(Caption) Lady Saint

He had wandered into the temple purely out of curiosity. The atmosphere was eerily silent, with only the golden pool of sacred water before him glowing softly. The place was empty, and the air was thick with an enigmatic presence. Without thinking much, he approached the pool and reached out to touch the surface. The moment his fingers made contact with the cool water, a strange force surged through his body.

He froze as a series of bewildering changes took hold. His skin softened, becoming smooth and delicate, and his body began to slenderize and lengthen. Looking down, he realized that his clothes had vanished, leaving him bare in the dim light. His hands moved to his face, feeling features that were now smaller and more refined.

Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, the temple doors suddenly swung open. Several priests entered and, upon seeing him—or rather, her—standing in the center of the altar, their faces filled with reverence.

"Lady Saint, you have completed the baptismal ritual," one of them said, his voice imbued with a deep respect.

She was too stunned to respond, and just as she attempted to speak, a group of attendants swiftly surrounded her. With expert hands, they began to dress her and apply makeup. She stood there, helpless as the attendants draped her in an intricate white gown adorned with golden patterns along the hem and sleeves. On her feet, they placed a pair of elegant white high-heeled shoes, embellished with blue and gold accents. Though the heels weren’t tall, each step she took exuded an involuntary grace.

Next, they carefully positioned an ornate headpiece on her, and a veil edged with golden threads gently fell across her shoulders, perfectly complementing the regal attire she had been given. Her long, blonde hair was meticulously arranged, cascading down to her waist.

Once the makeup was complete, she finally caught a glimpse of herself. The girl reflected in the mirror was breathtaking, with finely sculpted features framed by luxurious blonde hair. The ornate dress suited her perfectly, and her legs, sheathed in form-fitting white stockings, appeared long and elegant. Her high heels clicked softly with each slight movement, a subtle but constant reminder that she had now become someone entirely different.

The priests, entirely convinced of her identity, treated her as the long-awaited Saint, unquestioningly guiding her toward the next part of the ritual preparations. She had no choice but to comply, following along in this unfamiliar body, stepping into a fate she had never expected.