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
Follow him!
“Caulmon, tell the Tamer to tell my parents I love them!” you shout already hot on the trail of the fleeing Guilmon.
“Will do, culu!” you hear Caulmon call from behind you. You don't care, you'll see her later. You were staying, giving into your new body and feelings. You couldn't miss this chance. This connection!
“Guilmon!” You shout catching up to the droopy figure that sat on the path-side. You taking him at a full run knocking Guilmon over with a thud and rise of dirt from the dusty path. “I hope there's place for a new digimon who knows nothing about using her claws to farm.” Guilmon sat unmoving, stunned by you actions.
“You mean-” You cut him of by rubbing your fur check against his scaled one.
“I'm taking the chance.” You tell him, he grabs you into a long tight hug. Reflecting the feelings that would continue to grow as you stay and make a life with Guilmon.
Written by psto1464 on 16 July 2017
Seven months later
Guilmon was just upstairs; taking a rest from tilling the gardens. “It's too soon!” You begin to pace the length of the room, as you talk to yourself. “Maybe seven months is long for a digimon?” You don't know you've only been a digimon for a little over seven months. “How would that even work?!” Your voice got a little higher with panic. Can two different species have a egg together?
“We could adopt?” You mutter quieter aloud, eyeing the door where Guilmon laid beyond sleeping. You stop pacing when you realize what you've just said. “Adopt!” You say normally, forgetting Guilmon's sensitive ears. How could you be thinking that! “I'm barely a good Renamon, how could I be a good mother?”
“Renamon I can't hold back anymore.” You hear Guilmon's voice from behind you, your heartbeats that races hard against your chest. Oh god! He heard you.
“I don't even know where they come from!” You shout as you turn to cover you embarrassment. Guilmon stood there moth a gap at you words with a familiar looking suit in his arms, but this one was a Guilmon suit. You back away from it stumbling into the counter behind you.
What is that.” You say trembling at memory of the pain the transformation gave you. Guilmon sighed and kept his large dragon head turned away from you.
“I found it in the closet two weeks ago.” You eye the costume and look up at Guilmon and down at the costume.
“Leomon's party.” You whisper.
“Yes I was cleaning out the second room and found this. I went up to Leomon to ask what it was and he told me it was a path you could take to go home.” You slid to the floor, that was why he was acting weird.
“Why would you ask him?” You were generally confused, you would have thought he would have asked Caulmon.
“He's like you.” Guilmon waved a clawed hand around as if he could reach out for the words he needed, you wished he could then perhaps this conversation would be less confusing.
“He was a she, who was a human and now a digimon that's a he.” Guilmon worded awkwardly.
“What?!” You never noticed! Sure, thinking back; Leomon tried to talked to you the party. You were to distracted by eggs and Guilmon's reactions to them.
“I should have told you sooner!” Guilmon final turns and looks at you, no you correct yourself he looks though you; his eyes weren't focus. “I shouldn't have tried to force you to stay.”
Written by psto1464 on 19 July 2017
