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I hung my head low. The feeling of uselessness grew over my my

entire body. I had gone out to bought a new suit for this interview

and even that wasn't enough. I looked down at the zoot style

chocolate brown, crimson, and tan plaid suit paired with a beautiful

and subtly striped light blue shirt with black sateen tie, both

cinched by my large cummerbund like belt. I had even removed my

large silver hoop earrings. My oxford's clacked somberly across

the floor. Like every other job I had gone to before, they had

brought me in and told me to go away. Something about me put them

off of hiring me. Maybe I was too average. "Régis, your resume

is astounding. 2 PhDs, one engineering and the other in medicinal

studies, interned in South Korea, even helped with major disasters

around the world, yet, unfortunately, we can't hire you," was

always what they said.

I stepped through the glass doors of the building into the crisp

morning air. The sun bounced off of the glass that covered the sides

of every skyscraper. The honks of the passing taxis was music to my

ears. The hard concrete reminded me I couldn't stop until I was

down and out. Even the underlying putrid stench of the wind blowing

past hundreds of people gave me hope for tomorrow. I took it all in.

This was my city, this was where I belonged, this was my home. I

took one step down the pavement and it was gone.

I stopped as suddenly everything vanished before me to be replaced

by a grass covered forest floor. Not a single sign of civilization

in sight. I was surrounded by tall trees and the warmth of sunset

instead of sunrise. I spun arround like a young girl wearing a

frilly dress for a moment, every centimeter of my 6ft tall body

trembling as my mind was stretched to its limits. I pulled out my

phone, maybe there were people nearby? No such luck as my bars were

sitting at error. My phone was thankfully still at about 94%. I

turned it off in case I needed it later. Pulling out my brush for

comfort, I shakily brushed my dark curly black hair as sweat ran down

my ebony skin. Loosening my tie and collar I began to walk in the

direction of the sun. At the moment it was the only thing I had

going for me.

Absentmindedly, I put my large silver hoops back into my ears as I

walked. I was glad to be wearing shoes even if this wasn't what

they were made for, stepping over branches and rocks that would've

torn my feet apart. I spied a clearing and where there was clearing

there was bound to be civilization, right? Maybe I was being too

optimistic but it'd at least afford me a vantage point. I

carefully ran out into the open meadow, the grass lightly brushing

the wide cuffs of my straight cut trousers.

A breathtaking view overflowed my vision. It was all I could do to

gasp at the natural beauty. Rolling hills of grass went on for miles

with small areas of forest dotting throughout it. Somehow

civilization had left this entire expanse nearly untouched with the

only man made thing pushing through its beauty being a cottage with a

large fenced in field surrounding it. Either way, a shelter was a

shelter.

I quickly made my way to the quaint cottage. Out of breath and

panting, I tiredly walked up to the front door of the cottage,

admiring the diligent detailing of whoever had built the home. The

door was solid cherry wood, painted with lovely little vine and

flower details that wound symmetrically down the door. I knocked

lightly on the door and stood patiently. Whether I needed help and

shelter or not, I should still attempt to be polite, regardless of if

I looked like I had just run from a serial killer or not. The door

slowly opened to reveal an old lady dressed in a loosely fitting

beige dress with an unsaturated green shawl draped on her shoulders.

"Hello, young man. Strangely dressed aren't we? Did you need

something, sir," she asked. "I'm severely lost, ma'am. I

know it's a lot to ask but could I possibly use your phone and I

may be asking too much but you possibly have a spare bed. I can pay

if need be," assuming she meant my clothes were not right for being

this far out in the countryside. "Phone..," she asked quietly

before quickly shooing inside just as I started to feel some light

raindrops, "Nevermind all that, come in before you get soaked.

I'll get you a nice warm cup of tea, sir." I quickly stepped

into the cottage, finally getting a good look on the inside.

The inside of the cottage looked like it came right out of the

1800s, everything was handmade the floor looked worn by use, and

there was a wood fire stove and furnace sitting in the room. She

walked me over to a large wooden table and sat me down in a chair

before going over to the wood stove and pouring tea into 2 cups.

Suddenly, the rain outside drew my attention. It was coming down

like someone had turned on a rain machine for a scene in a movie. I

swore I saw a fish swimming through the rain. I was glad that the old

woman had pulled me in so quickly. Although, rain had always

astounded me, so chaotic yet so beautiful.

The old woman repeated her question, "How much sugar would you

like, one spoon or two?" I snapped out of my trance, looking at

her smiling while she held a container of sugar." I quietly held

up 2 fingers and waited for her to put it in and stir before picking

up the cup to take a sip.

"It's too bad you didn't drive out here, you its beautiful to

drive through the countryside," the old woman said as I took a

second sip. Those words caught in my mind for some reason. "Wait

if you don't even have a fridge in here how can you know about

cars," I said looking at the teacup as another alarm went off in my

mind, "Why did you say my clothes were strange?" "You're a

smart one. I was wondering if you'd catch on. I knew you were

from another time the second you asked if you could use my phone,"

the old woman said dumping her tea onto the floor longingly. I'd

messed up. I stood up as she said "Since you aren't from this

time you'll make a perfect subject for me. No one knows you in

this time." "I don't care what you think I won't be a test

suuuuuuh-," I said before my vision suddenly stretched and blurred.

I could feel my energy and will leaving me. "Oh its too late for

that," she said as I tried to grab for the chair to steady myself.

It felt like the world was moving around me like those second person

perspective shots they do in sitcoms. I landed with a hard thud. The

world faded to black as she stood over top of me cackling.

My eyes opened but I was definitely not awake as I stood in a large

corridor bathed multicolored lights. I began walking forward, a

silent notion of something coming chasing from the door behind me. I

looked into open doors on either side of the corridor. Staring back

at me were the twisted and garbled faces of everyone I knew laughing

at me. I suddenly reached an edge and looked back while I fell

forward seeing a black cloud of smoke light up and laugh at me with a

jagged, jack o'lantern smile. The corridor shrank until I couldn't

see it anymore. Then I fell. I fell for what felt like an eternity

and what felt like 5 minutes.

I jolted awake, strapped onto some kind of table. From behind me I

heard a woman speak, "Oh good you're awake. I was afraid I'd

overdone it with the sedative." The source of the voice stepped in

front of me. She had the face of Angelina Jolie with the hair of

Billie Piper in Doctor Who. Her body was voluptuous but covered by a

velvet black dress with a lion's head covering half the shoulder

and torso. She was beauty gone mad, her features, undeniably

attractive but buried under the added accessories of a madman or in

this case madwoman. "Well, I might as well tell you who I am since

you'll most likely die at my hands," she said, extending her hand

mockingly, "My name is Cora Grim. Oh that's right you cant actually

shake my hand. Lets get started then." She withdrew her hand and

walked over to a shelf of unlabeled glass bottles as I asked, "What

do you intend to do with me," fearing the worst. She smiled a most

horrifying smile as she grabbed a bottle with orange liquid off a

shelf, fondling it lightly, "Well if you haven't noticed, you are

being held in a room filled with magical potions and I currently have

no idea what any of them do," she said before throwing the bottle

directly at my face. It shattered as it hit me, spilling it contents

onto my face.

I was knocked unconscious immediately but could still feel

everything happening to me. I felt searing heat and then chilling

cold. Dry as paper and wet as the ocean. I felt every single type

of feeling in the universe in a single moment shooting through my

mind. I couldn't tell what time was anymore as it had left me

behind or I was sprinting in front of it. I couldn't tell if I was

alive or dead, awake or asleep. Then, as quickly as it had began, it

all stopped and my mind was left in a black void.

My eyes opened. I was back in the cottage. Before even thinking to

move, I looked around at my surroundings. However I didn't need

much time for this as the cottage was now completely barren, no signs

of Cora Grim anywhere. I sat up and then when I felt I could I stand

up. Everything felt wrong. I quickly stopped worrying about that as

something I ignored quickly reminded me I shouldn't ignore it. I

ran into what I assumed was the bathroom.

After I did my business I walked out of the cottage, glad to put it

behind me, finding that there was a cobblestone road connected to the

cottage and what looked to be a village about a mile down the road. I

began to walk towards it, that off feeling ringing in my head.

I was exhausted by the time I got to the village and could barely

walk. I stumbled over to a man dressed in black leather armor with

black hair. Before I could speak a word, I collapsed at their feet.

*********

I awoke in a soft bed in a well furnished room. My body ached but I

could still move it. Noticing my clothes hung up on a chair beside

the bed I kicked off the covers and found that I was still wearing my

underwear. Whew. "So you're up," someone said. I grabbed the

sheets with such quickness I heard the air sizzle in my wake. "Oh

stop. I'm the one who put you there," said the man I had

collapsed in front of as I turned to face him. I stared at them

until they threw their hands up and left the room. I quickly dressed

myself, before stepping out of the room with a polite 'thank you'.

I suddenly got light headed again and reached out to grab the

railing in front of me as we were on the second floor. The man

suddenly rushed to my side and help me stand again. I felt something

press. I shook my head, feeling my stomach grumble and realizing I

didn't actually know the last time I had eaten.

I stumbled my way down a floor to what I believed to be a tavern. I

slumped into a chair, breathing heavily. A barmaid walks over as my

current companion sat down beside me. "Is he alright, Tanil. I

know you had to carry him in here earlier," she asked in a thick

Irish accent, looking concernedly at me. My companion who was

apparently Tanil replied, "I'm not sure yet but they came from

the direction of you know who so they might just need some food."

The barmaid looked to me knowingly before saying, "Well if he did

come from that direction I'll make the first one on the house.

Don't worry about ol' Naer. I'll talk with him." "Sibéal,

please go easy on him," Tanil said as the barmaid dashed into the

nearby kitchen.

The following minutes involved me breathing heavily as my body

ached, loud yelling, angry gestures, the sound of dishes being thrown

about, and a singular 'Clong!' of a pan hitting something hard.

Immediately following that symphony of an argument, Sibéal walked

out with a large bowl of what looked to be beef stew, small loaf of

bread, and a cup of what gave off the scent of beer. I took a

spoonful and ate it. My body began to move on its own as I quickly

tore through the food in front of me. Once it was gone I sat back

content as the other patrons stared in awe of me finishing the food

I'd been given in less than a minute.

Suddenly that "off" feeling returned and I suddenly doubled

over. I quickly shot up out of my seat and ran to what I thought was

the bathroom. Thankfully I was right. I stumbled into the room with

a singular toilet and it looked to be new. Unfortunately, I never

got to use it. My body powerfully released, thankfully it wasnt

anything solid. I suddenly and violently burped and farted as a

green gas exited my body. After all the gas had left my body I

caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My eyes, why were they green? Things began to happen faster than I

could keep up with. My skin over my entire my whole body color

changed to a brownish grey. My eyes suddenly took over about 40% of

my face. Curls loosening, my hair lightened to a lighter brown.

Sounds came in clearer as my ears expanded from my head, flattening

and rising to the top before recoloring to a pinkish peach color.

Finally realizing what was happening, I fumbled with my belt as my

mouth and nose shot out into a mouse snout like a cartoon, leaving

room for my teeth to rearrange and my front teeth to elongate. As if

on queue, my spine extended out into a long tube of flesh. Stepping

out of my pants, the joints of my legs reset, throwing me off balance

and sending into the sink just in time to see thin and wiry whiskers

push out of my face. Brown, white, and tan fur with turquoise

spotting sprouted over my body, ending by covering what appeared to

be my new tail. Looking down at a feeling that horrified me far more

than the rest, I watched as the skin around the base of my dick

puffed up as my dick slid into it. My feet finished shifting into

paws allowing me to let go of the sink. Pulling my shirt and coat off

to get a better view of the damage, I looked over my body thinking I

was done but my body had one more straw to put on the camel's back.

Suddenly, my body compressed into a 4ft frame in seconds but rather

than mass just disappearing like a bad fantasy movie, all that extra

mass filled into my ass, thighs, and penis. With my ass and thighs

enlarged to rival a horse's and my dick grew in girth and length

inside my newly minted sheath. My balls expanded like balloons until

each testicle was cantaloupe sized. I stood completely still for 5

whole minutes to make sure it had stopped. Then I screamed.

Within seconds I heard the lock click open and Tanil stepped in to

find, not the man that he had been sitting with not 10 minutes ago,

but a 4ft tall heavily endowed mouse. I was expecting hostility,

anger, even hurt would've made more sense. What happened, though, was

Tanil coming over and hugging me. Before I could argue I felt tears

well up and I cried. Nothing had made sense for a while now and

Tanil was helping me understand that he would be there for me. He

let go after I finally stopped crying. I grabbed underwear and

somehow managed to stretch them over my new dangling participles. My

pants would have to stay off for now cause there was no way those

were fitting.

I walked out of the bathroom dressed in my coat and shirt with my

pants in my hands, looking like a kid that tried to dress up like

their parents. The whole time waddling slightly as to not kick my

own balls. The faces of every person inside the tavern explained

very quickly that I was not the only one.