**A/N: xpost from a /r/dirtywritingprompt involving futanari, or a girl with a penis.**
The first time Evelyn encountered what her parents considered the “occult” was when she was twelve. All her friends were reading Harry Potter, but her parents absolutely forbid her to read it.
“Witchcraft is from the devil,” they said. “You don’t want the devil to curse you, do you?” they asked her.
Yet, Evelyn smuggled in a copy of the forbidden book and read the magical adventures of Harry and friends underneath her blanket and a flash light. Her world changed. Her blanket became an invisibility cloak and her flash light was her wand casting the “lumos” spell. She had ventured past the forbidden and developed a craving for the dark arts.
Years later, Evelyn found herself browsing an old antique book store. She moved out of her parent’s house and into the big city. She had few friends and found comfort in literature. She happened across the old shop and curiosity beckoned her to peruse what was inside. The store was a library of forgotten lores and books of authors that were banned for going further than society could handle. Evelyn found herself drawn to a mysterious tome, bound in soft black leather. Upon opening the book, she found that it was written in an ancient language. Evelyn was overcome with a determination to translate the contents of the book. She simply had to know what was written.