You open your eyes and everything seems dimmer, silent. Your body feels wrong — your legs stretch long and thin, your skin feels odd, like polished obsidian. You swing your legs out of bed and click—feet hitting the floor though your form looks too tall. You stagger to the mirror.

And you’re shocked: a tall, slender figure with glossy black limbs, faceless aside from two glowing purple eyes stares back. Adrift around you are tiny violet particles—floating like stray stars. You are an Enderwoman.

You inhale, voice wavering:

“I… I’m me. But… this body.”

Your mind is unchanged. Your memories, your favourite songs, your plans—all intact. Only the form is altered.

There’s a soft knock. Your roommate enters, eyes wide. Roommate: “Uh… you look like… an Enderman? A female Enderman? kind of a... alluring Halloween costume?” You hesitate, then shake your head slowly.

“I...n-no....it's not a Halloween costume...”

Their eyes narrow a little. You feel awkward. You remember what Endermen are like in Minecraft: they stand tall, teleport, avoid water, become hostile if you look in their eyes. But now you’re an Enderwoman: shy, not eager to fight. You look a little down, avoid direct eye contact, and your arms feel too long.

You touch your face: no mouth, just smooth obsidian surface. You feel the violet sparkles swirl. You take a breath: your first goal — get through the morning without teleporting into walls or freaking out your roommate.

“Okay… just… be careful,” you whisper.

Your roommate steps back and says quietly: Roommate: “Right. Let’s… take it easy.”

And so your day begins — walking out into the world as an Enderwoman: tall, silent, glowing, teleport-ready—and shy in your new form.