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
Normal 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: Normal
Gender: ????
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Male Normal 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 male, all of them are normal land creatures.
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Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Raccoon
On the clothing rack in front of you hangs a raccoon costume. It appears as though it’s meant for a female. Nevertheless, you are compelled to try it on. Placing your jeans on the seat in the corner, you remove the costume from the hanger and hold it out to examine.
The costume’s black and gray rings appear shiny, and its fur is soft and smooth. You place your right leg in, then your left. It fits tightly around your waist. You place your arms in the sleeves, then close the front around your chest.
A strange sensation overcomes you. The costume begins to fuse with your skin as black and gray fur replace every inch of flesh. Small paw pads develop over the skin on your palms and the soles of your feet. Claws form soon afterwards, and you recoil as you almost scratch yourself. A large, bushy tail sprouts from the base of your spine, catching you off balance. Its ringed pattern is identical to the soft fur covering your body.
A small snout grows out from your nose, sprouting whiskers on each side. Small ears develop on the top of your head and your hearing advances exponentially. Your chest begins to expand as breasts develop, much to your surprise. A sensation below draws your attention to a weightless, tighter feeling between your legs.
You face the full-length mirror inside the dressing room and look at your new body. A slender yet athletic figure stares back. Your eyes are much larger than you remember, now big and brown. At least I’m attractive, you think. Wait, what? You shake your head and scratch at your ear. I have to get out of here. You look down at the jeans you intended to wear, then back in the mirror at your unclothed body. Oh well. First things first. Your clumsily paw at the door handle, struggling to get it open. After a few moments the door swings open with a creak.
Written by MaxtheRaccoon on 06 May 2017
Department Store
You peer out into the hall and twitch your small ears. Everything looks exactly as it did when you entered. You cautiously make your way back into the department store, hiding amongst clothes as to avoid startling anyone with your appearance. Suddenly a figure approaches you and you spin around. Before you stands a similar looking female raccoon of your age and height. She holds a clipboard to her chest and an earpiece rests in the crevice of her ear. She smiles, revealing sharp teeth just like yours.
“May I just say, you are looking beautiful today, darling!”
You lose your breath at the thought of being called beautiful. It’s not exactly something you are accustomed to. You smile back politely, saying nothing.
“Let’s get you into something nice, okay? I have just the thing.”
She leads you off into the store.
The employee looks you up and down. “Now you seem like the…minimalist type, so let’s get you started with a strapless shirt and these comfortable shorts!” She finishes with a smile, handing you the clothing.
You look down at the feminine clothing in your paws as she leads you back into the dressing room. Inside, you search again for a way out. Nothing. You admit defeat, trying on the clothing. The thin shirt and small shorts fit you well. You reemerge from the dressing room. The employee waiting for you outside chatters with glee. “Let’s check you out, alright?
She leads you to the nearest cash register and rapidly presses several buttons, chattering to herself in the process. “The total will be 74.53. Will that be cash or credit?”
You reach into the pockets of the clothing you’re attempting to purchase. Suddenly, you realize the obvious. You look up at the employee and smile. She looks you up and down.
“Cash, or credit?”
Written by MaxtheRaccoon on 12 May 2017
Run
You look to your left and to your right, taking note of the large security raccoons by the front and back doors. The employee begins to get impatient. “I’m sorry, is there a problem?”
You catch sight of another employee happily swishing his ringed tail as he walks into the “employee’s only” entrance. Slowly backing away, you break from her gaze and run after him. The cashier chases after you. “Hey, get back here!”
Your claws clack-clack-clack on the polished tile floor as you sprint across the room, dodging clothing and people making your way to the back of the store. Upon reaching the male raccoon, he turns in surprise to see you. “Ma’am? You can’t be back here!” Without thinking, you stop, planting a long, passionate kiss over his lips. He goes limp. You break away, running past him and straight for the emergency exit. The cashier screams one last time, “Thief! Come back!” You push through the emergency exit and out into the crowded street.
Tall buildings and skyscrapers tower over you from all sides. The street is packed with people, all resembling raccoons. You rub your eyes with both paws, remembering that you look just like them. It’s easier than you thought to blend in. Everyone goes about their day, walking in every direction. Some wear business suits, others wear everyday clothing like you. You look down at your freshly stolen clothes remembering that it would be best to get as far away from here as possible. You walk into the crowd.
Up ahead at an intersection, several raccoons dressed in police uniforms scan the throngs of people. You panic, searching for a shop to hide in. A small dimly lit candle shop catches your eye, and you enter.
You are greeted by an elderly male raccoon who smiles as you approach. He meets you at the center of the store, pressing his cane to your chest. You flinch. “You aren’t from around here, are you, young lady?”
Written by MaxtheRaccoon on 17 May 2017
