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
Illustrated by catprog
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
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
So which door do you want
Illustrated by catprog
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
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.<P/>There are five costumes in this room, all of them female, all of them are normal land creatures.
- Snake <li><span class="female">Wolf</span></li>
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Your brown hair blew in the wind as you stand on your balcony, sun rising over the tall buildings. You look down at the ground below, the streets bustling with people, cars, busses, and the occasional garbage truck. The fast pace of the city becomes like a roller coaster of sounds and smells as you weave your way through an ant-line of other people down the streets of the busy city. Your mind continues to wander as you imagine yourself walking to and from work, school, your parent’s a hundred times before as you have.
You adjust your glasses and look at your pale palms as you ponder the life you are soon to live upon squirming into your new outfit. The icy wind of the city cutting through your face; you look out onto the water as you ponder your old life. The sound of the cold tile against your loafers cut through the empty white noise of your house as you paced your way back towards your completely white living room.
“These walls look like a hospital.” You think to yourself as you focus your attention to a fuzzy brown costume folded up on your couch.
You admire the fur from a distance, not fully believing for yourself that you picked this one because it matched your own hair color, you enjoyed that! Your head swivels around to close the curtains before sliding out of your neatly creased pants. You button down your shirt and undo your tie, standing before your outfit in your underwear. “This ought to work.” you say to yourself, feeling freer than ever in your house, as you tend to never spend much time nude; your heart begins to race.
You lay alongside the folded up costume. The fur gently tickles your bare skin as you stretch it out along your length as you lay on your familiar couch. “It’s show time.” you say to yourself as you begin to maneuver your feet into the thin fluffy sleeves of the jumpsuit, already feeling the body suit begin to mold to your figure, it forms a tight bond around your ankles, your calves, your knees and thighs. The deeper you go into the suit the tighter it forms around your body.
A feeling you could describe as skin deep pins and needles begin to take over your body as you feel the furs dig themselves into your epidermis, it’s painless yet slightly uncomfortable. You feel the fur starts to form around your neck as you slide your final arm into the sleeve and zip up the length of your outfit. The brown fur beginning to lengthen around your chest, you can begin to feel your spine sprout a tail straight out of your lombard, the force rolling you onto the floor.
You let out a small yelp as the trauma of you falling onto the floor frightens you slightly, you curl your tail uncontrollably, still barely used to the new limb. Your hands begin to form meaty paw pads, almost callused in texture, your fingernails elongating into long thin claws. The flailing of your fluffy tail knocks a few of your trinkets off your glass coffee table, causing a loud crash to be heard throughout your apartment against the reflective tiles.
The fur begins to form along the length of your neck, around your ears and eyes, and you can feel your teeth begin to grow into two jagged spikes. You reach up to feel them, biting your lip not yet used to your new maw. Before you even reach you face the appearance of your new hand surprises you; your boney fingers now covered in a short coarse fur. You gaze upon your lean new figure as you regain your bearings on the process of this transformation.
Your vision almost becomes tunnel focused to the door, as you feel the urge to run into the bathroom to see the entire extent of your new body. You launch towards the door on all fours and swing the hinges open. To your surprise you’re no longer in your apartment, but in your childhood home. Your parents' house?
Written by Driftingdragon on 27 November 2019
You rush downstairs, knowing exactly where everything is from the depths of your memory. Your mind races at the idea of being back in your parent’s house. But only this time something’s different. Your parents greet you from your kitchen as you run into your living room, a look of shock falls upon your face as you realize your parents are now also squirrels.
A large squirrel wearing a button up greats you.
“Welcome back honey.” He embraces you, followed by a much shorter chubby squirrel, wearing an apron.
“Yes dear, how was school?” She asks you. You freeze taken aback,
“Oh yes! School was nice, just the same as usual.” It’s a cinch, of course you’d be able to improvise this situation.
You stand a height roughly in between your parents’. You observe the familiar space of your parents’ kitchen, pots and pans hanging around the walls, teacups neatly placed in china cabinets, the tacky wallpaper spread between the trimming.
You glance out the window to see that the sun has already set, regardless of the fact that the sun was just climbing its way into the sky when you slipped on this outfit. You look out into your childhood street as the streetlights light the path farther beyond what your eye can see, it’s almost nostalgic. Your mother begins to make her way to the opposite of the kitchen island to continue her daily chores, she looks to you excitedly.
“You know that boy has been coming over lately to check up on you. You haven’t been going out as much recently.” Your mother asks with questioning eyes.
“I’ve just been feeling kinda sick is all ma.” You reply quickly, already rehearsing this line in adolescence. Your mind thinks back to your childhood lovers and considers who this may be referring to, though you recall to have been rather focused on your studies throughout this period of time. Did you even have a mate at this time? You ponder to yourself what version of this world you’ve been transported to prior to your transformation. There is something about this world that seems a bit off-putting; you can’t seem to pinpoint the disturbing aura. “Alright well I’m headed to bed.” Your voice trails off as you stumble your way upstairs, still growing used to your elongated digitigrade feet-paws as you ascend the staircase.
Your room remains exactly the way you remember it, though it’s appeared that some objects have become shifted and disheveled. The space seems to stare back at you as you pass the threshold. The floor creaks under the weight of your tired body as you almost seem to melt into your bed.
“So I’m going to have to live as a teenage squirrell again, in my parents’ house like a little kid?” You roll your entire body into your fluffy pink comforter. “I mean there are some things that I’d probably enjoy trying differently now knowing all I know.” You ponder to yourself. “I was in a really different place..” you continue. “Wait and who was that boy mom was talking about?” Your banter continues throughout the night, wondering what kind of adventure has just been presented to you?
Written by Driftingdragon on 02 December 2019
You find yourself getting forced to go to school by your parents, over the next several days. Taking your classes, hanging out in clubs, and self enlightenment, all old news to you at this point in your life. You haven’t found it in you to truly mix things up this time around. You’ve always been such a good student, showing up to every single class, turning in every assignment, and attending every seminar and parent teacher conference. There is barely anything to lose in this reality, therefore the world is almost completely yours.
Upon entering your next period you think to yourself, breaking free of the social normative life you’ve placed yourself in since before you were actually this age. “I think I’m going to ditch school today.” You think to yourself, finding yourself in an annoying crowd of other animals around you. You can’t help but think about how uncanny it is to recount your memories in such a novel recreation.
You find a space within the crowd, as they pour into their classrooms, you slip away, making sure your bushy tail isn’t going to giveaway your personal ejection. Your footsteps treading lightly to try to negate more attention from you as you slide through the door.
The school courtyard is just as you remembered it, a vast field which the building of the school wrapping around the emerald blades of grass. “Still as well kept as pristine as I remember.” You sigh to yourself as you consider the possibilities of what this newfound freedom has to offer. In that moment your mind leads you to consider the fun activities in the area.
You walk down the empty streets, the sun shining down from directly above you, almost lighting your path as you walk aimlessly around your childhood town. Your feet almost magically transporting you to exactly where you need to go. “Maybe I can just go shopping or find a party to crash or some shit.” You scoff to yourself, knowing your previous ‘star child’ background never gave you the opportunity to truly enjoy your childhood.
“That’s it!” You think to yourself as your eyes light up in realization. “I’ll go to the abandoned mill. It’s been years since I’ve stopped by there.” A new kind of hop appears in your step as you pick up your pace and stroll merrily along to the abandoned mill, a place long since abandoned in your mind. “I wonder if any of the crew would be there.” Your mind throws around the plethora of names you recall from your teenage friend group, and how you all would spend time there on weekends, and even the occasional study group.
You find yourself among the same decrepit abandoned mill as your memory recalls from your childhood, the sun still high in the sky and illuminating the entirety of the various scattered shacks gathered around an old grain silo. The wood forming deep cracks in the bowing support beams of the structure.
“Wow it hasn’t changed” You say to yourself as you walk up to the enormous grain tower, placing your hand on the graffitied walls, weathered by the years passed. You rush your way into the structure where you spent most of your time in your adolescence, nostalgia washing over you as you traverse the powdery chalk covered ground. You approach the most familiar corner of the shambles of the aged shack and take a seat, viewing the room from the same angle ingrained into your memory.
Something uncanny catches your eye; some writing etched into the concrete near your favorite corner. “I miss you here.” you read aloud, written next to two squirrel stick figures holding hands, one with light brown hair, and one with dark hair, holding hands.
“That can’t possibly be about me.” You laugh to yourself, disregarding the ironic location of the scribe, “Hah, that’s pretty narcissistic.” You continue on that afternoon disregarding the detail.
A few hours pass and you decide to begin making your way home. During your exodus you notice a pair of footprints leading you out off the isolated grounds, though you brush this off as well. The walk home felt surprisingly short, as if you had been teleported, but your return roused no suspicion as you use the remainder of the night to bond with your parents.
That night you go to bed satisfied.
Written by Driftingdragon on 10 December 2019
The following day you find yourself back at the abandoned mills, laughing to yourself about the history of this location, the number of inside jokes shared among your peers. You spend your day being lazy and playing with random rocks you find on the ground, you turn them in your hands as you take a moment to appreciate the simple things in life. The dilapidating rooftop above you clatters in the wind as you look out to the forest merely meters away from the collapsed entrance of the shack.
Dust kicking up as your feet shuffle around the concrete floor of the space, you once again notice a second set of shoes walking down a similar path as yours. Something in your gut feels uncomfortable; rocks fall to the ground behind you. You jump as you hear a voice call out from behind you.
“Hello?” The voice of a young man rings out from behind you, spinning around with the help of the dusty floors you kick up a cloud of dust around your feet as you spin quickly around.
“It’s you!” a dark haired squirrel in a red unbuttoned button up. Your memory floods back to the uncomfortable writing and scribe duo.
“That’s him…” You think to yourself, slightly dropping your guard, as you can assume, “Maybe in this universe we’re friends.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you!” He says excitedly, looking you up and down as though to check if you’ve been physically hurt. “I went to your parents’ house the other day but they said you were out of town for a while.” There’s a kind of familiarity to his voice as he addresses you as if you two are lovers.
Your apprehension begins to show and the other squirrell can notice that. He looks at you confused.
“Hey what’s the matter?” You search your memory for who this person can be, though you recall yourself not being allowed to date in high school. “Did something happen while you’re gone? You look to the stranger and you decide that this one would be a bit too difficult to improvise your way out of this situation. You decide to come clean
You and the stranger find yourself sitting by the same place you had been the previous day, you open up to him about the outfits and following a mini life crisis, he decides to help you. Something about this individual seems trustworthy, he is technically your boyfriend according to your mother..
You hurry home tonight, having lost track of time, unbeknownst to what awaits at home. When you arrive, both parents are waiting by the door for you. They’ve found out through the school that you’ve been skipping class. The angry couple send you upstairs to bed early, and forcing you to attend school everyday plus detention. This doesn’t bother you, as you have already planned on meeting your friend in the school courtyard to discuss and execute your plan.
Written by Driftingdragon on 15 December 2019
The following day is when you and the male squirrel start to execute your plan. The two of you arrive to your classes on time as to not rouse any suspicion, then during lunch the two of you meet up and discuss the logistics of your plan.
“Okay so if you’re looking for a costume I think I know where you can find one.”
“Where?” you ask as the two of you whisper to each other, hunched over the lunch table.
“Mr Morrison’s classroom, you know the theater teacher! He’s bound to have something that may be useful to you.
“I think my next period is theater!” you reply elated.
“Yeah, and my next class is bullshit, so I can totally skip that one to help you out!”
“That sounds like a plan.” You say to him, just before the bell rings.
After packing your leftovers and cleaning up behind you in the lunchroom, you make your way to your theater class thinking to yourself how perfect this is, as it’s the perfect time to flex your improv muscles yet again. The sounds of your claws scrape against the hard tile of the school floor, as you hurry to your next period. Your mind remembering the structure of the classroom, and the auditorium the students rehearse in. “Okay I think I got this.” you say to yourself as you step into the classroom.
You look around your theater class as you assess your situation. Chairs lined up neatly facing the wide wooden desk facing you. The teacher is still setting up, as other students are coming in and filling their seats. You see a rack of various outfits and a chest, lined with gold and jeweled with colorful gems. Something inside of you is instantly drawn to the chest.
“I think that’s it.” the words almost popping directly into your head, your intuition beginning to take over. “Okay I just have to get through this class.” You say to yourself as your mind extends the time of this period to feel two- even three times as long as its original length.
“Okay class, we take a quick five minute lunch break then we meet in the auditorium to begin rehearsal for the semester’s upcoming play.” You confirm your understanding of this information as you and your group with agree with the plan.
“This is it, I can grab the outfit while they’re taking their small break!” The bell promptly rings moments after Mr Morrison’s announcement; students of all different species file out of the room with excitement as they make their way to bathrooms, vending machines, and some even to ditch the remainder of the class.
You immediately spring out of your seat as you watch the last student exit the classroom. The window is where you two had agreed to meet up again, so you make your way to the room’s main source of light and open it, giving the signal, and assisting your friend into the classroom.
The two of you work to pry open the chest and in a flash you behold a fluffy loose skin resembling a familiar sight.
“An outfit!” you exclaim in excitement to your friend.
“How did you know?” the male squirrell shrugs.
“I just followed my heart!” The two of you laugh and exchange affectionate words; you almost feel sad to part with your friend, growing a bit more attached to him than expected through this period of time. The two of you escape the classroom and you go outside to put on the new outfit, marking the beginning of your next adventure.
Written by Driftingdragon on 20 December 2019
The end (for now)