You are standing by a tree
There are 3 paths.
One appears to go to a jungle,
one appears to go to a cave,
one appears to go to a beach,
you could try and climb the tree,
there is a nearby shop you could go in,
or you could do something else.
So what's its going to be?
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
In the shop
There is a table with a sign saying
<strong>Free Sample:</strong>
Take one
On the table there is a fridge with a range of liquids. Also on the table are various magical trinkets including costumes. What would you like to take, or would you like to buy something?
Written by catprog on 10 April 2003
Other
You decide to get something else. But what?
Written by catprog on 13 December 2005
A lamp
You take a lamp. Now what are you going to do with it?
Written by catprog on 05 March 2004
Transformation Genie
Just then, a huge puff of green smoke appears.
The smoke forms the shape of a humanoid, then finally materializes into a turquoise-skinned man who appears to be about 25 years old. You quiver with fear, staring at him (after all, you're not used to seeing turquoise-skinned men appear out of lamps).
"Who has rubbed the lamp of the Genie of Transformation?", the man asks in a light, yet stern voice.
"I-I did", you answer softly.
He steps closer to you and bows. "Thank You, Master, Thank You!", he says as he kneels to you.
"Master?"
He stands. "Yes", he says. "You have released me from the Lamp, and now you may have three wishes.
The wishes carry certain limitations, however..."
"Yes, like what?", you ask again, almost bursting with excitement (having your own genie and all).
"First, there are only three wishes, no more and no less, and this may not be changed by any wishes made. Second, all wishes made by the master should be precisely worded. If the wish is too vague, then I shall choose the remaining factors of the wish. And third, all wishes must be related to the change of the master, or of someone else that the master chooses. In other words, all wishes must be transformative."
Well what are you going to wish for?
Written by on 11 March 2004
I don't need a **** Transformation
"I don't need a transformation thank you very much," you say. "I am perfectly happy as a human". "You can take your conditional wishes elsewhere, you ****".
The genie's eyes widen. "You are going to regret mocking me". " You don't want a transformation, too bad you're getting one.
GULP!!!
Written by on 18 May 2004
Scales
The genie raises his cobalt-hued arms, muscles bulging as he chants in a language you don’t recognize, although it hurts your ears to hear it. Then, he ends with a flourish, and nothing happens. You’re ready to laugh at him – and then you realize your mouth won’t open.
“You should have been a little more grateful. Genies don’t come along every day,” he mocks.
You’re ready to argue, ready to take it back, ready to say something, but your mouth won’t move. You raise your hands to your lips – and there’s nothing there. Then, as the spell fully takes hold, there’s a crack from behind you, and you fall to your hands and knees with an unspoken cry of pain.
“That’s better,” says the genie with derision. Gone is the kneeling, servile spirit – now he is all pride and offended dignity, teaching you your place in the world. “Treat your elders with respect.” The chanting starts again.
There’s a sharp pain in your back, and it feels like your spine is lengthening, and then suddenly you’re aware of…
something behind you. It swishes back and forth behind you, and you realize you now have a tail. Scales spread over your skin like a rush of cold, and they itch. Not only that, but your hands and feet are broadening and flattening, nails sharpening into wicked claws.
You could let the spell finish and try to apologize… or you could attack him and see if you can stop it.
Written by Elliott-Moose on 06 November 2016
Attack the son of a XXX!
You use the last of your energy to get halfway to your feet – and swing at your torturer with the gift he’s given you, your new deadly claws! They go through him like he’s made of nothing more than air, but he disappears back into the lamp, and your chest rises in satisfaction. You’ve beaten him!
…until you realize that while the spell seems to be done, you’re not turning back either. You fall back on all fours, but your arms and legs are still mostly human. Your tail is thick and scaley, scraping against the ground as you move, and worst of all, your mouth is gone. There’s nothing below your nose but an expanse of smooth skin.
You exhale through your nose, and carefully waddle along. You don’t move very fast like this, but you suppose if you keep moving, you might be able to find someone who can change you back. But which way do you go now?
Written by Elliott-Moose on 22 November 2016
Back to the tree
You waddle back to the tree, but that’s as far as your stumpy, misshapen legs will take you. You wish you’d thought this through a little better.
Still, this isn’t too bad, especially once you’re lying down. The itching from your scales hasn’t stopped, and your arms are too short now to reach most places, but it’s a different perspective on the world.
…Right. The positive spin is almost working. You should just face it. You’re a freak now. Or maybe that’s just the exhaustion talking – you can’t decide. Maybe you should just get some sleep, and when you wake up, you’ll be human again.
Written by Elliott-Moose on 06 December 2016
Sleep
You fall asleep, head tucked under your tail to keep the sunlight away. It’s a remarkably deep sleep, and the sun warms your lethargic blood – before long, you’re starting to stir, muscles relaxed and ready to run a marathon. You pull your head out from under your tail.
Your slow, pleasurable awakening, however, is interrupted as something bounces off your skull with a decided ‘thunk’. You snap at it, but it’s just an apple. Maybe it’s just that time of year –
-And another apple bounces off of your back. You raise your head, teeth bared and something between a yell and a growl starting in your misshapen throat.
“Hey, whoa, relaaaaax.” A tiny shape flitters down to a lower branch, hefting up another apple. “I need to get them down somehow!”
“…The apples?” you managed to ask, although every word hurts to force out. **** that genie. This wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t hurt so much.
“Well, yeah. Wanna catch another one for me?” Before you can say anything, she lobs it down, and you manage to catch it with your claws – and then fumble, dropping it to the ground.
“Nyah, you almost did it.” She hops off the branch, tiny wings like little iridescent leaves as she slowly drifts down to the ground. “Man, somebody hit you with the ugly branch. What happened?”
“Nothing,” you grumble, flopping back down on the ground. “What – you?” The fewer words the better, as far as you’re concerned.
“A pixie, duh! Haven’t you ever seen a pixie before?” She strokes her chin thoughtfully. “I mean, I guess not, if you were askin’ in the first place.” She shrugs. “Well, I won’t be a pixie for long!”
Your quizzical look apparently tells her what your question is. She gives a tinkling laugh. “You silly billy, these are special apples. I’m gonna be big! I’m tired of people stepping on me.”
Maybe the apples will turn you human again!
Written by Elliott-Moose on 23 December 2016
Eat one of the apples
You use your claw to sweep her aside (gently; she hasn’t done you any harm) and shove your snout onto one of the apples. It tastes… well, amazing. It’s an apple, but it tastes like the most perfect apple ever made. (Or maybe you were just really hungry.)
Almost immediately, you can feel the changes occurring. Your arms and legs start to straighten and lengthen, and your joints click back into the right position with a wonderful, satisfying feeling. Your skin is itching again, and you look back at yourself –
-hold on, aren’t the scales supposed to be disappearing? Instead, they’re changing colour, even though the rest of you seems to be returning to its normal shape. You get to your feet, stretching your spine blissfully, then keep watching your skin nervously.
“I said it would make you big,” the pixie says peevishly. “What did you expect?”
Your tail’s still there, too, counterbalancing your legs, which still seem to be shaped oddly. And – you touch the top of your head and yelp – your hair seems to have all fallen out!
That’s not the worst bit, though. Your chest is completely normal, flat and sinuous with the extra layer of scales, but with a quick peek between your legs, you realize you’re…well… a lady lizard.
It could be a lot worse, though. At least you can walk and talk now. And the tail has a lot of potential.
Written by Elliott-Moose on 05 January 2017
Thank the pixie
Thank you,” you say to the pixie, who blushes and fidgets a little with her oak-leaf dress. You can see her better now, even though you’re bigger – you guess the djinni’s spell was messing with your eyesight as well. She’s about the size of your middle finger, with long green hair and butterfly wings. You can’t help but enjoy how much bigger than her you are; you’ve never seen a pixie before, after all. They are cute little creatures.
“I didn’t do anything,” she mumbles – then perks up. “Oh! My turn!” She rushes over to the apple, climbing on top of it and wrapping her arms around the stem.
You watch with amusement as she takes a big bite of the apple. The resulting bite is maybe the size of your thumbnail, but it’s certainly a big swallow for her. She struggles to chew it, and when she swallows, there’s a definite bulge. She’s not done yet though! After taking a moment to let the first bite digest, she takes another one, and the bulge gets bigger.
You hope her transformation will start soon, otherwise she might pop! But what if she needs to eat the entire apple?
Written by Elliott-Moose on 20 January 2017
The end (for now)