Russell FTM TG.

Twisted Desires
Russell Brand ftm tg/mc
NOTE:  This is a dark comedy story with supernatural elements and involves the topic of overly-obsessive fans and how dangerous it can be to obsess over them and what can happen as a result.   This involves a fan-girl into Russell Brand FTM sequence and mentions what if people actually enjoyed having nightmares.
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Being a fan of a certain movie,  tv show,  video game,  comic,  manga/anime,  book or cartoon for that matter or celebrity can be both a rewarding and a nightmarish experience - especially if said certain fandom has its evil side.  Not all fandoms are as welcoming as say the furry and brony/pegasister community,  and some are filled with the most vile creatures imaginable - and one such place you'll find them is the most dark of all places.

The most vile and horrifying fanbase of all belongs to that of comedian Russell Brand, in fact you'd be extremely lucky if you even made out alive of a discussion with those shrieking abominations and you'd be even luckier if you actually found one fan that was normal.

Of course that didn't bother the heroine in today's tale of terror,  because you see -  Rosalie Corysth aka CorpsesNRoses21 was a Nightmare Fetishist.  She loved all things dark and terrifying,  she was one with the creatures of the night.  And on top of that,  she loved Russell Brand a whole lot.    Maybe it was because he reminded her of a werewolf or maybe it's because the two had a lot in common,   but for some reason she was drawn to him - well he did have a Rasputinian aura and everything.

One night she was on a forum of sorts,  talking to her best friend Julia on a chatroom about various visions she had involving an evil version of Russell.   She told Julia that Russell knew about her darkest desires and how to make them come true,   Julia -  being the supportive and loyal companion she was -  got totally enthralled in the discussion.  

"Wouldn't it be awesome to have your nightmares come to life like that?"

"Oh,  I don't know really...between being trapped with my two older siblings in one bedroom we have to share and being all by my lonesome in the dark.  I think they've already come to life,  but what you said sounds really fascinating."
"Do you have a favorite nightmare you wish was real?"

"Well...there's the one in which I am a nagin of some kind slithering around in a factory,  it was very steampunk and Burtonesque at the same time.   That would be an awesome one to happen.  Well either that or having an evil twin of some kind."

"Mine would definitely have to involve Russell.."

"I have to agree with you there on Russell..especially evil Russell.  You know what they say about evil,   that evil is indeed rather sensual and sexy.   After all,   the villains are ALWAYS the best part of any story."

"Absolutely...there's just something about the darkside that really gets me going.  I've always wanted to know what it's like to be like that.   Must be pretty awesome.   And you're right about evil being sexy as well."

"So...you wouldn't mind being turned evil?"

"Of course not..."

As she checked to see if her Fangoria magazine torrents were finished downloading,  she couldn't help but imagine what it felt like to be so full of dark supernatural energy and to be evil and seductive.   She thought about vampires and how they were often portrayed in movies and what it must have felt like to be a vampire in general.    Little did she know though that her thoughts were being heard by something or rather someone -  someone that may have been lurking in her very own home.

That's when she noticed something unusual about the Russell Brand poster on her wall,  its eyes were giving off an eerie supernatural glow that made Russell on the poster look sinister and kind of monstrous in nature,   she reached over to inspect the poster but knowing better,  she decided not to -  but a few seconds later...she began to think about that poster,  and those Russell related nightmares/visions she had.    For practically weeks she had been trying to fight them but after the lack of excitement in her previous dreams,  she was craving them...she was desiring to see them return.    Having nightmares is perfectly normal but actually ENJOYING them?  That was something else entirely.   At first she thought there was something wrong with her mentally,  but then she thought this was all natural for someone like her,   which it sort of was.

Thinking about those Russell nightmares some more,  she thought about how her character was captured by him and hypnotized,  and she then pondered about the transformations of her character into Russell himself -  a female to male TG was something that she never thought of prior to this though and it enticed her.   In addition to this,  as she lost herself in her own mind she slowly but surely began to alter.

The alterations began with her skin becoming lighter and also taking on a slightly dirtier appearance as her body started developing 172lbs of lean musculature -  at first warming up with her chest and torso,  then followed by her arms and her hands while her fingernails grew slightly longer but became rougher.    All sorts of sinful dark thoughts slowly began to influence her mind as the changes progressed,  she even smiled a little even as her two best assets slowly melted back into her chest.  

She could already feel the darkness that was already within her increasing and altering her very being,  making her appreciate every second bit of the transformation that she was going through - and she thought it was wonderful.   The lean,  lithe musculature made its way downwards and altered her legs to match her arms as her feet shifted in size to follow suit, in addition to this - small, thin black hairs slowly coated her arms and also there were a few of them on her new chest as well.

You'd think that she would have been freaked out by this,  but she wasn't -  in fact she was very gleeful and blissfully enthralled throughout the process -  totally getting lost in the darkness that was influencing her and her mind.   She had always been a child of the night and embraced the nocturnal lifestyle as a whole,  but she was really enjoying getting in touch with her much darker side.  

She chuckled a little,  still smiling in her dark, twisted manner as her privates altered and reformed,  swelling and twisting themselves into those befitting an adult male rather than a female and her rear/hips shrank.   In addition to this,  two spiked bracers formed around her wrists as her clothing altered,  changing into a black  t shirt and vest while her jeans blackened to match,  followed by two black leathery boots.   In the process she slowly elevated to 6'2 in height.

Feeling the power and dark energy surging through her body,  she sighed several times as her shoulders broadened,  her neckline shifting to match as more morbid and sinister thoughts flooded in her mind along with newly developing memories and thoughts -  traces of her own self becoming lost in the darkness of her warping mindset.   She panted and snarled as her hair slowly extended and twisted,  becoming longer,  shaggier and messier -  all the way blackening and taking on a wild,  teased,  back-combed style.

Her forehead shifted to become more pronounced as her eyebrows thickened while turning black to match her hair,   in the process her olive colored eyes shifted to a dark brown color and widened as dark eyeliner applied itself around them,   in her already warping and altering mindset -  she thought that this was rather sensual and kind of sexy,  as dark thoughts continued to influence her.    Her nose straightened itself as it accumulated a bit in size and shape while her lips lost their normally effeminate  appearance,  but they still remained kissable -  this time in a venomous,  sinful and oddly seductive way though.

She felt her face with her hands,   as she did her cheekbones became sharper and more pronounced as visible facial scruff grew around her face,  giving her a very untamed and savage look -  her face slowly morphed and altered until it took on the likeness of a very familiar British comedian.    In fact,   she squealed wickedly once she took a glance at who she was becoming -  she was becoming Russell...just like in her nightmares.   And she was enjoying every moment of it.

Her expression curled itself into a very wicked and sinful grin of sorts as her teeth altered to become like those of the comedian she was turning into,   in the process her mind continued to warp and alter as traces of who she was prior to this faded away,  becoming overtaken by the new personality and mindset from before,   her voice altering and shifting in tone and pitch to become mannish and also deepening a little and developing an Essex accent of sorts in the process giving her the voice to match her newly altered visage.

But her changes weren't done yet -  her mind continued to warp and alter as the memories and personality of her new mindset slowly took over from within,   her memories and thoughts warping to become those of the person she or rather he -  remembered they were,  he remembered that he was a particularly dangerous and seductive comedian as his intelligence increased,   he remembered he was born in Essex and that he was known for being a bit of a monster and causing all sorts of trouble.   He remembered that he was Russell Brand,  yes -  that's who he was now and who he knew he always would be -  Russell Brand, the most controversial and deadly comedian in all of the UK.

He licked his lips in a sinfully seductive manner as he thought about how fun it would be for him to seduce his female fans and grant them their own twisted desires of being with him - of course,  he was more than glad to do so anyway.     There was now no more Rosalie,  no...there was Russell Brand.  And he knew that fitted him perfectly.  Admiring his reflection in the mirror,  he knew that he was definitely living proof of evil being sexy,   after all - that Rasputinian magnetism of his is part of what made him so irresistible.

"Perfect.  I couldn't have requested for anything better than this.  After all,  there is something rather sensual and alluring about the villainous side.  Being bad is definitely a lot more entertaining than being good."

"Rosalie...is that you?"

"Rosalie?  Who's that?  I'm Russell Brand,  silly."

"No, you're not...I know my best friend is in there somewhere."

"Nope - i've always been who I am and I am Russell Brand,  and I always have been him.  I don't know anyone named Rosalie and I certainly don't remember there ever being anyone with that name."

And so with that,   the new Russell Brand proceeded to embrace his own inner and outer darkness,  making the entire room into his own hellish palace of sorts where he ruled as the almighty leader and ruler of all things creepy and sinister.   The darkness was his friend and he was a child of the night.  

As for what happened later,  well let's just say he enjoyed his new life and being who he was.   He was finally free at last,  the nightmares had come alive and sprung to supernatural life.   He knew that no matter what he'd always be Russell Brand.   And to him that was more than just alright...it was the best thing to be.

Remember my dear friends,  you are free to fan-girl/fan-boy over whatever or whoever you want but this sort of thing does come with consequences and those consequences are ones you're going to have to pay for yourself.   And to you Russell Brand fan-girls out there,  you might want to tone down your obsession -  because you might as well end up BEING Russell one of these days.