In a room
The sign reads
"Welcome all new travellers.
To continue you must go through a series of doors.
After going through you will pick a costume. You will then become a half- human and half that creature.
After a week(100 mins a hour,20 hrs a day,10 days a week) has passed you may morph and get another costume. To start of with you will only be able to become 40% human to 60% human.
If you put on a costume you will then become that creature, be teleported to it's home town and have to wait a week before being able to morph.
After 50 costumes you may change into one of your other costumes and become 30% to 70% human. When changing costumes you must wait at least an hour before you can change costumes again.
100 different species/gender costumes allows you to gender-morph and become 20% to 80% human
200 different species costumes allows you to combine costumes and become 10% to 90% human
400 different species costumes allows you to return to your world with no more morphing
And 800 different species costumes makes a polymorph and allows you to morph outside of this world.
Also if you have a costume like a centaur then the human part will always be human and is counted towards the human percentage.
Any gender/species transformation magic of yours can only change your gender(if you have at least 100 costumes) and the animal part to a different animal.
When you change into a different costume (that you already have) you may teleport to that species home town but you will have the week penalty where you have no costume changes.
If you die while wearing a costume you will be reborn at the local inn (or appropriate location ). If you have more then 100 costumes you will lose the costume you had when you died and go to an appropriate place for your next costume.
If you fail to make it out in 100 years(100 weeks in a year) one of your possible forms will be chosen and you will be permanently stuck in that form(apart from magic) until you die. Also there will be no possibility of going back to your world.
Also, one final note: should you take a female form and become pregnant, you won't be able to change your gender until the child is born, though the other aspects of your form may change (the child will change to match.) That is all, and good luck!
You realise that you have to do what the sign said to do and go through the doors and grab a costume.
Alternatively you could use the key system to determine the room
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
Fictional Land
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are two more doors however and both of them have a sign on them saying
Costume room for
Element: Land
Type: Fictional
Gender: ????
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 01 January 1970
Female Fictional Land
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are five costumes in this room, all of them female, all of them are fictional land creatures.
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- Uraby(yu-gi-oh)
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Renamon
You slip on gloves that have the yin-yang simple on them. Suddenly fur shoots up your arm. You try and get the gloves off but fail.
You begin to scratch furiously as fur continues to spread across your body. Your chest is soon covered in white fur, which begins to grow thicker and ruffle up around your neck. On each shoulder, 3 "Spikes" of fur extend outward. Your fingers begin to merge together, forming 3 fingered paws with claws. You flex them.
The rest of you upper body, with the exception of your head, is now covered in yellow fur.
The itching sensation begins to extend down toward your waist.
You quickly throw the rest of your clothes off, not wanting them to get ruined as a yellow tail with a white tip extends from your spine. As the yellow fur continues down your legs, a stylized black ying yang symbol appears on your upper thighs. Your feet, now covered in white fur, begin to remould into digitigrade paws.
You can see in a nearby mirror that from the neck down it looks like you're wearing a costume of the anime character renamon, but seemed to have forgotten the mask.
That quickly begins to change though as you feel the bones in your head starting to shift. You yell out in pain as your hear them crack and restructure, making your head more vulpine. Your ears move up and extend outward. The yellow fur quickly grows all over your newly formed fox head, with white ear tips and a dark zigzag pattern underneath each eye.
Soon you are a full Renamom. You remember that this was the female room but the next change is still a shock to you.
As you watch in shock, your manhood begins to shrink and pull back into your body, you try to grasp it, hoping to maybe keep it from vanishing, but it's futile. You quiver a little as your internal plumbing begins to rework itself. You groan and cup your chest as it begins to swell. Two breasts grow underneath the white fur, and drop to your knees at the new sensations going through your body, as your breasts and new female organs complete their formation.
Written by on 04 September 2005
It's the perfect time to panic!
You're a girl! You're a girl! Your more freak out about this then the transformation into Renamon; only by a little. You fly out of the dressing room, swatting back the curtains only to cut them with your now clawed hands. Sounds of torn fabric sound louder, stronger than they ever did before on your human ears. Wild ideas run though your mind as you pace the shop, not yet brave enough to step outside of the suspiciously empty shop. You need help, but who?! Pacing up and down, you can't think of anything.
You stop and try to cross your arms, and fail. Your newly grown chest gets in the way. “How the hell do girls cross their arms?!”You yell in frustration. Thinking of your mom, you can picture her crossing her arms, but never thought to recall the details. You never thought something like this would happen. “Mom!” You yell, surly she'll know what to do. You briefly consider calling your friends, but surly they would not believe you and if they did. You would be a viral sensation in a you-tube minute.
“You're going to call you mom?” a voice laughs. Your ears twitch instinctively to the sound, and you spin to your right. You see the digimon, Impmon. His bandana flutters in front him as he continues to laugh at you, but you remind yourself; he can't be a real digimon and neither can you. This can't be happening you try to convince yourself. “This isn't happening? I want my mommy.” He wines at you, before he laughs again. “I changed the costumes and I can put them back. If I want too.” He hops the desk. “Follow me if you dare little former-human!” Impmon jumps behind the desk, you rush to the desk to see where he went.
“Holy shit” you say staring at the blue-green whirling portal. This whole day was turning into a
giant manga production. What should you do?
Written by psto1464 on 03 June 2017
Follow That Impmon
Is he really Impmon or a cosplayer high on drugs and has infected you with it? Either way you weren't going to let him get away with this! Without thinking you jump down the porthole. The swirling of lights and dancing colours around you start to make your mind spin. Your stomach isn't in a better place. Just as your think your going to threw up your last meal. The black spots that were forming in your eyes get bigger, until your completely swallowed up by it. You faint.
You wake up blinking at a foreign ceiling. The soft bed underneath you isn't your own, its much softer and cradles around you. Nearly lulling you into another sleep. That is when your brain decides to remind you of the past few hours. “Impmon!” you shout raising from the bed in a quick burst. It only aids in making your head spin.
“Be at ease Renamon, Impmon is not here.” your ears twitch again, you turn towards the voice. It was in the doorway of the simple bedroom. A large reptile stood there, he is about five no six feet tall, you start to sweat as you look on. You called him a reptile but as you look, you change it to a dragon. A large red dragon, with yellow eyes, long wing-like ears. It was a Guilmon, instead of hard and battle ready as you expected he was kind and motherly looking?
You stay silent in wonder, then you realized you started to accepted this all as real. He had to be a cosplayer or drug dealer too, right? “I don't do drugs!” you randomly shout at the now confused Guilmon.
“Okay,”Guilmon says slowly, putting down a covered tray, that you just noticed on a nearby dresser.
“I just want to get off this stuff, and go home!” you yell again, all the panic and fear you built up inside just spilling out. Guilmon nods, you feel free to put it all out there. “I just wanted to try on the costume. I'm a fan of Renamon! I never wanted to become one!” To just get it all off your chest. “Or is it some new drug?!” You start to shake, everything is just so much. “I just want to go home, a normal human male. I want this never to have happened to begin with!” You finish with a high pitch cry. Guilmon comes over to the bedside. He reaches out with a paw, a paw with three fingers; three fingers with huge claws. You?
Written by psto1464 on 20 June 2017
Stay
You stay still watching as the claw hand slowly comes down on your head. “I believe you. Impmon is a dangerous digimon, working with the wrong people.” The claw paw comes down to around your shoulder and pulls you in for a hug. “We don't get Tamers here in these parts often but I'll ask Caulmon. She'll know what to do, maybe call her older brother.” You hear the words but you feel kinda of funny, flushed, you push out of Guilmon's arms. Head turned away; you couldn't look Guilmon in the eyes. If you were still human you would think you were blushing, but do digimon blush?
“ I may not look it now, but I'm a guy, so no hugs!” You sound like a indent girl, but you couldn't help it! It was this suit that changed you and nothing more. Guilmon awkwardly failed his claws around before scratching his chest. When you look back at him, you see that like you a few minutes ago. He now turned away, and did his red face seem redder? You giggle thinking it's cute. You gasp and Guilmon turns away.
“
I didn't giggle!” You cry, you didn't, not one damn bit. You deny it with ever fibre of yourself.
“ Of course not! You're a guy, you just-”Guilmon rolled his shoulders searching for the right word. “Hiccoughed funny! Because you haven't eaten!” Guilmon said desperately. Equality desperate to pass it off you nod and agree.
“ I have breakfast!” Guilmon says, standing quickly. Nearly hitting you with his tail has he turned. “Let's eat out in the dinning room, instead of here, in this tight space; where we can only smell how nice you are.” You heart goes all gooey, he thinks you smell nice. WAIT! You yell inwardly at this thought.
Written by psto1464 on 29 June 2017
Story over breakfast
“Yes!” you talk just as loud as Guilmon. “To the dinning room!” Desperate to leave this weird female feelings behind you, you follow Guilmon to the dinning room for the most awkward breakfast of your life.
During this awkward meal you manage to tell Guilmon the story. Guilmon nods and seems just as shocked as you at what had happened. You agree that your only option is to go to this Caulmon and see what she could do. Together you make you way out of the house and up the path to Calumon's house.
“So you live all alone Guilmon?” You ask with a full stomach and Guilmon around you feel more at ease to make casual conversation.
“Yes, many of my type go with our battle instincts. Wanting to battle and work with Tamers.” He voice his trailing off.
“Not for you?” You say kicking an errant pebble out of your way. “You seem like you could be a natural.”
“I would be, but I like my farm. Working to grow things digimon need to evolve or to heal. It makes me feel complete.” You notice Guilmon turned sad, his tail dragging behind him on the ground. “You don't need to understand, I'm use to being the odd digimon out.” He tries to smile bravely at you, but fails. You can see his pain, and it inspires you to tell him something you never shared with another.
Written by psto1464 on 03 July 2017
Flowers
“I understand more than you know. My folks and their friends. Heck, even my own friends. Think I want to be a cop, work the beat. Carry a gun, fight to defend our citizen's” You swing out an arm in a mock salute. You know you sound bitter but can't stop. “I would really like to work in the gardens, tend the flowers sell them in my mom's shop; maybe in my shop!”
“You like to garden?” Guilmon asked, surprised. Your taken aback, you assumed he would understand.
“I know it's stupid.” You look away kicking a larger stone out of the path.“
No! Not at all! After all I'm a farmer! What do you think natural path for growth? No external manipulations?” Guilmon was leaning foreword tail swishing like a happy dog, which was adorable. There was those thoughts again! You ignore them and instead go with the conversation of farming and what to do about weeds, which could be found in any world it seemed. You feel free and relaxed like you haven't felt like in a long time.
“Here we are.” Guilmon sounded as disappointed as you felt. You were just starting to talk about how useful claws were in sowing of seeds. The house was simple, and well cute. You didn't even flinch at the word cute running though your mind. It was just a thing until you got out of this body, now that thought did leave a mark, you grimace. Had you grown attached to Guilmon so quickly?
“Caulmon!” Guilmon shouts out, “I have a visitor who needs you help!”
Written by psto1464 on 08 July 2017
Caulmon
“Back here, culu!” a girl called out from behind the house. “I've been waiting, culu!” You follow Guilmon behind the house. Your steps not as eager has they would have been earlier, maybe it's the suit you convince yourself. It doesn't want stuck back on that hanger.
“ Welcome! Culu!” said a tiny fairy like digimon, she was all white but for the small red triangle on the centre of its forehead, it was circled by other triangles' they were black. It also had purple socked feet and purple tipped ear, so all white was a little inaccurate ,you guess.
“I heard about your problem, culu.” Caulmon said flying over to look at your face.
“You want me to help Guilmon, culu?” Caulmon turned to Guilmon. Guilmon wraps his tail around himself to play with it with his claws.
“If it makes her, no him; happy.” Guilmon looks deep into your eyes, you can't turn away. His eyes were full of caring and love; and so quickly. You don't know if your flattered or repulsed.
“ A Tamer will come and pick up you up and take you home in the next gate, culu.” Caulmon was a cute digimon but it seemed to look at you with more knowledge then you think a fairy species could. “The outfit will go away with the next trip, but only if you take it soon. Otherwise you're stuck, forever a Renamon, culu.” Caulmon spins around you before stopping in front of your face again. “If that's what you wish.”
“I-I have to go home now.” A tearful Guilmon takes off. You hesitate to follow.
“You have to choose now, they'll be here soon, culu.” Caulmon stops waiting for your choice.
Written by psto1464 on 12 July 2017
Wait for the Tamer
“ I'll wait for the Tamer but later could you tell him...” You trail off not sure what to say. He was a great guy, digimon. Your short meeting influence you to grab hold of your dreams. When you got home, you would have that flower shop and you would name it after him.
“ I know, culu” Caulmon said. “Here she is.”
“ Wow, looks like a regular digimon to me.” A girl no more than twelve came out of the house. Red-brown hair pulled into a spiky pony-tail. She wore a light blue sport shirt with a dark blue broken heart in the middle of it, rolled up jeans and over-sized red running shoes. She had a Renamon, a real Renamon you feel compelled to remind yourself. Even though she looked exactly has you do now. “ I am a human boy. Thank you.” You say bluntly, just added the thank you to the end so you don't chase off your way out of there, and out of the costume.
“ Whatever. We best to go. We had a controlled digimon on our tail not to long ago. There's a gate nearby, should get you home.” The girl shrugged and turned to go the opposite way that Guilmon took to get you here. Renamon, turned and followed silently, which you were grateful for, you may now share the same icy blue eyes. You just knew yours didn't cut though you like a final judgement on your soul, you shiver at the thought.
“ Not so fast Rika! I'm not done playing with that digimon yet!” Impmon appeared out of nowhere. You jumped back nearly tripping on your own tail as it curved into your legs, your like a scared dog. You try to force it back out but fail. You can try to act fine, but your body knows your afraid. The girl, Rika is the opposite she stand out front with her Renamon, strong and ready to battle.
“I am a human boy.” You say not wanting a girl to out do you. It wasn't much, but it was all you got.
“ Surprised you followed me here momma's boy,” Impmon said, mocking you like he did earlier.
“ Mommas boy. Useless as a digimon and a human.” Rika snorted. Ouch! What was that girl's problem with you?
“ I didn't ask for this! I was just having some fun, when that! ” You point at Impmon who was pretending to cry in his eyes out. “Made a mess of things.” You could feel anger build up in you as you go on. “I just trying to play around, try on a costume of my favourite digimon!” You shout at Rika who remains un-bothered. “Which if you haven't figured it out yet, is you!” You point a claw hand at Renamon, Rika's Renamon. You feel pressure build up inside you, it has to come out!
Written by psto1464 on 19 July 2017
Attack Impmon
“ Gaahhhh!” you scream and leap into the air. The pressure in you slowly flows out, your feeling better as you raise a fist to give Impmon a beat down you feel he clearly deserved. A side glance revealed a ghostly blue flame enveloping your paw but you don't care. You're just mad. You bring down the flaming paw ready to send Impmon flying across the yard.
When Renamon step in front, purple sleeved arm crossed in front of her face. She takes the blow like its nothing, you stay trapped in that place until the ghost flames die out. You fall to your knees puffing, the anger drained out of you, You look up at the Renamon who stopped your blow. “
Thank you, that-that wasn't me.” You stutter, Impmon is one of the world's or multi-verses biggest jerk, but it wasn't your place to destroy him, that blow could have killed the tiny digimon! A final acceptance over the situation settles in you. “If I stay like this much longer, maybe you can help me with control?” You ask, even a few more hours with no control seem like to much. What if something set you off again? You didn't like that. If you hit someone, you wanted full control of the situation and power behind the blow.
“ Didn't know you cared Renamon.” Impmon jumped up and kissed Renamon's check. For a minute there you had assumed he was talking to you!
“ I don't,” Renamon finally talks! Answering Impmon with a cool uninterested voice. You watch as she picks him up by his bandana and tosses him like his nothing. With a simple flick of her wrist she sends Impmon flying over the house and out of sight. You look at your own yellow fur paw and black claws. You had the same power now. Which amazed you but not the control. Which you realize was more important then the power.
You look up at Renamon, who stared down at you with her icy blue gaze. “Your more amazing then I ever could have imagined.” In awe over what you now understand was a amazing amount of power.
“ It was nothing.” Renamon answered turning away. “Let's get you home, human boy.” Renamon walks over to her Tamer, Rika. Who must have stayed at the side-lines this entire time. Your happy that she called you human boy and not Renamon. It was good to have someone else remember and acknowledge your circumstances. Just for when, if, you got lost within yours.
“ Not bad. You could make some Tamer proud if you stayed like this.” Rika said, still standoffish but not insulting as earlier, you'll take it.
Written by psto1464 on 23 July 2017
Keep following your dreams
“ No thanks! I have my own dreams to follow, you know?” You say falling into step with Rika and Renamon.
“ That I can understand, momma's boy.” Rika said
“ I am not a momma's boy. My mom just happens to think under pressure better than me and I was thinking of consulting her in this matter!” You try to make it sound a lot better than the blunt truth which was; that you nearly wet your fur and wanted your mom. Doesn't make you a momma's boy, just a scared human boy. Perfectly natural under unnatural circumstances, you assure yourself.
“ I'm not done yet you power-hungry Renamon!” Impmon was back and was he talking to you? Or? All three of you twirl around Impmon is running at you. His red gloved? Or red paws had a small a red ball of flame on top of each finger. He was attacking!
Renamon casually walked in front of both Rika and you. “Enough.” Renamon says, with speed faster than your eyes can follow Renamon races forward meeting Impmon in the middle. Impmon slashes at her with red flamed claws. You wince but Renamon isn't bothered by the flames. His attacks, Impmon's attacks you figure must mean nothing to a fighter like Rika's Renamon. Renamon brings up a paw and slams it down on Impmon's head, knocking him out in one hit. He falls in a heap on the ground.
“That should keep him busy until we get you home.” Renamon walks back over to you. “ I guess that would.” You say surprised by the casualness of it. You walk on in silence until a familiar portal, gate comes into view.
“ There's your way home momma's boy.” You wince at Rika's nick name for you, but it's not like you'll see her again so you bear with it.
“ I just jump?” You said looking down into the familiar stomach turning, swirling mass.
“ Wait! Culu!” You hear Caulmon call out, the three of you turn. Seeing Caulmon buck and weave in the air as she tried to race towards you. “ What is it?” You ask, catching the tired Caulmon in your arms.
“ Won't work, culu.” Caulmon puffs, “I read it wrong. You will just travel to a different multi- verse. That would be unsafe, culu.” Caulmon melts her white body, almost disappearing into your yellow furred arms.
Written by psto1464 on 26 July 2017
