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Henry finds himself in a nondescript room. The only notable things in it are a door with a sign that reads "Enter when ready" and a drop off box next to it. The box has a note attached to it. It reads:
"Changes may remove some items; valuable items will be returned to normal as best possible at the end, but there is a slight risk. If you have something you would rather not take any risk with, please put it in here and it will be returned in the exact same condition you left it at the end."
Hmmm... *Henry drops his keys into the box, then opens the door and walks through.*
Henry finds himself in a hallway with no windows or doors, except for a single door at the opposite end. The floor, ceiling, and walls are all a rich purple, literally. Just standing in the hallway feels like one of those fancy casinos or something.
Wow. They really went all out with this... *Henry walks down the hall toward the door.*
As he walks, Henry's shoulders get a twinge in them. It's not painful. In fact, it feels rather nice. The... niceness is sharp though, and the sleeves to his shirt fall off, catching on his wrists.
Hn? What the...? *Henry stops walking and holds up his arm to inspect the sleeve.*
The sleeves turn black and spread out. They snake up his arm and down over his hands, forming into long, form fitting gloves that reach past the elbow. The arms covered by the gloves look thinner, and his shoulders are more rounded. The sharp feeling in his shoulders pokes again.
Is... this the change they were talking about...? *Scratching his shoulder, Henry continues down the hall and tries to ignore the gloves.*
His bare shoulders send a warm fuzzy feeling into his neck, up into the rest of his head. Henry's face feels kind of tight, like after washing it with strong soap. His ears feel...floppy. But the strangest thing is that he can still see when he blinks.
What... the crap...? *Henry waves his hand in front of his face, trying to figure out what the heck is going on with his eyes.*
Henry doesn't actually see out of his eyes anymore. His hand is waving just below his field of vision. His pupils are in... his eyebrows? If he could see them, they'd look thinner, trimmed, and arched. Well, they'd also match the rest of his beautiful face, but he can't see that either. What he can see is black hair creeping down over the sides of his cheeks.
This is... really bizzarre... *Henry brushes the hair out of his "eyes" and continues on.*
As he brushes the hair, more weighs down his neck and brushes against his shoulders, reaching down to his waist. As it does so, a spot above each of his ears feels dull and hard. Each spot soon feels like there's a small weight hanging on it.
What now...? *Henry reaches up to feel his ears.*
Henry feels... horns! They shoot out at a diagonal before going straight up and ending in a sharp tip. Reaching up, he can also feel his ears. They're kind of fuzzy, and feel flappy.
Really, really freaky... *Henry rubs his horns for a moment, before trying to continue on.*
The door is much closer now, and Henry's clothes rustle in some invisible wind. Now, they're really tight. So tight, it feels like his stomach is being pressed in. Stranger still is the tightness in his chest, and just how pleasant the soft fabric feels against it.
Ohh... *Henry clutches his stomach, trying to ignore these feelings as he presses on toward the door.*
The stomach Henry clenches is taut and waspish with how it curves to his hips. His hips push out and back with every step, bringing his center of gravity lower as more weight settles into the smooth curves of a tantalizing female figure.
Oof! *Henry stumbles as his weight shifts, though he soon rights himself, using the wall as support.* Okay, I... I think I got this...
Henry's steps accentuate the shape of his hips more and more with each step. His legs follow those same curves, and are exposed due to his pants no longer existing. Instead, all of his clothes are now a very tight chinese dress with a slit along each thigh.
...Wow... *Henry stares down at his new legs and clothing in awe.*
Henry's legs look even better now, amplified by a pair of black stiletto high heels. He finds no problem walking on them. In fact, it feels rather natural... unlike the pulling below his navel and the stretching feeling in his chest.
Ooh... Ugh... *Henry leans against the wall as the pulling and stretching begin.*
As if the tugging and stretching weren't enough, Henry's shoulders feel that piercing sensation again, followed with a quick cold slash along each arm. His chest is obviously stretching outward, like two fleshy baloons that slowly take their proper shape. His groin meets the tugging inside, and a loud slurp accompanies a new vacancy between her legs.
Ahhh...! *Henry begins to pant as the changes progress.*
Henry's chest finally stops stretching outward, but only after stretching her dress to the limits of modesty. The strange sensations are over, but... Henry finds a pair of hands on her stomach, and another pair holding her head. She finds she can control all four arms as naturally as she did two.
The door is directly in front of her. White markings splash across her cheeks as her lips gain the rosy tint of lipstick. She feels her ears tug a little from the weight of golden earrings. Tall, dextrous and amazingly beautiful as she is, she finds most of her aquaintances severely lacking in all departments.
This... might take some getting used to... *Henry opens the door and walks inside.*
As she opens the door, a name races through her head... Regalia. Fitting for such a superior specimen such as herself to be named after the finery of royalty itself.
Ookalf wrote:
[Living Room]
*Regalia stretches two of her arms out behind her back, leaving the others to rest at her hips as she look around the room.* Hello? Anyone here?
Maiden Miki wrote:[Living Room]
Miika was slowly thumbing through some cords. She was feeling somewhat confident as she was playing something. Still she jumped at once when somebody spoke. She at once stopped playing and felt cover in nervous as she looked around and saw a women with four arms and looked as if she was some sort of demon.
"I am," said Miika in a soft voice and slowly raised her hand. The hand wasn't raised very high.
Ookalf wrote:[Living Room]
*Regalia looks down at Miika and smiles.* Ah, there you are. Are you the only other one here, or...?
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