(woman into reindeer)
Linda was currently running through the mall, frantically working to pick up last-minute Christmas gifts. She weaved into the electronics department, praying they werent out of stock. Slowly, she browsed down the aisles, searching. Coming to what she was looking for, she cursed to see that all that was left was that board at back that says sorry, sold out.
Linda was your average soccer-mom, always there for her kids. She had been too busy to get to town any earlier, however, and this was the consequence. Now she wouldnt be able to get that game for her son. She felt miserable, and trudged out of the store, not knowing what shed do to make it up to her child.
She was in her early thirties, with shoulder-length red hair and brown eyes. She was actively involved with both her children, pampering them. Now she had to let her boy be disappointed. A devastating blow. She continued to the parking lot, ready to leave.
As she opened her door, she noticed a bright light coming from behind the store. Intrigued, she walked away from the car, toward the light. It was a soothing light, and it calmed her, making her forget her disappointment. She was now behind the store, and she saw the light was coming from a narrow passageway.
As she advanced down it, she found the light coming from a person, not a light. Despite the bright light, he was completely silhouetted, a black figure to her. She came closer still, and saw he was wearing a Santa hat.
Santa? she said quizzically, questioning not his presence but the stupid hat. He raised his head, as if hed just noticed her.
No. I am not Santa, my dear. Dont be afraid. When he spoke, he had a voice like angels singing. It was so calming, she couldnt think of possibly being afraid of him. He looked up, opening his eyes. Though his body was still black, his eyes shone with powerful bright light, as they were solid white. He raised a hand slowly.
As his arm went up, Linda felt herself rise from the ground. Bright light shone from her, and as he lowered his arm, she descended back to the ground, her body now changing.
She noticed she was putting on weight, her stomach swelling as she put on pounds. And yet, this boy, for he was to short to be a man, made her so comfortable, she couldnt be scared. She watched, unconcerned, as she was changing.
She felt pain in her legs, and she found it incredibly hard to stand. She fell to all fours, sighing with relief as it allowed her to spread her weight more. Trying to stand, she found it impossible. Short, fuzz-like fur began to grow on her legs. She felt an odd feeling in her feet.
She was still totally unaffected, not caring in the least. She felt a small bulge pushing at her pants, and with a tearing sound, a short, fuzzy tail popped from her pants. Her legs rearranged jointing to be hind legs, and her shoes ripped off from her growing body.
She could now see what had happened to her feet. They were now cloven hooves, clicking on the asphalt. The fur now covered her lower half, and her pants ripped off from strain, but it no longer mattered.
Her whole form was reshaping, shifting from human to a quadruped, apparently a reindeer from the looks of it. The fur spread up her torso and down her arms, moving at a decent pace. She had gained a lot of weight, but from her new body, it didnt look like it.
She felt her hands tingle, and slowly, her nails blackened, changing shape until they were hooves like her feet. Her arms gained muscle, becoming proper front legs, better capable of supporting her growing bulk.
As the fur covered her head, her nose and mouth pushed from her face, becoming a slender muzzle. She felt a pressure in her head, and two nubs that had formed on her forehead pushed out into a large set of antlers.
Once her face was done, the changes were over. She was no longer a human but now a reindeer, looking very out of place behind a mall with an odd child standing close by. She looked at him now, still as cool as before, unafraid. He smiled, and it seemed to radiate warmth, calming her further.
As she stumbled, learning to walk on her new legs, a question crossed her mind. Who, who are you? She asked, her voice timid, amazed she could still speak.
The boy laughed, and spoke. Remember, dear Linda. Remember one name. I am The Antagonist. The being of light shall live forever. His voice was sweet and low, and as she watched, he slowly faded from view, disappearing. She looked around her surroundings, that name still buzzing in her head.