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In this story you can hop between realities following these rules:

 

No more then

 

These measurements are based on your home reality.

 

Your home reality is the one where you start your journey from.

 

When you hop to another reality you switch your mind with anybody who is there already.

 

If you hop to a different reality then your home reality from another reality then:

 

Reality 3 contains you.
Reality 2 contains the person from reality 3
Your home reality contains the person from reality 2

 

If someone dies then the person whose reality he/she home reality changes to that of the person who died. (Using the example above , if the person in your home reality dies your home reality becomes reality 2. If the person in reality 2 dies then the home reality of the person from reality 2 becomes
3.)



Written by Catprog on 22 August 2004

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This is for characters from the other stories in other scenarios.



Written by catprog on 21 February 2016

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Written by Catprog on 14 October 2017

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Jared didn’t think much of the novelty shop the first time he saw that it had opened. All he saw were some goofy looking trinkets and gadgets hanging in the window, nothing that quite gathered his interest or delight. A deeper look through the front glass revealed nothing more than counters full of gag gifts and plastic toys, although he never quite took the time to look more closely than a brief glance. The only thing that really stood out to him was the name of it: Get it Here, emphasis the store’s. The way the word ‘it’ was so bombastically highlighted caught his eye, as if ‘it’ was the very thing he’d been looking for his entire life, whatever that may have been.

 

So he wasn’t bothered by the shop’s existence until one day he did see something worth his attention. Displayed in the front window, loosely draped over a porcelain mannequin was a black and white onesie. It wasn’t until Jared had passed the store completely that his brain registered what he had seen. He came to a quick halt, turned around, and stood in front of the mannequin for a closer look. Immediately in front of him was his reflection in the glass, face turned upwards. Most of the onesie was black, but around the torso was a tan oval like an underbelly. It had a hood pulled over the head. Semi-circle ears sprouted from the crown. A single white stripe ran down the center of the forehead. He saw through the legs a fluffy black tail hanging from above the onesie’s seat. His up-close inspection confirmed what he had thought: it was a skunk onesie.

 

It might not have been the thing Jared had been looking for his whole life, but it certainly demanded his purchase. His love for skunks carried back to his early childhood, something fostered by the creature’s unwarranted disdain by the public. He had always wanted to have one as a pet, but was withheld by state laws and his landlord’s pet policy. While this wasn’t the real deal, it looked pretty close. The fur seemed authentic and warm. It wasn’t something he thought he’d mind wearing on a cold night. Maybe it was odd for a grown man like him to purchase something so silly, but quite frankly, he didn’t care. He had to have it.

 

He waltzed into the shop at a brisk pace. The door opened to the jingle of a bell above his head. The proprietor, a tall old man with slick, white hair stood behind the counter. He was smiling at Jared with his hands clasped together on top of the desk. He had seen Jared staring through the window and fully anticipated his entry. “Hello there!” he said in a voice that reminded Jared of his grandfather’s. “How can I help you?”

 

Jared gulped. “Yes, um… I was wondering if I could buy the suit on the mannequin I saw?” He pointed to it. Looking at it from behind he could see how realistic the tail was. The double-stripe running down its center looked flawless, almost like a real skunk’s. He’d have thought it genuine if not for the seamless way the rest of the suit was pieced together. There was no way multiple animal pelts could be fashioned together so flawlessly.



Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 03 December 2022

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The old man squinted his eyes at it. “Which one? You mean the skunk one?”

 

Jared felt a tad embarrassed. “Yeah.”

 

The old man smiled. From across the room Jared could see how cerulean his eyes were. “Perfect. I didn’t think I’d be selling that any time soon. I’m glad you showed up.” He walked around from behind the counter towards the window. He grabbed the mannequin and hoisted it off of its stand. Jared made to approach and help, but the man held him back with a polite show of his palm. “I’ve got it, son. Don’t worry.” He unzipped the front zipper. As he slid it off the mannequin, Jared wondered. Was that zipper there before? The old man cradled the onesie in his hands, which Jared noticed were conspicuously without wrinkles. “Yeah, this is a nice one. I worked extra hard on it. Wanted it to be as real as I could make it.”

 

Jared was afraid to ask. “What’s it made out of?”

 

The old man rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, trying to remember. “Ah, nylon? I think?”

 

Jared relaxed. “OK, that makes sense.”

 

The old man gave him an assuring look. “No skunks were harmed in the making of it, I promise you.” He brought it to the front desk and laid it out. As he rang it up, Jared ran his fingers over the surface of the suit. The old man said nylon, but nylon didn’t feel anything like this. This was coarse and scratchy, the exact same texture he’d expect on a wild animal. He’d never had the pleasure of petting a real skunk, but this was what he expected one to feel like. “That’ll be $35,” the man said.

 

That was cheaper than Jared expected, but he wasn’t going to complain. He pulled out his card and the man rang him up. “Can I, uh, get a bag to put this in?”

 

“Not ashamed of anyone seeing you with this, are you? There’s nothing wrong with it.”

 

“N-no,” he lied. “I just need something to carry it.”

 

The man nodded. “Of course. Let me get you one.” He reached behind the desk and produced a large paper bag. He neatly folded the onesie into a square and put it inside. With a gentle push he slid it towards Jared’s side of the desk. “Here you go. Have fun with it, Jared.”

 

“I will, thanks. Um…” Did I tell him my name? He remembered that he gave him his card. His info probably popped up there. “What’s your name?”

 

“You can call me Leland. Nice to meet you.”

 

“Nice to meet you too, Leland.” He took the bag off the desk. It felt heavy, like there was a small animal inside of it. “Thank you.”

 

“No, thank you. Until next time.”

 

“Yeah, see you.” Jared headed out of the store, clutching the bag’s strings tightly, Leland’s blissfully blue eyes still shimmering in his mind.



Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 04 December 2022

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He wasn’t in his apartment for more then five minutes that night before he was stripping down to his underwear so he could try on the onesie. It was laid out on his bed, awaiting his use. When he was down to his underwear, he picked it up and gave it one last look. So real. Nylon, polyester, whatever, it was perfect for making skunk fur. He looked at the collar and saw the zipper. It was small, which is probably why he missed it the first time. He pulled it down and split the belly open. He noticed that the inside was shiny like velvet, inviting him even more. With a giddy smile he stepped his foot into one leg, then the other. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled it up until his feet popped out the bottom. He wiggled his toes and rolled his ankles, loving how soft it felt against his legs. He stood up and put his arms through the sleeves. He zipped it back up, then finally flipped the hood onto his head.

 

Voila! He was a skunk. The soft interior clung to his skin snugly, tingling him with delight. He rubbed his bare hands over his tummy, savoring the outer softness. He could feel the tail hanging from above his butt. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve said it had bones running through it. But forget how nice it felt, he had to see how it looked. He scampered off to the bathroom and turned the lights on. He saw himself in the mirror, decked in that mephitine suit like a toddler on halloween. An ecstatic smile split his face. He looked so cute! He turned his back to the mirror and checked out his tail. Oh yeah, it was perfect. He ran his hands down his back, noticing how snug the suit was so his skin. Funny, he remembered how loose it looked on the mannequin. Maybe it was way smaller than he was.

 

He turned his frontside to the mirror. He stood there with his arms akimbo, looking and feeling proud. There was no need to be ashamed, not when he felt so comfortable. He had found his new pajamas. Heck, it was a good thing he lived alone, because he definitely planned on wearing this thing as often as he could. Only when he cooked meals or had people over would he take it off. Oh yeah, and he would clean it of course. He loved it, but not that much. Something so special had to be taken care of anyway. Just as he thought of it, he realized with a rumbling tummy that he hadn’t had dinner yet. He grasped at his collar for the zipper.

 

There was nothing there.

 

He patted his hand around to confirm that the zipper he very clearly remembered using was gone. He slid his hand up and down his belly. There was no crease or stainless steel teeth like before, nothing but faux fur. He clawed, picked, and stretched the fabric across every part of it, including the front and back sides. There was no zipper. The first throbs of panic settled on his heart. He stared down at the suit and saw with his own eyes that there still was no zipper. Where did it go?



Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 05 December 2022

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He had no time to formulate a theory before he felt the onesie tighten around his body like a bag being vacuum-sealed. His spine shot into a straight line. He looked at the mirror and saw that whatever slack the suit had was now gone. It had fit into the contours of his body, leaving absolutely no room in between whatsoever. Most alarming was the hoodie which had fallen on his head like the top portion of a wetsuit. He was terrified that the suit would continue shrinking and crush him.

 

But the suit was not shrinking. It was assimilating. He felt something tingle down his wrists. He looked down and saw the fabric lengthening down towards his hands like a living liquid spreading its territory across his skin. His wrists disappeared, then the bottom half of his palms, then his hand entirely. “What is this?” he screamed. He shook his hands frantically. It didn’t work. He shook them harder. Nothing happened. He shook them so hard that they nearly flew off by the joint. The suit continued claiming his hand until no skin remained. What replaced it was a thick cushion of fleshy padding where his palm had been. What felt like a tugging sensation on the very tips of his fingers was his fingernails sprouting into long, white claws made for digging.

 

He felt a pressure on his feet. He looked down and saw the same process happening to them. What had been a tightening of the suit was now more like a physical melding. Flesh bonded with fabric. The cells of his skin melted and fused with the velvet liner. The hilt of the skunk tail drilled into the base of his spine. He wasn’t wrong when he thought it had bone inside of it. He knew that now that it was latching onto his vertebrae and rendering the tail a part of him. When he tried pinching the suit off of him, he could only wince in pain. There was no suit, only skunk.

 

He looked back into the mirror. The outer limits of his face had been consumed by fur. The rim of his eye sockets were black. A white stripe ran down his forehead. His formally brown mop of hair was now a shaggy white cumulus. He thought a black cloud would consume his vision as the fur crept down into his visor, but was spared that punishment at least. What he was not saved from was the black fur closing in on his nose and lips. “Ah!” A great pressure pushed out from inside of his head, right behind his medulla. He went cross eyed and looked at his nose. What were two bumps on the bottom corners of his peripherals became long, black protrusions that reached out to the center of his vision. His nose and jaws were sprouting forward into a snout, a painful process that felt like someone had stuck a hook in the roof of his mouth and was pulling it straight out of his face. He gripped the rim of the sink growling through the pain until it came to a stop. The very last bit of change he suffered through were the quick sprouting of whiskers from his upper lip, each one coming out individually.

 

All of the sensations stopped at once. His eyes snapped open to reveal the reflection of not a man but a skunk, a six foot tall, 180 pound, hard working skunk. He was speechless. The reflection in front of him moved in perfect accord with him. He held his hand- no, his paw -up towards his face. He dared to touch his cheek. He gasped. He felt both the tickle of whiskers on his palm and the tingle on his lip. It was real. It was all real.



Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 06 December 2022

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Terror set in. “Oh God! Oh no! Why?” He rubbed his paws all over his face, stretching the skin to find any breaches that would reveal normal human skin beneath. All he got was the sight of sharp canines sticking out from his gums. Nothing human besides his upright posture remained. Even his underwear had magically vanished. What was he going to do now? Was this permanent? He had to call someone, but who? 911? How was he supposed to explain that over the phone? Who would they even send? It had to be someone who trusted him, but he doubted even his own mother would believe a single word of what happened.

 

But he couldn’t just lock himself in his apartment for the rest of his life, or however long this curse would last. Maybe Leland will have a cure. That old son of a bitch knew what this would do to me. That would have to wait. First he had to get help. He ran out of the bathroom, whipping his fluffy skunk tail through the air behind him. Morbid curiosity drove him to try and move it. Sure enough, it wagged on command like the feathered fan of a burlesque dancer. That was kind of cool, but not enough to stay focused on. His phone was left on his dresser. When he picked it up it felt strange against his paw pads. He clicked the power button, bringing up the lock screen. He tried putting in his pin, only to smack the tips of his claw into the glass. He hissed a curse, then carefully typed the pin in with the meat of his finger. He opened his contacts and selected the person who lived the closest, his sister Maria.

 

She picked up on the third ring. “Hey! What’s up?”

 

“Maria?” His voice came out scratchy and odd.

 

“Yeah! You OK?”

 

“Um… No. I kinda have an emergency.”

 

“Oh. What’s wrong? What happened?” The concern in her voice cut like an edge.

 

“Well, I’m fine. I’m not hurt. Nobody’s hurt, but… I need you to come over.”

 

“OK. I’m headed over right now. What is it?”

 

He cringed. “It’s hard to explain. I can’t tell you over the phone.”

 

He heard the frown in her voice. “OK… How bad is it? What’s going on? Do you need me to call the police?”

 

“No! Just… Just get over here, OK? I can’t explain it without you seeing it.”



Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 07 December 2022

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She didn’t ask anymore questions. “OK. I’m on my way.” She hung up the phone, leaving Jared alone in the silence of his apartment. He spent the next several minutes pacing around, rubbing his paws nervously. His pink button nose twitched incessantly. His tail would flick and jitter behind him. He tried putting jeans on, only to find that the extra padding of fur prevented that. A towel around the waist was going to have to do. A sharp buzzing sound rang through the apartment when his sister hit the intercom. He unlocked the door for her and she came running up. Jared panicked. She can’t see me like this right when she walks in! He ran into the kitchen and hid behind the doorway right as he heard knocking on the door. “Jared?” called a voice.

 

“Come in,” he hollered. “It’s open.”

 

Maria opened the door and stepped inside cautiously. “Jared? You here?”

 

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m in the kitchen.” He heard her footsteps approaching rapidly. “Wait! No! Don’t come in here.”

 

She stopped abruptly. “Jared? Are you OK?”

 

“No. Well, yeah, kinda. It’s complicated.”

 

“What happened?”

 

“I…” How was he supposed to explain this nonsense? “I bought a suit.”

 

“You bought a suit?”

 

“Yeah, a weird one.”

 

“Uhh, OK. Is that bad?”

 

“Yeah. It’s pretty bad.”

 

“OK. Did it do something to you?”

 

He sighed. “Yeah. It definitely did something to me. You have no idea.”

 

“You can show me. I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about.”

 

That was just a fraction of his concern. “It’s not that. You might freak out.”

 

That didn’t soothe her any, but she tried to remain calm. “I promise I won’t freak out. Just show me.”

 

“You sure?” God, this is gonna suck. “I mean, it’s pretty bad. You’re not gonna believe it.”

 

Her concern only seemed to grow. “Just show me.”

 

“OK. Here I come.” With two deep breaths, he stepped out from behind the doorway to reveal himself.



Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 08 December 2022

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Maria recoiled backwards and dropped her jaw. This wasn’t anything she could've anticipated. She thought it would be a clown suit he had gotten stuck in somehow. This… wasn’t a clown suit. Still, she didn’t think it was real, just a very convincing looking fursuit or makeup. “Wow! That… Oh my God.” She looked him up and down, taking in every bit of his skunky form.

 

“Yeah, I know. I wasn’t expecting this when I bought it.”

 

“It looks so real…” she said, leaning forward to get a closer look.

 

“Maria, that’s the thing. It is real.”

 

She stopped. “What? No it isn’t.” She said it like it was a plain fact; it should have been.

 

“It is. I swear I’m not kidding. It was a onesie. I put it on. It…” He flashed back to the trauma of watching himself be devoured. “It swallowed me.”

 

Maria dared to step closer. Her eyes were locked on his mouth. The teeth and gums were flawless. They moved so seamlessly. The eyes moved in their sockets without pause. She reached her hand out to his face. She came in slowly, ready to pull herself back in case he bit back. He braced for her reaction when the truth would dawn on her. Her fingers brushed his cheek. It was soft and warm. She gasped, then screamed. She ripped her hand away and held it like it had just touched an oven. “Oh my God!”

 

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he hissed, holding a finger over his lips. “Calm down!”

 

“Jared! What happened?”

 

“I don’t know!” he insisted with a frantic shake of his paws in front of him. “I just put this suit on and it made me like this! I didn’t expect it at all!”

 

“Wh-what… Why?”

 

“I said I don’t know!”

 

“No, I mean why did you buy it?”

 

“Oh… Well, that’s a long story. I thought they were pajamas. They looked comfy, so I guess-”

 

She cut him off with a curt wave of the hand. “Forget about it. That’s not important.” She rubbed her forehead. “Oh God. What are we gonna do? What do we tell mom and dad?”



Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 09 December 2022

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“I don’t know! But we should do one thing first.” He clenched his fists. “We gotta pay Leland a visit.”

 

Jared explained who Leland was while the two of them searched for something he could wear to disguise himself. Regular pants weren’t an option, neither were t-shirts. He was forced to wear some old gray sweatpants and a hoodie that would help hide his head and paws. He had to tuck his tail into the back of the hoodie and fold the tip of it against the back of his head. Thanks to his new claws, none of his shoes fit. He had to put on thick socks and some sandals. All of that together couldn’t hide his face or the snout that jutted from it. They were lucky that he had a camo scarf he wrapped around his head, leaving only his eyes uncovered. A pair of sunglasses helped fix that. He had become the invisible man, swaddled in thick, warm clothing from head to toe. If only it wasn’t July.

 

The two of them made their way out of the apartment building as inconspicuously as they could. Jared shuffled along the way, sweating like a pig in his clothes. The huge claws on his toes made his feet heavy. His tail being jammed up against his back was uncomfortable. It was when they made it to the elevator that he realized that he should’ve put on gloves. He couldn’t pull his big black skunk paws out of the hoodie pocket and press the button to go down. They made it to the lobby where they passed a few of Jared’s neighbors. They shot him some queer looks, unable to recognize who it was behind so many odd layers of clothes in the middle of 80 degree weather. He felt their stares like knives in the back, praying that he would come back looking normal.

 

Maria drove him to the street where Get it Here was. He was greatly dismayed, but not quite surprised, to see nothing but a big fat empty building with a sign saying FOR LEASE hanging from the front window. That cruel wizard ran off as soon as he made that sale, probably. It all but confirmed that he knew what would happen to Jared when he put it on. Their only hope now was to go to the emergency room and hope for some kind of treatment. From what little Jared knew about the medical field, there were very few cures in the way of skunk transformation.

 

They rolled into the parking lot of the hospital. Maria guided him into the emergency room by his arm. Mercifully, the place wasn’t busy. A doctor strode up to them and asked what was wrong, looking at the bundled up Jared and preparing for the worst. “My brother…” Maria said. “He… he has a condition. It kinda flared up. We don’t know what to do.”

 

“Can we take off his clothes? Is it a skin condition?”

 

“Kind of?” she said. “I really don’t know how to explain it.”

 

Jared knew it was better to just rip the bandaid off. He pulled his paws out of his pocket and removed the sunglasses. In a single movement he pulled the hoodie and the scarf down, revealing his skunkified visage. “Hey, doc. I put on a suit that turned me into a skunk. Think you can help me out?”

 

This doctor in particular had seen some of the most horrific injuries throughout his career. He had been rendered numb to whatever cruelties fate could inflict on the innocent people he shared earth with. None of that quite prepared him for what had just landed in front of him. “Wow. Um…” He pointed to the beds by the wall next to them. “Right this way, sir.”

 

Jared sat down at one of the beds He was made to remove his clothes, revealing the rest of his furry, oreo-themed body. A few prods and pinches from the doctor confirmed that yes, this was real. This man had magically been transformed into a skunk. He called more doctors to come look. They thought it was a joke. Their own quick examination proved that it wasn’t. They held his jaw open and peered down his gullet. They lifted his skunk tail, poked his paw beans, sifted through his hair, and peeled his eyelids back. Those passing by saw the commotion and huddled in for a closer look. Gasps were had. Exclamations were muttered. Jared was forced to sit there and suffer a battery of prods and pokes, all before a small crowd of onlookers that grew by the minute.



Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 10 December 2022


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