Sister's Room
He stood in the wake of his transformation in a buzz. One three-fingered paw came up and touched his face. An amazed sigh hooted out of him. No… her? It had been years since Jared had even thought about Digimon. He didn’t realize he was turning into one until it was already consuming him. Was Renamon a guy or a girl? Damn, I can’t remember. One way to find out. The paw on his face made a cautious journey to his groin. There wasn’t the sudden growth of any male parts, nor the sunken features of a female’s. He was plainly without sex. “Huh… That’s new.” So what was he? First glance into the mirror made him think he was a woman, but he didn’t feel that way. Neither did he feel particularly manly, despite the power which rang through his limbs and pulsed when he clenched his fingers. Calling himself a man didn’t feel right. Calling himself a woman didn’t feel right. He was squarely outside of the binary, or rather, they were.
Their tail did an excited flick behind them. Something tells me this one’s going to be interesting. I never really watched Digimon all that seriously as a kid. Maybe I’ll get a refresher. It reminded them that they were still in the mayor’s house. Procedure was to leave the room to enter the next realm. They made their way to the bedroom door, thinking to themself, If I were to transform in front of someone, what would they see? Would I just disappear walking through a door? Would I suddenly warp into the person I was before? Would they come with me? Is Leland making up the rules as he goes?
They opened the bedroom door and stepped through, not knowing what to expect while still ruminating on the functions of reality. This was a different realm they’d stepped into, visibly separate from the one teeming with Pokemon and where Jared was the proud mayor of a town. Now they found themself in the bedroom of… a regular apartment? A slightly unmade bed greeted them along with an open closet whose contents were either on hangers or strewn across the carpet floor. There was a dresser with a mirror on top of it, plus some posters for some music festivals. It was, by all accounts, a very normal looking bedroom.
What shocked Jared into silence, however, was that it belonged to their sister, Maria. It had only been a few months ago, way back in his original life as a human, that Jared had visited her place and seen this very bedroom. It was the same down to the letter, including the same posters that hung on the walls and the clothes on the floor and in the closet. There was even a wave of nauseating deja vu as Jared’s sensitive Renamon nose picked up the pervading smell. Hold on… Am I back in a version of the real world? It had only been a few weeks, back when Jared was a female wolverine, that they had been in a universe closely mirroring the realm they’d originated in. Even so, having the entire fabric of what the Earth looked resembled torn out from beneath them multiple times made coming back to square one rather jarring.
They’d have thought this was a world populated entirely by Digimon if not for the regular humans they saw on the band posters. Am I the only Digimon? No… The show had Digimon living in a human world. Is that what this is? That didn’t explain why they were in their sister’s apartment after coming from what had been Jared’s house. I haven’t even seen Maria or a family member of mine in weeks. Am I even a part of the family here?
Written by TheGreatJaceyGee on 11 December 2025
The end (for now)