Good Woman

by RadicalSkepticism

Finn has a secret. One that he hates, loves, and can't understand. Despite the mixed feelings, Finn has kept it from his best bud, Jake, for years and only ever exploits his secret whenever he's alone or the urge becomes too much. What happens when a certain Vampire King discovers the very secret Finn has tried his hardest to keep under wraps? (AU!) Rated M for safety

2. Prologue

This little short shot was a bit of a random idea that kinda just happened after listening to "Good Woman" by La'Porsha. This is mainly an introduction to the general idea of the plot/story. Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading. ^^

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Finn stood in front of the mirror, stretching his leg out, and debated whether the sheer white pantyhose clashed with the off-white stilettos he choose. Frowning, he kicked off the stilettos and switched them for a pair of light gray wedged boots, zipping up the back. He turned his foot side to side, puckering his lips, and smiled. He liked how the wedges made his legs look longer and slender compared to the stilettos.

Turning away from the mirror and facing his bed, Finn glanced around at the tops he spread out to pick from. The baggy black long sleeve would make the outfit look lazy, and the lacy corset just didn't seem like the right choice. Finn's attention shifted to the sweaters at the end of the bed. One was a chunky, off-the-shoulder cotton candy blue and the other a tight, cashmere pastel pink.

He reached for the cotton candy blue and tugged it on, turning back to the mirror behind him. The neck slipped off his shoulders, the gray strap of his tank top peeking through, and gave his shoulders a slopped appearance. The hem stretched over his hips in just the right way that they seemed fuller and curvier. Sexy, Finn thought, admiring how much leg he was showing off.

Satisfied, Finn walked to the bathroom to apply his makeup and fix his hair. He rubbed on a light coating of foundation and blush, layered on mascara and eyeliner, tipped his wings, and picked out a clear, glossy lipstick instead of the dark red. He then took out the curlers from his soft blonde hair, the tips of each spiral tickling his shoulders, and clipped back his bangs.

After all was done, Finn closed his eyes and stepped back from the sink. This was the part when everything in his belly clenched and twisted, a queasy mix of guilty excitement and wary anticipation. As if his reflection from just seconds ago was an illusion, or someone will pop in and snatch it all away.

But the moment he opened his eyes, taking a long look at the mirror, was like meeting a completely new person. Staring back, with awe twinkling in their eyes, was a tall and beautiful woman.

Even if only for the night, Finn had transformed into Fionna.