Opening your eyes, you find yourself in an unfamiliar place. Sitting in the middle of a carpeted room, away from anything familiar, you try to assess what brought you here. The carpet lines not only the floor but also the walls and ceilings. At the end of each of the eight directions in the circular room, there are several tables with clothes set upon them. Being in a featureless gray dome, the colorful costumes stand out in every direction. The plain room is illuminated by white LED lights, making hospital hallways seem exciting in comparison. Thoughts soon wander about how much time has passed.
"How long have I been stuck here?" you think to yourself. Did you just arrive, or have you returned here once again? It's hard to shake the feeling of being trapped. Has it been 5 seconds? Or has it been 5 hours? It still feels fresh.
"Hello?" you call out, unsure of how long until you hear the words that exit your lips. The silence is your only reply. "Well, it was worth a shot."
Despite the unusual situation, you don't feel like freaking out. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know how to get out of this place. There's plenty of work to be done, with costumes enticingly scattered around the room. The how is irrelevant compared to the why. Feathers here, folded clothes there, it all adds some excitement to the otherwise boring room. Your eyes focus on a particular table as if it's beckoning you to come closer. Taking a few steps in the 10-foot sphere, you find yourself standing in front of a wooden table, polished and adorned with a single piece of clothing.
A hat sits absentmindedly where it was placed. At first glance, it doesn't seem out of the ordinary. It's a combination of a visor and a ball cap, made of taffy pink-colored polyester that exudes durability. A sweatband connects the upper crown of the hat to the visor, extending outward by 4 inches. As you inspect the hat with an invested stare, sensible concerns start to arise.
Curious eyes squint while holding the pink hat in your hands. Okay, there's one thing that's a little off about the hat. The large oversized triangular ears seem unusual now. You wonder why you didn't pick up on it before. Nothing screams out to you like being led to a room that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
However, you set aside your concerns and gently prod one of the hat's ears. It's very soft. Ridiculously so. While the rest of the hat appears to be made of smooth material, touching the soft velvety pink triangle feels different. It gives you the sensation of fur without actually being made of fur. As your fingertips playfully scratch it, you can't help but feel a touch of envy from your ears for not being touched as fondly.
A grin spreads across your face as both of your hands start rubbing down the hat's ears. You lose track of time as your idle fingers scritch at the soft material. The soft fabric points ignite a burning desire in your mind.
Since you're stuck there, you might as well enjoy yourself.
No longer wanting to be jealous of how the hat gets those calming scritches, you decide to plop it onto your head in one swift motion. Your eyes widen as the hat swiftly conforms to the shape of your head.
Taking it off now would be a crime. A sensation of tightness brings your hair snugly over your ears. And then, they're gone. Not wanting to be without the delightful tingles of touching your new fidget toy, something escapes from your lips.
You let out a loud groan. The sensation of scratching those ears felt absolutely blissful!
Now wanting to try the same thing with your ears, covered in hair, you feel along the sides of your head to find your newest task.
Alarm spreads across your widened eyes. You remember having ears on the sides of your head, covered with hair. But now, there's nothing there but soft strands holding the new hat in place on your brow.
The feelings of cartilage on the sides of your head have faded away as if they never existed. Your roaming hand finds only softness, but no human ears. However, your hearing is fine. It's more than fine, it's great.
Your fingers find the soft pink material once again. Only this time, you feel the gentle, sensitive ears in a new light. You can sense the fine fur, almost microscopic, beneath your touch. While they may look like smooth material, you know that they are actually fur.
These mental rewritings of how your ears now work are becoming increasingly familiar as you continue to scratch them. A blush forms on your face as the exploratory touching releases a rush of endorphins, like a faucet turned on full blast. These are your ears now: cute, pink, and catlike.
You resume the delicate caressing, and time in this liminal space becomes distorted.
When you finally realize that you have grown accustomed to the touch, a tingling sensation draws your attention to your fingernails. Glancing at them in front of your eyes, you see your once bare nails change color. The plain pink and white hues are now covered in violet nail polish. Did you wear nail polish before, or at all? The question fades from your mind as a smile forms on your lips. Those nails look good.
Reluctantly, you pull your hands back to arm's length, a frown of bemusement crossing your face as you observe the slightly longer nails you now possess. The question of why quickly gets swatted away and pushed out of your mind. Instead, a delighted grin beams brightly on your face, accompanied by rosy, excitable cheeks. You feel genuinely happy about these new additions. "Oh, these look as good as my ears felt," you croon in self-admiration.
Marveling at the sight of your long nails, you hold your extended arm in place. Studying the new nails up close reveals pink skin starting to grow around the edges of your fingers. While it may appear like skin, you know that it's the finest fur in the world, weaving over the bare skin. The changes cover your fingers in their cozy embrace. If the ears felt good on their own, the new pink fur feels twice as nice as it runs down your hands.
A gentle laugh escapes your lips as the faint tickling sensations bring you delight. You splay both hands, wiggling your fingers and clenching them into tight fists. The fine fur extends down to your wrists, resembling gloves that perfectly match your adorable new hat.
Gripping your warmer hands into fists allows you to experience new sensations from your fingertips. Skin pushes out of the pink coverings, puffing up as light as beans. Pale pink skin, smaller than the tips of your fingers, presses against your skin and deflates with a gentle touch. Pulling your fingers apart from the clenching reveals the finger beans filling back up, akin to memory foam. A shudder runs through you as the sensitive feelings reassure you not to question these changes. There are even more things to admire about yourself as the pink skin continues to spread, running down your palms and coaxing for more.
And what could be better than gloves? Longer gloves. They make you feel so much more elegant, in a peculiar way.
Your touch guides the soft, ultra-fine fur to march along your arms. Your elbows are covered with pink skin after a few presses of the bean-like texture. Your forearms feel your fingers pick at them, going under the sleeves of your shirt. Now, with long, pretty gloves, the changes connect from both arms, filling up your shoulders. Swirling fur carefully climbs up your neck, covering what was there before. A gentle hand explores the area, but you can't recall exactly what it was like. Was there a bump? Was it smooth? The idea of Schrödinger's Adam's Apple doesn't hold nearly as much importance as becoming pinker to match your arms.
The pink skin tickles across your shoulders beneath the shirt. The stray thought of removing the shirt to reveal more glorious pink is temporarily shelved as warmth spreads across your face.
The spreading prettiness continues to run over your cheeks, delicately caressing your face with curious fingers. As the touch works its magic, a more pink color spreads across your glistening skin, not only giving you a clearer complexion but also transforming it in more profound ways. Underneath your hair, you feel more than just a physical change. Beneath the hat, you sense a slight throb in your head. Perhaps a massage to alleviate the incoming headache? Your fingers gently rub the back of your head, now covered in fur.
Your eyes flutter shut under the pressure of the slight headache and the tickling sensation of the encroaching fine fur. With your vision temporarily lost, you don't catch what's happening with your face. As the skin is covered in fur, it becomes prettier and softer, magically fixing any blemishes and improving your complexion better and faster than any skincare product ever could. Your hands fumble for the hat as the back of your head is engulfed in pink fur. Removing the visor, you rub your temples with slender fingers.
The rubbing brings some relief to the discomfort, and your massive ears wiggle in newfound comfort. Inside your head, a sense of mental clarity improves with the massage. Neural synapses fire with heightened activity, enhancing your state of being. What was once occupying the mental fog of the strange room is recognized. Trick Room, the Pokémon technique that inhibits movement, gets nudged off, thanks to your technique. Time flows normally now, with clear thoughts.
With the visor having served its purpose, you decide to place it back on the table where you found it. The pleasant sensations grant you a moment to breathe as a soft pink glow follows the levitating path, returning the hat to its original position.
Realization dawns upon you about your psychic prowess, and with it, an awareness that you already knew how to do this. Despite it all, with newfound mental clarity aiding you immensely, you know that there is more to complete your shifting form.
You silently thank the hat for lacking the ears you took on. Having absorbed the ears for yourself, your cerebral talents settle, becoming as trained as riding a bike or swimming. A sigh of relief broadens as your face pushes out slightly. Your eyes open as your mouth stretches, forming a little feline-rounded snout with wide lips and huffing nostrils, bringing you one step closer to completion.
Your chest tightens as the pink skin grips your torso, reshaping it. You feel yourself becoming slimmer, firmer, and a hand instinctively explores the neckline of your shirt, searching for what's supporting you. There is no presence of male pecs or female breasts. It's smooth there, but still exhilarating as the changes continue to unfold. You find yourself wonderfully neutral and lithe.
By now, you realize that it was all the fault of the peculiar hat. However, as the better version of yourself emerges, you don't think you would have hesitated even if you knew what it would do. The transformation is doing wonders for your skin and even more so for your figure.
It's a bonus to feel your form figuring out what's best for itself. Perhaps the newfound privacy has granted you something you have always wanted but never acted upon.
As your transformation continues, you feel a sense of calm and acceptance wash over you. This strange place is starting to feel like home, and the more pink you become, the more you feel like a better version of yourself.
Your hips wiggle and narrow, and your thighs shrink down, giving you a wonderful sense of androgyny. The tingling sensation in your loins makes you ponder whether your original equipment was always that way or if it's changing. However, it doesn't bother you as a thicker patch of fur grows underneath your underwear, covering whatever lies between your legs. You feel no concern about the gender of your genitalia—it's not important, and it doesn't alarm you. You simply accept it as a part of your evolving self.
Even the bulge emerging from you is seen as a minor annoyance rather than an issue. Your hands instinctively react, feeling the growth and exploring its texture.
An oval bulb, thick and squishy, rests above the twin cheeks of your backside. You know it to be your tail, and your fingers knead the wiggling limb as it emerges from a hole in your pants. There is no pain, only the realization that you now have a tail. It continues to wiggle against your clothes, yearning to curl around your waist so you can get a better look at it. Does it need to come out of you completely? Shouldn't it?
A bone pushes out of your tail hole, expanding your new long pink limb with its cotton swab-like end. It drags along your legs, bringing you a sense of relief as the tension in your back unravels. The bone slowly emerges from your body, pointing toward your face in a crescent moon curve. As it continues to elongate, snapping point by point, it transforms into a flexible and lengthy tail. You can't contain your delight as you loop the tail around and hug it against your chest, letting out an airy giggle. Without a care for the changing situation, you lean back and lift your legs off the ground, floating freely.
This limb is your tail, and you can't help but admire its beauty. It's a tail like no other.
CRK, CRK CRACK!
You grit your teeth in bliss as your lower back finishes adjusting to support the new addition of the pink tail. The rest of your body follows suit, and you can't contain your excitement as your knees buckle from the pink tail wrapping around them.
As your transformation reaches its final destination, your anticipation grows. You know that the pink changes will soon reach your feet, hidden within a pair of plain-looking Converse canvas sneakers. A sense of pride fills you, and you can't help but giggle in excitement.
Floating in the air, you release your tail, allowing it to whip around and support your carefree movements. Your legs kick up, bringing your attention to the sneakers below. You wonder how long they will last, and a thought crosses your mind—isn't Mew known to have sizable feet?
With your toes moving in anticipation, you feel a tight grip as the room to move them is cut off. Even this last bit of discomfort doesn't dampen your excitement, and the seams of your sneakers audibly give way, creaking under the strain. The end is near.
Your shoes roar in defiance as the seams open up. The tongues of the sneakers reveal white socks that curl their toes in anguish, unable to contain the expanding feet that push against the material.
With a loud rip, the front of your shoes explode, and your elongated feet burst forward, separating the rubber soles from the upper halves of the footwear. The socks tear apart like paper, revealing the firmer heels and toes striking the floor in a wild stance. Your toes wiggle, now long enough to bend forward and tap on the ground while you continue to levitate. The toenails are painted violet, lengthening into small points that reflect your hybrid traits while still maintaining a human-like appearance.
The tips of your toes puff with cute beans, similar to your fingers. A purple oval pad grows at the instep of your arched stance, providing additional support if you choose to have your feet on the ground. You can maintain a feline physique by naturally arching your stance, or you can opt for a more flat-footed stance if you prefer.
With all this newfound power, you realize that you have nowhere to go within this strange room. As the new Mew hybrid wonder, your work here feels complete. Boredom starts to creep in, and you feel a restlessness within you. Perhaps it's time to find somewhere new to hang out. With a wide pool of moves at your disposal, it shouldn't be too difficult to choose Teleport. Who knows where you'll end up with that ability?
Written by PoKeHybridTrainer on 02 July 2023