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
Myth 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: Myth
Gender: ????
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Female Myth 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.<P/>There are five costumes in this room, all of them female, all of them are mythological land creatures.
- Snake <span class="female"><li>Wolf
- </span><span class="male"><li>Lion </span>
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Unicorn
When you come to, you are no longer in your living room and familiar home. Flat on your
back, you blink several times as an entirely white room swims into focus. It is perfectly
circular with no sharp corners, a most intriguing design that has no beginning and no end.
It makes your head spin and you groan, propping yourself up into a sitting position. Your
arm quivers, struggling to support your weight. What has weakened you so? You swallow
the lump in your throat and trace your hand over the smooth linoleum, the faint aroma of
cheap alcohol lingering on your breath. Panic sets in, twisting and contorting your stomach
as if filled by a rope of snakes. Are you trapped? You stagger to your feet, the room tilting
sickeningly, and call out.
“Hello?” You shout, leaning into the comforting embrace of the cool, white wall. “Is anyone
there?”
No one answers and you lower your head stupidly, wondering what you expected. Clearing
your throat, you cough hard, forgetting to cover your lips with the palm of your hand. Your
arm itches and you scratch it without thinking, lips turning down in a frown when it does not
immediately relinquish its annoyance. How are you going to get out of this room? Pacing,
you lose track of where you began and run a handful of prickling fingertips over the seamless
surface, searching for a flaw in the pattern of nothingness. Why won’t the itching go away?
You mumble a curse under your breath and peer at the back of your hand where the itch has
struck up something fierce, expecting to see an insect of some kind causing the disturbance.
Your eyes widen sharply and you stumble backwards, back flattening against the curve of the
wall. Holding your hand away from your body as if it is infected, you tremble at the sight of
the sprouting black hair, covering your skin as if by an animal’s fur. A non-human cry darts
past your lips and you slap the back of your hand, striving to scrape the hair away with your
short fingernails. A hallucination — the hair is not disappearing. A hallucination it must be, for
you refuse to believe that you are growing hair not only on your one hand now. Your other
hand is also afflicted and the hair spreads up both arms at a terrifying rate. You whimper and
crumple to the floor. What is happening to you?
The hair disappears beneath the sleeves of your loose fitting shirt and your belly is sucked
inwards, a lighter ‘padding’ softening the appearance of your masculine body. Groaning
harshly, you pant open-mouthed like a rabid dog and wrap your arms around your torso as
the itching sensation races up your chest and to your head. The fat from your stomach seems
to be migrating to your chest, though the feeling of femininity is unfamiliar to you and the
knuckle-cracking in your head is adequate distraction as your face changes in a way that you
cannot see. Bones grind and grate against one another for a brief, painful moment, realining,
and your eyes slide to the side. Your vision is left oddly distorted as you cannot see directly
in front of your nose any longer as it has shot forward as an animalistic snout.
Gasping for breath, you crawl into the centre of the room on all fours, shoes splitting and
leg bones rearranging themselves so that you appear to be ‘standing’ on your toes, although
your feet are hard and unyielding. You rock from side to side and something unknown shoots
from the base of your spine, wriggling down your now much looser jeans and slapping
against your left leg as if your spine has been stretched like putty. Between your legs, there
is an uncomfortable sensation as your genitals churn, twisting without known feeling and
seeming to...shrink? You are not sure and clap a new ‘paw’ (tipped with hard, wide nails on
the fingers) between your thighs, grasping nothing that may be constituted as proud maleness.
Something solid rises from the centre of your forehead and a silvery lock of hair flicks into
sight as your hairline rearranges itself down the back of your neck and a fringe cascades into
your eyes.
And everything stops. Your breath comes in short bursts as if you cannot quite catch your
breath after running yourself into the ground. Inherently, you know that you are no longer a
male but you refuse to understand or accept the moderate breasts on your chest or the snug
femininity between your legs. The rest of your transformation is uncertain and, before you
have the chance to contemplate your situation, bright light streams into the room from your
right. A door, blended seamlessly with the wall, slides open noiselessly and you narrow your
eyes at who enters, his hooves clopping loudly on the lewd linoleum.
Written by Amethyst Mare on 31 March 2013
