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
Fall asleep
Your body aches with dull pain as the last bits of the transformation is carried out. Soon enough, the costume you put on is virtually indistinguishable for your own body. You gawked at your hands and flexed your newly formed claws. “W-Wha… What is this?!” You rush to the nearest mirror in your room to confirm your worst nightmare, you had been transformed into a carbon copy of Renamon. As you run your hands over your new body, your heart races as you come to the shocking realization that this is indeed your body. Every tuft of fur belongs to you. With a held breath, you turn around and look your shoulder. If you had any lingering doubt, it was thrown out of the window. Extending from your tailbone was a giant, fluffy tail. When you willed it, it waved. Definitely yours.
“H-How the heck did this happen?!” You cry out, trying to wrap your mind around these improbable circumstances. “All I did was put on a stinkin’ costume!” You scratch at your new fur, trying to find anything that could help remove or reserve the transformation, but to no avail. You actually winced, feeling how sharp your claws were. This was beyond a prank. There was some sort of magic, witchcraft, or sorcery at work. It was the only explanation you could find.
Then, all of a sudden, you felt lightheaded, your inner voice telling it was best to get some rest. A haze started to fill your mind, lulling you to sleep. You glanced over at the clock on your desk to see it was eight o’clock PM. It was still early, and you never recalled your biological clock working like this before. Then again, all the other times you had neglected sleep, you wound up regretting it in the morning. “Let’s just say I fell asleep in my cereal bowl and leave it at that.” You said inwardly.
You shook your head, realizing off-track you were getting. “Wait, why am I talking about? I need to figure out what’s going on and how to fix it!” Unfortunately, the minute you took a step, your head swam. Your inner voice was telling you to please get some sleep and worry about it in the morning. Thinking with a heavy head did no favors.
With an exasperated sigh, you trudged over to your bed. You wobbled a little unaccustomed to your new biology, even falling over literally inches from your bed. You groped around and grabbed the mattress itself, pulling yourself up. Taking no more chances, you threw yourself onto an array of pillows and blankets. An animalistic hiss escaped your mouth as you felt the weight of your body on your tail. You instantly turn over on your side and massage the sore appendage. That was apparently something you would have to get used to for the time being.
The dull ache persisting within your new body finally died down, and you released a sigh of content. Now that you were relaxing, you mulled over this bizarre situation. You put on the costume to check and see if it fit for a convention later on this week. Of course, you bought the ensemble over the Internet on Ebay since neither you nor any of your friends had expertise in textile work. This was the cheapest find, and nothing in the description alluded to it being infused with some magical mumbo-jumbo that apparently turned you into a Renamon herself.
“Dang, man, what am I going to tell everyone else?” Your thoughts naturally drifted to your friends and family. Obviously, you couldn’t go out and tell them you’re you without them calling the police or animal control. Nobody would believe you. You trembled, and your heart beat faster at the notion of the people closest to you ostracizing you like an outcast. Quite frankly, it frightened you.
You managed to get under the covers but neglected to turn off the nightstand. All there was left to do was to get some sleep. Unfortunately, the chilling events that just transpired were still fresh on your mind. You couldn’t be blamed. Sleep was the last thing on your mind, but it was begging for it. Perhaps the answer will come to you in a dream? Will the transformation reserve after a good night’s rest? As you contemplated these slightly more hopeful possibilities, you were put at ease. After all, you needed something pleasant to think about, or you’d definitely have a nasty case of insomnia. That wouldn’t help at all.
Eventually, after just lying there for about six or seven minutes, you thought about the convention again. Your group of friends were going as the cast of Digimon Tamers with you as Renamon. You got stuck with the role because you all literally drew names out of a hat. Not that you were complaining. The convention was supposed to be awesome. Practically every scrap of Digimon media was going to be featured. Nothing but fun and wilding out as fans.
This is what you fell asleep thinking about.
Written by grade-amasterpiece on 30 March 2016
