorite place, and we were talking about various things that had happened today, and other things like Velvette's upcoming fashion collection, what I would do with my body, whether I would reveal myself publicly or to other Overlords, etc. I decided to keep my genitals because they don't bother me, and I don't think anyone should do anything to them, not even myself.
"I think I'd like to change my hips and breasts to be feminine. Can you help me decide on a size? I don't want huge ones, but I also want some?"
"Hmm, maybe the size of a medium apple? They're big enough to be noticed, but small enough not to be in the way."
"I agree, amorcito, and you don't need to change your hips; they're wide enough. And you're beautiful no matter what."
"Thank you, Val, Vel. I don't know what I'd do without you. I'm going to cut myself open!"
"Good luck, honey! I don't handle Gore well, but I'll be with you in spirit!"
"Well, I'm going with you, Vox. Someone needs to help you with this, and wait, are you going to change your name?"
"I won't change my name...Vox...that's a good name, I like it. Let's go to the workshop, Vel."
In the workshop, I prepared a scalpel and breast implants that Velvette had gotten from somewhere. (She'd gotten a few sizes just in case.) I took the medium-sized implants, put on rubber gloves, disinfected the scalpel and the incision sites, then cut where the breasts should be, and Velvette pressed the implants into the incisions. It was painful because she had to press them in. Velvette then used her powers to stitch the wounds.
I felt really bad after the procedure, so Val replaced me. But today I feel good enough to see what I look like. And when I finally stood in front of the mirror with Valentino and Velvette's help, seeing the round bumps on my chest... I started crying with joy.
"Vox, amorcito. You look beautiful. You're a beautiful woman."
"I... I am a woman. I am so beautiful."
"I have something for you, Vee." Velvette pulled out a dress from her phone's clipboard, a style popular in the 1950s when I died. It was blue with a static pattern on the skirt and sleeves that reached the elbows. Velvette also held a pillbox hat in her other hand; it was black with patterns, just like my old tophat.
"That's so beautiful, Velvette, wait, I can wear bras." Velvette then summoned a bra and helped me put it on. And, somewhat clumsily, I put on the dress and hat. I looked just like in my dreams; I blushed, looking at myself. "I'll come out on social media, I don't have to explain my identity to anyone."
"Fine. Need some help with that?"
"No, I can do it, I'm not that old, bitch." Velvette burst out laughing, and Val picked me up and carried me to his room, where he laid me on the bed and hugged me.
I pulled my phone out from under the pillow, where I'd left it tonight. I went on Voxtagram, where I changed my pronouns to She/Her on my profile. I made a post about it. After that, I put my phone back and cuddled up to Valentino.
The next day, social media, the internet, Overlords, and basically all the sinners were talking about it. Some were pissed, others were supportive. People were divided, but I didn't care; I didn't have to explain anything to them.
But people wouldn't stop raising a shitstorm, so I told Ethan to put on a show so I could finally explain it all.
I stood at the pentagram weather screen, went back to my roots, and presented the weather. It was surprisingly enjoyable; I hadn't done this in, how many years? About 90?
"Around noon on Sunday, there will be a Bloodstorm with screaming lightning! And remember! Trust Us with your weather! And well, I think you're wondering if the rumors about me being trans are true. And they are, I am a woman and I expect to be called a woman. Okay, motherfuckers! End of show!" Then I walked off the stage and grabbed the coffee I'd sent Ethan for.
"You did great, Ms.Vox!"
"Of course I did great, Ethan, I'm amazing! Go send emails to all the employees on all floors, remind them of the consequences of misgendering me. Got it?”
“Of course, Ms.Vox. I'm on my way!” Ethan went to his office to send the email. Ethan is a good assistant; unlike his predecessors, he can get shit done. And he's not a pussy. I still remember one assistant peeing himself when I yelled at him after we lost an important client because of him. Suddenly, my phone vibrated; Carmilla Carmine was calling me.
“Carmilla! What do you need from me, mi querida?”
"Hello Vox, I heard you came out of the closet. Congratulations, I thought I'd never see it."
"What? You knew before I knew!?"
"Yes, you didn't hide it much. When you became an Overlord, you looked at me with envy and a spark in your eyes. It's not rocket science. But that's not what I want to talk about. I want to invite you and Velvette to a meeting of female overlords. It's next week, Tuesday, at my house. Bring some cookies, preferably from your time or culture, no store-bought Vox!"
I...was accepted...I was considered a woman. And I was invited to a meeting for women only. Fuck, i'm so happy that I could kill someone.