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
Forget that!
You're not about to follow some crazy drug addicted kid! Forget that, you're was doing the sane thing for once. You were walking away, surly someone at home could get you out of this suit, it was a virtual reality thing or it really was drugs. You were leaning to the earlier, because you felt clear-headed despite the physical changes. The perceived physical changes, you corrected yourself. Yeah, you were fine, just fine.
You watch the portal disappear with disinterest. You could picture it now that you weren't panicking. You were home, maybe in the living-room. You could see the worn out faded blue couch. Your father's but dent on the far right, no one would sit there because his father just knew if someone messed up his groove. Yeah you nod, it makes much more sense then what you were thinking earlier, I turned into a Renamon! You fail your arms as you mock yourself.
Your buddies were sitting on the floor of that old carpeted living-room, laughing their asses off as you ran around stripping off your clothes. Jerks, but you laugh; revenge would be sweet, very sweet; once you thought of something of course, but that could wait.
You take the time to glance around the shop. The helmet or visor you were wearing was high- tech. You couldn't tell this wasn't real. You walk over to the walls covered in shelves and racks of clothes. You shifted though a multitude of brightly coloured sun-dresses, the scratch of the metal hanger catching of the metal bar sounded so real. The dresses, you grab hold of end of a dark purple one, it felt soft to you paw pads. Yup, you convinced yourself. This was a wicked game, the graphics were amazing. That Impmon? A side quest or something.
You just had to wait for mom to get home from shopping or dad to get of work. They'll yell at your friends, they completely deserved it the jerks. If it was your mom she would cuddle you a bit, mom's were great like that. If your father came first, he would knock you in the head for getting caught up in something so stupid, and go in a rant of how technology was going to be the downfall of humanity. Given the scare you just had? You promised your-self not to roll your eyes with this one. It would be hard, but your father may have at a point this time. No more virtual realty games for you after this, given that you couldn't remember getting on this one.
“Maybe it's a beta game and I found I glitch?” You mutter out loud to your self. Maybe you should give into the game and try on one of this dresses? Maybe you would gain some experience points or something, you think.
“ Oh! I'm so sorry, I hope you weren't waiting long!” A small furry white digimon came in, it had green rings on its long droopy ears, and on its collar-bone, it reminds you of those terrier dogs your neighbour has at home, that image struck home when you notice the little black claws and paw-pads has it walks upright over to you. “Do you want to try it on?” it sounds female, with its soft voice. It was a Terriermon! That's why it reminded of a dog, you give yourself an internal high-five.
“No that's fine,” even though you were just thinking of doing that very thing.
“ Don't be shy! That purple dress would compliment your yellow fur, you would shine in it! The dressing room is over here.” Terriermon turned and gave a little scream, which made you collapse your ears against your head. That wasn't an attack as far as you remembered, but it should be. “What happened to the dressing room!” Terriermon pointed to the tattered curtains and clothes. “We don't even sell those kind here!” Before you could either lie or give in to the truth, you both turn at the sound of someone clearing their throat.
There stands a man in a black suit, he was tall, lean and greasy and your nose twitches and he smelled bad, like something rotting.
“ Of course you wouldn't sell jeans here, what digimon could where them? You useless creäture.” He paused and looked around the little shop, disgust crumpling his face.
“ Give us the boy or should a say girl.” the man says like he was asking for a piece of gum.
Written by psto1464 on 09 June 2017
