Mystery
Jasmine had thought she was desperate for an exit from the Pokémon universe, but locked in a prison cell from which she’d journey to the gallows of forced matrimony there had never been a greater need to escape. The inexplicable return of Leland’s letter alongside the package was strange, but she wasn’t about to stop and think about it. No matter what creature awaited her in that box, she was going to put it on. Not even a cockroach or a slug suit would’ve stopped her. Anything to get out of this fucking place.
She tore open the package hurriedly at first, then more slowly when she realized someone might hear her outside the door. The box flaps came apart and inside was a velveteen screen of short white fur folded up tightly. Jasmine wasted no time yanking it out of the box and standing up so that it plummeted into its unfolded shape. What caught her attention the most were the blue protrusions which sprung out at her from the back. There were six of them, rectangular in shape, and about eight inches long. A tail drooped to the floor in the same color as the rest of the body. Not like any animal I’ve ever seen. What the hell is it?
Jasmine turned the onesie around and inspected the hood. Around the rim were two horn-like accents that were the same color as the back spines. A crest jutted from the back of the hood. A soft blue underbelly textured the front. Another mythical creature, she surmised. But what? There wasn’t any time to figure that out. Someone could come barging in at any moment. Without any more delay she unzipped the onesie and hurriedly stepped inside. This better not screw me over like the last two times, Leland. Jasmine tucked her arms into the long sleeves and noticed how broad and spacious they were. Massive, flat fingers fanned out at their ends. It made grabbing the zipper tab and flipping up the hood difficult, but after a few clumsy attempts they were both up, and the onesie was on.
Jasmine knew the protocol. She looked up from the zipper, waited a moment, then looked back down to see that it was gone. At once the onesie began to shrink into her skin to create an airtight seal like being inside a vacuumed trash bag. She hadn’t a mirror to check her progress in, but the creeping tickle which sank around her face was gauge enough. Her brow was swept over by the material, then her lips, and finally the nose.
The fibers interwoven through the onesie wove into her skin and triggered the growth process. All at once there came a body-wide bloating sensation. “Oof…” Jasmine hunched over a little and brought her hand in front of her gut. When they touched, she received the first bit of sensation in what was a swelling layer of abdominal muscle. What had been her breasts shrank under a plate of pectorals hard and heavy. The same happened to her limbs, a highway of taut muscle growing out and lacing through an impressive physique. Just clenching her hand into a fist brought a feeling of power not felt since she was a tigertaur.
The bone growth in the body was minimal, albeit much more intense in the face where her snout and features were drawn forward in a slow and arduous stretching. Jasmine grunted through the process, her only distraction from the discomfort coming from the sudden attachment of the tail to her spine, bringing with it a very sudden sweep of sensation from the root to the tip. From there it began to fill out with muscle and sinew, becoming a short and tough appendage which hovered in a slight curl just above the ground with its two indigo spikes near the tip in a broad V formation. Astride Jasmine’s face were the broad blue accents shaped like wingtips. They consumed the space around her eyes like a mask. A pointed crest grew out from the back of her cranium, and then her transformation was complete.
All the stretching and bloating came to a stop. Jasmine stood there blinking, the unfamiliarity of yet another new body ringing throughout her frame. She lifted one hand and inspected it. It was big, almost like a mitt. The fingers were long and flat with blunt tips. They were attached to thick forearms woven tight with wiry sinew. Looking down she saw the tough topography of her trunk and the dark blue color that covered her underbelly. The womanly figure she had just boasted had been chiseled into something much harsher. Looks like I’m Jared again, I guess, he thought. He’d lost count of how many times he had switched gender. He was used to it by this point.
Looking over his shoulder revealed the tail and back spines. The latter were long and curved like scythes albeit with flat tips. Waving his tail back and forth carried the weight of the thagomizer spikes at the tip. It struck him how familiar it was, at least in appearance if not feeling. I know this look. Where have I seen it? He was about to look down at himself to try and further jog his memory, but then it dawned on him. I have to be in a new universe. Maybe I can find a mirror.
He was about to dash for the door when he recalled the situation he was in. The door was still locked, likely with someone on the other side keeping watch. At least, that’s how it was in the selkie world he’d just left. The room was still the same. If the regular rules still applied here (Who fucking knows by this point) then it would transition upon him entering a new space. If I want to get out of here, it’s either through that door or the window, and there’s no way this fat tail’s going to squeeze through the latter.
Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 18 August 2025