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
You put the tigress costume on and the changes start immediately.
The costume sinks in and combines with your skin.
You then feel your feet change into paws and your tows changes into paw-digits.
Also, as this happenings your legs become slimmer, while still being strong and toned. Also your paws decreas in size, becoming more petite and ladylike.
Changes then start to occur else where on your body as your ears start to tingle. They move to the top of your head with points, curving slightly to give you better hearing all round. You move over to a mirror in the corner to watch your other facial changes.
You feel your whiskers grow out. You watch as your eye colour changes from a boring brown to a dazzling bright yellow, with a tint of blue. Your nose starts to change as it becomes pinker and starts to move further away from your eyes. With it come new smells.
Your head has nearly finished the changing as your muzzle grew out with your nose, leaving you with pouting lips that anyone would love to be smothered in.
Vibrant auburn hair grows at the back of your head, down to your hips.
Your hips have also started to change, increasing in size. Your buttocks also increase in size, giving you a more firm round figure overall.
Next, your arms start to change. Your palms taking a new form with black pads slowly on them. Your nails on both your fingers and toes (Now paw digits) slowly dissolve as new powerful long curvy claws take their place.
Your lower and upper arms then start to change, with fur sweeping across with strong dashes of orange and black everywhere. They become slender and more feminine as they take on their new role as tigress limbs. Your shoulders, slowly shrink into your every changing body as your neck also become more feminine with no trace of an Adams apple every being there. You hear a low purring sound which you realise is coming from you.
The changes then move down to the body, as your legs became surprisingly longer, making you at least 6' 5" now. They also become more toned, leaving you with legs that any woman would die for (apart from the fur).
Your front also changes as your beer belly, slowly subsided into a firm, white furred, stomach. It looks like you had been exercising for years to get it that toned. Also, your belly button disappeared as the white fur spreads across the whole of your front. From underneath your fur, 4 new bumps could be seen growing as your inner self slowly alters to a more feminine structure.
Your original nipples<span class="female">breasts</span> also took notice of this and start to inflate. They slowly increase in size until they reach at least a firm 40" C cup.
You then feel an awkward pain in the back of your buttocks. Thinking it was a sock or something that you had sat on you try and grab it. However, when your paws go to grab and remove whatever was causing the pain, you find that it is attached to your body.
It then surprises you more as it grows longer into a very sexy stripy tail. You found that you have full control of it and you sway it around as you look down to watch the remaining changes.
Finally, all that is left is your ever-shrinking manhood as it slowly finishes its disappearing act. You feel movement inside you, as the female reproductive organs finish forming.
Illustrated by KaeAskavi
Written by Tigress on 17 April 2007
You watch as the room fades out revealing a jungle all around you.
Written by - on 29 July 2011
The cold night air nips at your feminine curves. In the shadows of the large, towering trees your stripes give you natural camouflage. The soft dirt shifts underneath you as you step forward into the moonlight of the jungle. There is a small pond in front of you. You crouch down and stare down at your own face, amazed at what the costume does to you. You have bright yellow eyes that seem to glow in the night. Your fur is a luxurious orange on your back with a pure white on your chest. You smile somewhat at your new appearance. A soft breeze breaks your gaze and gives you an objective: find or make clothes.
You look around at what the forest offers you and the sensation of disappointment sinks in your stomach. There’s not much for you to find in terms of clothes. You’ll have to remain in the nude until a new option presents itself. You start to walk around the perimeter of the small clearing of the forest, to get an idea of where exactly you are. Your eyes adjust to the darkness and you start to see things better, seeing small details such as the rodents that scurry across the floor of the forest. And in the center of the clearing, you find a small box.
“Was that there before?” you ask yourself.
With hesitant steps, you approach it, bending down into a crouch to pick it up. You remove the lid from the small wooden box. On the very top there are a pair of nondescript pants that appear to be made for you. You pull them out and see a black tank top beneath. You bite your lip.
“Is this made for me?”
You take the shirt and slip it over your head. As you pull down, you wonder if it’ll fit or not because of your new-found cleavage. As it begins to tighten around your chest, it expands to allow for enough space before clutching to your body again.
“Weird,” you say.
You put the pants on and feel it adjust to hug your body, shrinking and growing where need be. You add that to the mental tally of questions needing answers. You look in the box again and see a small backpack and a large machete, about as long as your forearm. There is a sheath for it attached to the strap of the backpack. You bite your lip again and chuckle.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Putting the backpack on you grab the machete and swing it once or twice, getting used to the weight of it, to how it moves, how it slices through the air with a distinct swish. You take a swipe at the nearest branch and follow the branch as it falls down. The machete easily hews through the tree branches. You carve a path through the trees, walking over the fallen branches with careful steps.
You know better than to be brash and reckless in the forest. You continue your assault on the jungle’s vines and trees until you hear a loud growl that forces you to stop in your tracks with a gasp. You turn around and see a feral dog emerge from the forest. He moves in a disjointed motion, as if barely kept together, as if its bones were broken and healed in an odd way.
It lunges for you, and you jump back. You have two immediate options, fight or flight.
Written by kergiby on 29 July 2011
You turn around and run as fast as you can, ducking and weaving between the branches. You don’t have the time to cut through them with your machete. The dog barks behind you and you pick up the pace, running as fast as you can. You see a low branch, one that you could easily get to if you jump right. You pick up your speed and reach for the branch.
You narrowly miss it and come down much harder than you’d like it, your leg twisting. You let out a whimper as the dog pounces for you. You grab the machete and aim it at the dog’s throat just as it comes down, impaling itself. Blood seeps out from its open wound onto your chest, it rolls off the shirt, but seeps into your fur, mucking it up.
Pushing the dog off you, you crawl away and rest against a tree. You try and move your leg but find nothing but searing pain.
“Shit...” You wince. You close your eyes and hope it’ll be better with a bit of a nap.
You are completely oblivious to the figure that comes and takes you up in your sleep.
Written by kergiby on 12 August 2011
The end (for now)