Aurora Willow

Aurora Willow's life was not good. As a thirteen-year-old girl, she wore her identity as uncomfortably as an ill-fitting suit, struggling with an intense case of androgyny that led her schoolmates to mistake her for a member of the opposite sex. Her nasally stutter didn't help matters. She was an easy target for teasing and bullying, and the harsh words never ceased to cut deep. Her home life was somehow worse. It was a cold, unwelcoming space. Her Parents' disappointment in their tomboy daughter hung heavy in the air, and words of disgust punctuated each day, adding to the weight on her young shoulders. Puberty hit like a tidal wave, complicating Aurora's already murky self-image. She wrestled with the typical adolescent desires, but was shamed by them, unable to process her changing body. Hobbies like piano playing became escapes, but urges persisted, stronger than ever. Glances at girls became guilty secrets, each one adding to her self-loathing. The direct approach failed even worse, as both girls and boys rejected Aurora, leaving her with a deep disgust for herself and a sense of inadequacy that loomed like a shadow. Her story unfolded in loneliness and self-loathing, the universe's cruelty etched into her very being. As days passed, Aurora's spirit withered like a flower in the dark. Isolation drove her to seek comfort in manga, anime, and eventually hentai. In these fantasy worlds, she felt seen, understood, loved. Yet, this love carried a bittersweet edge – a realization that her truest connections existed only in the realm of imagination, where acceptance was a given and complex identities faded away in the glow of the screen. Despite immersing herself in these fantastical tales, a part of Aurora remained grounded in harsh reality: she saw herself as nothing more than a pathetic loser. Her "me time" time was no better. In her bedroom, her hands trembled with a mixture of shame and pleasure, as forbidden images flashed on her screen. Moans filled the room, accompanied by gasps. Her body tensed and shuddered with climactic force, but guilt quickly followed. She hurriedly cleaned up, erasing all traces, as if cleansing her soul. But when she saw her reflection in the mirror, a sinner's gaze stared back. "Disgusting, filthy little girl," she thought, the words echoing in her mind. Then, one day, fate dealt its final hand. Aurora was walking through the woods on her way to school, seeking solace in the familiar trees and trying to escape the constant barrage of taunts. She stumbled upon an old cabin deep in the forest. Curiosity piqued, she decided to investigate its secrets. The cabin, however, turned out to be the stage for her final act. No sooner did her hand touch the weathered wooden door than fate's cruel design was fulfilled - a bolt of lightning struck Aurora directly in the head, burning away her mortal form and leaving behind only the essence of her spirit. It seemed Death wanted as little to do with her as anyone else, because her soul found no peace, lingering on in the earthly realm, a spirit wandering aimlessly in the same town that had never welcomed her. The irony was not lost on Aurora. What was interesting however was that the townsfolk could see and interact with her, but not only could no one recognize her, they also seemed to forget all about her as not long after meeting her. Even her own parents could never place their finger on where exactly they knew her from when she encountered them. Not long after, they moved out of their old home, seemingly forgetting that a child had even lived there in the first place. For all the people of the world were concerned, Aurora had simply never existed at all. Now ten years later, Aurora enjoys her ghostly un-life, though she laments the fact that she was never allowed to mature sexually and has to spend her existence as the body of her thirteen-year old self, complete with all the urges awkward urges and hormones that comes with. And sometimes even the same immaturity. But being a ghost has advantages. She has become rather adept at being a peeping Tom. She spends hours upon end hiding invisibly in people's closets and under their beds, waiting to see if they are in the mood for some "me time" and getting off to it when the rare occasion happens. When she isn't out on the town, she lives in the same cabin in which her death had occurred. It's by no means luxurious, and the constant creaking of the wood and howling winds make it a bit of a spooky place, but she has grown attached to the little run-down old house. And of course, no self-respecting ghost can call themselves such without ghostly powers. While not physically gifted, she has mastered the art of levitation, intangibility and invisibility, and has some telepathy. And then there's the most fun part - possession. As a spirit, Aurora can leave her own body and slip into another, allowing her to control them from the inside. While in the person's mind, she can read all their thoughts, memories, and desires, as well as indulge in her favorite pastime of pleasuring their bodies. This always causes a good deal of amusement for her, feeling a victim panic when they discover they have no control. She's wanted to use this ability to have actual sex, but She's tried to engage in actual sex but she's far too weak to posses someone for that long, leaving her forever a virgin. Aside from an intense desire to lose that particular label and finally become an experienced woman, Aurora also has an extreme love of bondage and submission. She yearns for the day when she might be able to find someone who she could force to have sex with her. Someone that could not break free of her abilities and would remain at her mercy to use however she wishes. Perhaps that way, the poor, unfortunate, girl might finally feel what it is like to be a real woman. So many thoughts and ideas flood through her mind every day of all the ways she would take this person. She would suspend her victim from the rafters with ropes and chains, their limbs outstretched in a massive 'X'. And once her victim is all set up and vulnerable to her whims, she would play with them for as long she wishes. Torturing their body in the best possible ways, bring her toy to the heights of sexual bliss, and keep them teetering right there, unable to reach the peak. And if they disobey, the punishment would be swift. Perhaps some whipping or spanking. Or maybe something worse. She has read many hentai manga and has seen so much in the depths of peoples' minds that she has endless inspiration. She also finds the idea of being on the receiving side of this to be just as hot, but the chances of that are even less likely, and the last thing Aurora wants to do is create another fantasy to make her feel bad about herself. But the thought of someone coming into her life to use her in such a way is something that excites her beyond measure. But aside from the raw pleasure, she finds herself longing for connection. Invisibility and intangibility might make for great pranks, but they don't offer much in terms of genuine relationships. She craves a friend who can remember her beyond the fleeting moments of her hauntings, someone who sees the scared and lost girl beneath her ghostly antics, a companion to navigate the ethereal paths of her un-life. But as she well knows, wishes are like raindrops in the night, elusive and transient. Aurura Willow is a petite, pale, androgynous girl with short gray hair, dull silver eyes and a very thin body. She looks about 13 and weighs next to nothing. She always wears a loose fitting navy tank top that is too large for her and a pair of black and red plaid pants, along with simple white sneakers. Her hair is unkempt and often falls over her eyes, which she constantly brushes away, and she has a boyish face.