Kotep | transformation fiction

Oh darling, come in, come in. Do forgive the dust, it’s been ages, simply ages. Always a delight to meet an appreciator of the arts. What else could have called you to the Starlight Odeon? Don’t try to deny it, I see the sparkle in your eyes.
Sweep your light over red carpet and gilded balustrade. Pause a moment and admire the playbills. Look, past the curling edges and faded color, to the smiles and scowls, the lavish costumes, the storied names… ‘The magnificent Xandra, mistress of the...

The can of Toon Jooce looked exactly like it had in the commercials: flat, bounded by an outline, and subtly unsteady, like some cosmic animator had rotoscoped itinto Andrew’s hand. He could feel its roundness but the only visual cues distinguishing...

One of the most useful bits of magic Kophis knew was their ‘unremarkability’ spell. An androgynous fox in a loincloth-dress and ancient silver jewelry wandering around a mall circa 2005 would normally be worthy of note—but one flick of their fingers...

Kophis sat on a hill that hadn’t been there yesterday with their chin propped against their hand and a scowl on their snout. Down below the chalky limestone outcropping where they sat, the settlement of Tira glimmered with firelight. The breeze that...