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 glance upon the snow leopard costume, noting the lack of male genitalia on this costume, similar to the rest.
Well, if you had to choose...
Your fingers grasp upon the silky-smooth fur of the dappled pelt that you pull up, the tail and feet dragging on the floor as you lift the leopardess from her box.
The snowy off-white pelt is actually quite beautiful, punctuated almost by a master artist's brush with perfectly spaced spots, simply the incredible attention to detail that went into whomever created this costume takes your breath away.
You turn the suit over in your hands, but there does not appear to be a zipper or any form of conventional methods. The inside of the suit's body is separated by a long seam that runs from the back of the suit's neck down to the tail; exactly along the spine.
Deciding to take the plunge headfirst you duck into the suit's mask, arranging the latex-tasting creature's head in your mouth and work the jaw a few times to arrange it properly against your tongue.
The sensation is strange but not terribly obstructive or unpleasant. You decide to go for the arms, taking them one at a time and slipping them on like long sleeves, feeling around for a few moments and arranging each of your fingers in the separate, respective gloved paw-hands that the suit has for them.
Surprise lingers at the edge of your mind.
You're not sure what you expected... paws, perhaps?
Glancing down you notice the most prominent two of six total breasts as perky as a human female, though considerably furrier. You run your pawed hands over them but all you feel is the soft material of latex as the hollow breastforms dimple under your touch.
Obviously. Again, not sure what you expected.
You sigh and decide to quit fooling around with the suit, stepping in first with your right leg, pulling the sleeve of the snowy leg up until your sole fits snugly in her foot, then you repeat the process with your right leg.
As soon as you are fully inside the suit, you feel a tightness gripping your midsection, and a firm pressure gripping the base of your spine, your face, and your extremities.
You panic, clutching behind you at the seam to try and pry yourself out of the suit, but with a sinking realization you find that the seam is closing upon itself, your fingers pushed away by the vacuum-tight seal that has your body firmly in its grasp.
Your tail spasms and twitches as you convulse, falling to your knees as your fingers ache, claws slipping out of each of your fingertips as the pain of your feline claws emerging for the first time is upon you.
Your toes feel this same ache, digging small grooves in the floor as you grip your skull, the sensation like the worst headache you've ever experienced...!
You scratch yourself with your new claws, but the pain between your new claws is so great that you feel that if you were to relinquish your grip on your head, your brain would explode. As it is, you are only trying to contain the insurmountable pressure between your ears for a few more seconds before it splits your head in two!
And then, without tapering or waning, the pressure abruptly stops. You gasp, your new muzzle opening as your teeth still ache from being gritted so forcefully by your new predatory jaw muscles.
Your ears swivel as you blink your eyes, feeling... what your costume feels.
No. Rather, you can feel your new body reacting as you move it, the fur on your pelt rippling as you flex your toned figure, your whiskers twitching as you turn your head, craning your neck to get a better look at your new snow leopardess body.
You start to breathe deep lungfulls of air and wipe your forehead, despite the fact that your situation does not improve in the slightest.
How do leopards stand having so much fur? You feel like you are burning up!
Illustrated by RaiinbowRaven
Written by PappaGobbastoppa on 15 June 2014
The new world
Though even as you wish for a cooler climate, the world around you fades into an inky gray blur and you feel your padded feet sinking deeper into the ground. With a start and by the chilly wetness beneath you, you realize that you are standing in a snowbank.
By the time you raise your head back up to take in your surroundings, you realize that you are standing in a wooded forest, though more specifically, you are standing in a snowbank under gently falling snow, a fire crackling and popping to your left, and a brown burlap tent set up underneath a sturdy oak tree to your right. It looks like there are strips of meat set up on sticks leaning against the fire, and a quick check of the tent reveals a bulging backpack, a spare set of rather medieval-looking clothes next and a long, hewn walking bow with a quiver beside it.
A makeshift bedroll made out of a cloak and some hay under the cloak to act as bedding.
You glance inwards, crossing your arms across your chest as you feel the weight of your erect nipples poking your arms as you do so, the chill affecting your body as you stand bare in the snow.
In the distance a bird of some sort crows, amid a chorus of other chirrups and croaks that meet your ears which swivel, taking note of the sporadic input flooding your mind.
No one else seems to be around, and you wonder if that is a good or a bad thing.
Though a nagging spare though creeps into your mind as you stare at your bow and scent the aroma of cooking meat next to your fire ring, wondering what sort of dangerous world you have emerged into.
Written by PappaGobbastoppa on 16 June 2014
The end (for now)