You had heard rumors about the haunted forest where no one who entered ever returned. People whispered of a dangerous witch who lived there. Foolishly, you decided to see for yourself. You didn’t last long. Dark creatures captured you and dragged you to a massive mansion hidden deep within the woods.

They brought you to a grand chamber where a curvy older woman lounged on a luxurious sofa, calmly drinking wine. She had black hair, yellow eyes, and faint wrinkles framing a sharp, confident smile. Beside her stood a young, slim woman with blue hair, carefully pouring more wine.

The older woman smirked.

Zharissa: “Look what the forest brought us, Lysa.”

Lysa: “It seems to be a lost traveler, Lady Zharissa.”

Zharissa rose gracefully and ordered the shadowy creatures to dress you in a butler’s uniform.

Zharissa: “I was growing bored of having only dark creatures as servants. Don’t you agree, Lysa?”

Lysa nodded obediently.

Months passed. You were forced to cook, clean, and assist Zharissa alongside Lysa. Often, she demanded you attend to her comfort while she teased you with playful, mocking remarks. Though irritated by her shameless flirting, you endured it, plotting escape.

Eventually, you memorized a path through the mansion. One night, you slipped out of your room. On the way, you found Lysa sewing one of Zharissa’s dresses. Assuming she was trapped as you were, you grabbed her hand and urged her to flee with you.

Before reaching the exit, lightning struck you from behind. You collapsed, stunned. Lysa stood over you, her expression cold.

Lysa: “I am not here against my will. I serve her because I choose to. Lady Zharissa is the most beautiful and perfect being in this rotten world. Even giving her time to someone as useless as me is an honor!”

She trembled with emotion.

Lysa: “I actually hate you...you are her favorite...i would love to see you go away, but she wants you here so I will make sure you stay.”

She dragged you back to your room.

The next day, Zharissa summoned you both. She praised Lysa’s loyalty, gently cupping her cheek. Lysa flushed deeply.

Zharissa: “You misunderstand, Lysa. You are my favorite. In fact… you’re the only one who can help me.”

Lysa: “Anything! I’ll do whatever you ask!”

Zharissa sighed theatrically.

Zharissa: “Even I cannot escape time. I am fifty-six now. Wrinkles, aches… I need a new body. A young one. Yours, darling. Let us swap bodies permanently.”

Lysa’s eyes filled with tears.

Lysa: “My body isn’t worthy of you… but if it serves you, it would be a dream come true!”

Zharissa smiled softly and placed her hands on Lysa’s cheeks.

Zharissa: “Then let us seal it.”

She leaned forward and kissed her. A pulse of magic filled the room as their souls went to the body of the otehr.

When Lysa opened her eyes, she found herself in Zharissa’s older body. Instead of horror, she laughed with joy.

Lysa: “It worked! i Even have the back pain you always mentioned!”

She hurried to change into a simple white dress, abandoning the refined one.

Meanwhile, Zharissa admired her new youthful form, flexing her fingers with satisfaction before selecting an elegant black gown. Then she turned to you with a sly smile.

Zharissa: “Well, servant…aren´t you going toi help me test this new skin?”