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
By the looks of it, the room around you changed quite a bit as well, as what was originally a bland and mysterious air-conditioned room, filled with costumes and vaguely-labeled doors became a tropical grassland abundant in greenery and trees. It is hot, but there are clouds aloft and a gentle breeze indicating the dry season is near it’s end. You do not know where you are, precisely, but this savannah feels just like home.
You climb upon a tree to get a lay of the land, you take note of little details – signature shapes of trees, the scents of foliage. There’s a jungle in the distance. But still, there is no sign of a river in sight; Nor have there been many signs of other wildlife. Except…
Written by PrinceZahn on 03 October 2017
Just now, your new nose picked up a very appetizing scent, as you spot a boar-man feasting on a large lizard carcass. He is short, but rotund, and has the hooves, snout, skin and tail of a wild hog, but he bears the face of a man, disheveled black fur on his face, and upon his head that goes down across his back, and covering his cloven feet. He is clad in accessories made from colourful feathers, beads, as well as large teeth and bones. You think at first at how sickening a sight it is to witness, but at the same time, the hunger excites you as you ache to simply rush in there and take what is yours. He is trespassing on your grounds, after all. Without even thinking, you rush out of the bushes, charging after the boar. But the rustle of grass and the distance apart gives you away, and the boar-man runs off.
Written by PrinceZahn on 05 October 2017
“Oh, no you don’t!” you roar in adrenaline at the boar’s heels. For a heavy beast, he runs fast and indirect, navigating through the sharp and brittle shrubbery, but you are stronger and faster. Catching up to him as he breaks for the hill. However, your efforts are halted by a hulking brute who stands between you and your prey. She towers over you in size and strength, with great ivory tusks, great leathery ears that heard you a mile away, and a magnificent and sturdy trunk. Her powerful arms are covered in scars and cracks, and black tattoo sleeves from her old self. She kicks you back with great strength.
“I’m sorry child, but this boar is under my protection.” Her voice is a deep growl that occasionally cracks into a trumpeting screech with a slight Hindi accent. “You will not be hunting him on my watch.” As she speaks, you sense the power in her words.
Written by PrinceZahn on 07 October 2017
“Who are you to decide who I can and can’t hunt, **?” the sharp words spit out of your mouth in contempt, but the giant woman was quick to hold you down with her foot. You feel yourself getting crushed under her immense weight.
“I am the guardian of the little creatures,” She replies solemnly above you. “You will eat the fruit and grass like everybody else, or you will answer to Ganesha.”
You feel intense pain on your spine even after she lets you go and turns away, you see the more of Ganesha’s tattoos slathered across her back and neck.
“I forbid you to get back on your feet while in my presence.” She says as she walks away, shaking the ground you lie upon with every step. “I crushed many murderers like you without a touch of mercy.”
The sun is beginning to set, and you are still hungry.
Written by PrinceZahn on 09 October 2017
The elephant woman stops to give you a glare of death. “You are a tigress, are you not? You chose to be a carnivore and hunt that poor boar. You brought this upon yourself. One way or the other, you shall learn the ways of peace or starve to death, I do not care.”
Written by PrinceZahn on 11 October 2017
The lizard has already been eaten bone dry. In desperation you gnaw the bones, you can’t help but cherish what little meat remains in the cracks and the marrow, however that provides little nourishment for you. You also realize you are rather thirsty.
Written by PrinceZahn on 13 October 2017
ou turn to see another large figure - human in shape – Tall, burly, strong, masculine, whiskered and ferocious. He is covered in orange striped fur, a loin cloth but has distinct black wavy hair upon his head; nevertheless, He appears to be a little bit more human than you are in all the right places, but he is still another tiger, much like yourself.
“hey! You over there!” he cries.
You head towards him but feel an instinct kick in – you don’t want him here. He is a threat – competition over what little you can find here.
Written by PrinceZahn on 15 October 2017
You find yourself snarling as you approach him, demanding of him to leave at once.
“so that’s how it’s going to be, ah?” he asks, already knowing the answer. He never takes his eyes off you for a second, as he waits for you to make the first move
Written by PrinceZahn on 16 October 2017
“Who are you, and why are you here?” You ask him, showing your teeth.
“Why does it matter? I’m just passing through!”
“Your name. Now!” you roar at him.
“It’s Tal.” He leers at you. Looking at his size, you can’t argue with it, either. “Who the ** are you?”
Written by PrinceZahn on 17 October 2017
You tell the tiger man your name, he does not seem moved by the masculine-sounding name. you continue to question him “Why are you here?”
“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
Written by PrinceZahn on 19 October 2017
You pounce at Tal with great ferocity, but the tiger-man twists and dodges. Just as you turn around you see him pouncing at you with great speed, pinning you to the tree behind you.
“You are terrible at being a tiger.” He smiles.
Written by PrinceZahn on 20 October 2017
You kick him hard and break free, but that doesn’t deter Tal in the slightest, he runs and pounces at you again as you get away, as he wrestles with you with a grim glare of death on his face and comes out on top.
“your movements are sloppy, with no form at all; is this your first day or something?” Tal sneers at you, holding you tightly to the ground. He loosens his grip and helps you up. “that was not a fair fight, even though I should take you out right here and now, and eat your body, I can’t do that to you.”
Written by PrinceZahn on 22 October 2017
Tal takes a whiff in the direction of the lizard’s remains. “I was going to offer you some lessons as a more experienced tiger, maybe help you score some bigger game, show you around. but if you think you can live off some hog’s leftovers we can see if you like starving for a week.”
You feel weak; having exerted way too much fruitless effort. In a single evening, you’ve been bruised, cut, thirsty, worn, and all you had to eat since you came here were the meatless remains of a monitor lizard. You couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you really ARE terrible at hunting.
Written by PrinceZahn on 23 October 2017
“Wait!” you cry out as he walks away. “can you show me where the water is?”
With a convenient grin, Tal turns to you. “sure, but it’s quite a walk from here.”
He leads you to across the labyrinth of trees through the pitch darkness. “This is getting rather far from home.” You tell him with parched lips.
“Well, to be fair,” Tal whispered defensively. “You picked territory that’s far from drinkable water, what’s worse is that it’s on Ganesha’s turf, so you ain’t got much for you to live on with that giant ** there.”
Written by PrinceZahn on 24 October 2017
“We have some bad blood, but she never seen me like this before. I’d rather keep it that way for now. In the meantime, our first task is to get you better territory.”
He escorts you to the water bank on the far end of the savannah, just over the hill.
“get down!” Tal urges quietly, pulling you into the shrubbery. With a sharp claw extended you see his (mostly) humanoid hand. You don’t like the way he forces you, and would much rather do it yourself.
“lesson one:” Tal whispers as you see a herd of gazelles camping there, one of which is drinking from the river. “We are stealthy predators. Our strength comes with surprise. First, we observe, silently, we are looking for the weakest members of the herd – children; elders; and sick are all easy targets.
“sick?” you raise a brow.
“you can’t afford to be picky.” Tal whispers back. “anyway, if someone seems close enough that you can run up to it, go for it. If they see us, they’ll run, and so will you.”
The gazelle calves gather together around the mothers, the congregating herd is getting ready to rest for the night. “Mothers are also good, if you don’t get the mother you can still catch a child.
Written by PrinceZahn on 25 October 2017
“Girl, is that costume your first carnivore?” he asks you bluntly. “If you’re picky over who you can eat, you will starve. These are animals, not even part human, they are scenery that respawns just like us.”
You two have been waiting in silence for over half an hour, giving the herd an illusion of peace.
“What now?” you finally whisper.
“Next,” Tal whispers, “We approach quietly and carefully, as close as we can without them spotting us. Be ready to pounce once they hear us.”
Tal and you tread with great care, so as not even a broken branch or a bird gives off your presence.
Written by PrinceZahn on 26 October 2017
He signals to you to split up, almost intuitively it makes a lot of sense to attack from both directions. You spot a nearby gazelle shifting its ears, does it hear your movements? (Freeze in place)
You remain static, observing more carefully, it’s just a mosquito picking at the gazelle’s ear. You feel a wave of relief as you get into position.
Tal gives the signal, and you both pounce in good synchronicity. The gazelles hear you and rush away in a hurried stampede – men, women and children chinkaras are all trying to get away from the tigers attacking their home, you charge mercilessly, and feel so alive doing so as you catch a grown chinkara, you instinctively bite at its neck. By the time the herd gets away, as faint, white motes rise up from your prey. it is just you and Tal, your grown gazelle corpse, and his captured calf meat.
“Wow! You did well.” He said, you can feel the jealousy in his voice. “You got the advantage because it’s two of us, normally you would be hunting on your own, though.”
“What was that?”
“The chinkara’s soul, returning to the realm above. Don’t worry about it, they’ll be born again by the time it starts raining.
Written by PrinceZahn on 27 October 2017
Next, we take our prey to somewhere we won’t be interrupted, and eat in leisure.” He grabs his calf and finds somewhere to eat.
“Find your own spot to eat.” Tal scorned. “Do I have to guide you everywhere?”
You cherish your prize, drinking and feasting to your heart’s content. Until recently hasn’t quite dawned on you that you had to really kill, and how, but the chinkara was simply to delicious – so meaty and fresh – even the best hamburger you remember eating hasn’t quite compared to it. You savor the taste, and can feel how much your apetite has grown since you were human. You notice though, that over the hill, Tal has lit a bonfire and is…cooking his meat?
Written by PrinceZahn on 28 October 2017
You take your meat with you and get closer to Tal. You see tears in his eyes. He turns to you.
“Don’t you have your own food to eat? Get away from me!” Tal snaps.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“Nothing.” He says, looking away from you, and tending his makeshift plate grill. “Why would you care anyway?”
“Care about what?”
“I said it’s nothing!” he growls.
You await there in silence as Tal tries to ignore you, but ultimately can’t.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you.” He finally says. “I just… I’m just upset that I missed my big chance today.
“What chance?” you ask.
“I was so close in my ambush today, I could have snuck up on her, I would have taken her on. if nothing else… I could have wounded her, but then she spotted you and left.”
“Are you talking about Ganesha?”
“Who else?” he clenches his fist, you see drops of blood dripping from his within fist.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were hunting that elephant-**.” You apologize.
“Well, now you do. But that’s not why I’m upset.” Tal flipped over his skinned Chinkara calf with deft speed and precision. “When I saw how quickly she could have crushed you, I realized how easily she could do the same to me.”
Written by PrinceZahn on 29 October 2017
“Because her laws killed me before.” Tal said grimly. “My mother, too – we starved to death under her rule, and got separated to different towns – different worlds, and I was on my own ever since.”
“I’m sorry.” You gently place a paw on his shoulder.
“I wasn’t a Tiger back then, either.” He tells you. “In fact, I don’t remember what I was in the beginning. But when I saw the opportunity to return to the savanna, as a big hunter, I thought “maybe I could have my revenge on her for causing all of this to me. Maybe she might know where my mother went, y’know?”
Written by PrinceZahn on 30 October 2017
You want to speak, you want to tell him that everything will be fine, but how do you tell him something like that without sounding insensitive?
Instead, you hold your tongue, but hold him tight as he cries. An instinct is telling you that being there for him is the right thing to do.
The smell of an infant chinkara cooking in the fire is ever-present in your nostrils. You point out to him that the meat must be ready. Tal hurriedly removes the meat from the heated stone plate. He jumps a bit by the heat but is happily eating it. He pauses and looks at you.
“did you want to cook yours as well?”
Written by PrinceZahn on 30 October 2017
“No, thank you. I think it might be better raw.”
“If you say so.” Tal contently gnaws on his prize.
“My mother always used to cook my food when I was a child. We would make all sorts of things with the river water and a burning fire.”
“Really?” You ask with a mouth filled of meat. The concept of cooking as a family is a rather unusual context, given the situation. It certainly makes one wonder about the nature of family – even out in this new world, do many of these people cook? If they came from your world, why not, right? But, coming from such an industrial earth where mass-produced food was delivered directly to your doorstep if you could pay for it out of your mass-produced wallet, (which was also sold to you by a mass-produced salesman–) earning your food from scratch (let alone cooking it) Is the kind of thing you will have to do on your own, or risk starving again.
Comparing your world to Tal’s, you add “In my world, if you’re hungry, you could just order take-out.”
“Who’s Take-out?” He asks you with curiosity.
“Not who,” you explain, “Take out is… when you go to a restaurant, and the people there give you the food and you take it elsewhere.”
“Wait a minute,” he says rather skeptically. “Where you are from, people will just feed you if you go to this rest-a-rant? What’s the catch?”
“you have to pay them with cash, they won’t feed you for free.”
“And how do you get this cash?”
“you work for it.” You answer rather plainly.
“What kind of work do you do for cash?” he asks, rather intrigued.
At first it seemed impressive that Tal knows how to be an animal so instinctively, but at the same time, he knows very little about what lies beyond this universe of magical costumes and shape-shifting people. He understands the game better than anyone else you know, but what does he understand about life on earth, having been born here?
You two spend the rest of the evening talking, and enjoying each other’s company, he picks your brain about life on earth, and you learn more of his past – the journeys he went through riding bountiful fields as a mare, soaring through the skies as a majestic falcon, the week he spent begging for bread as a duck in a city of monkeys, followed by the slow, hopeless death of Sardine Tal as he was digested in the belly of a whale, he spoke of many of his forms, at both his highest and lowest. All in a prayer that he might find his mother again, in whatever form she might be wearing now.
“If you had any idea what you were doing as a tigress, I’d have guessed that you might even be her.” He said rather bluntly. And after a much-deserved bonk on the head it was much easier to laugh it off. He suddenly looked you in the eye, and your eyes met – not as a challenge, but in the sense of connection. He closed his eyes and blinked at you with contentment, and you blinked in return.
“Wanna go for a swim?” he finally asks
Written by PrinceZahn on 31 October 2017
We can swim?
“Wait, Tigers can swim?”
“well, of course we can swim - and it’s a lot of fun!” He jumps into the river and starts to swim against the river. “C’mon! try it! (dive in!)
You plunge into the water, and it is just so refreshing, swimming around the river with Tal, and laughing. Splashing water at each other, racing down the river and back, it’s not instinctual, but yet it is that very joy one has in the company of her own, that feeling of security, and the bounty in trying something new and spontaneous that you wish would never end. You take laps through the water, swimming past tree roots erupting from the river ground marking your distance, and stirring up occasional fish, you wonder if you can just get a hold of one
Written by PrinceZahn on 31 October 2017
Grab a fish