Kether wrote:She sighs looking herself over and waiting for whatever "updated programing" comes.
The metal folds down the rest of the way off of Kether's body, showing that the dress stops at the thighs, and some black stockings take over at that point. Once the metal reaches the ground, it all gathers at one spot in front of her and then narrows and grows taller, quickly morphing into a blade longer than she is tall. The internal computer voice chimes in again to say that weaponry protocols have been installed, and she feels as if she knows how to use the sword. Indeed, if she takes the hilt it will seem far, far lighter than it looks. The last of the computer's installations are a 'companion system' and 'civilian limiter'; the former apparently registers Melanie (who she happens to be looking at right that moment) as the "leader" and requires obeying her "leadership", especially in battle and to a somewhat lesser degree outside of it; the latter will cause her to stop her blade just short of hitting people who haven't done anything wrong.
Melanie stands before the
new Kether, not yet aware of any of those programs..hm..
((The idea being that I leave it up to Kether-the-user's discretion whether or not Kether-the-character obeys certain commands, as long as some of them do go through. Hopefully more entertaining than blind obedience. Hopefully.))
Maiden Miki wrote:"Wh-What is going on?" said the girl as she held from to her guitar as if it was valuable to her.
The shrinking underwear confirms his masculinity for only a couple of seconds before a mild tingling comes to that area, followed by a strange numbness, followed by a very different feeling down there, signaling the cross from male to female. Her chest pushes out a bit more, stretching the shirt and a bra that wasn't under it before; the shirt's collar opens down a little bit, showing a small edge of cleavage. When the growing stops, she's left with a small hourglass figure.
The guitar
does seem valuable to her..it's comfortable in her hands, and she feels as if she's played it for most of her life. Suddenly a pair of big DJ-style headphones fall onto her head; they clearly aren't designed for a person with cat ears, but because her ears are so sensitive she can still hear the music playing through them as a long pink wire trails down, somehow twirling around her body, and plugs into an amp that appears in front of her feet. The song playing is the same one as before, and a pair of speakers appear next to the amp, also playing it..but it's missing the guitar part. It occurs to her that that is the melody. The song
needs it.
And
she knows how to play it right. That thought brings some kind of confidence and comfort to the new young woman's mind...
Harri-chan wrote:Even without taking a drink, Amir's body continued to change. The mound of flesh on his chest jiggled ever so slightly as he poked at it, the pair of them still growing steadily. His clothing began to change, his pants getting tighter and thinner, until they clung to his feminine legs, showing off his plump thighs. They turned into a thin, white material, and looked more like tights, while his shirt, which hadn't got shorter like his body had, now reached the middle of those thighs. It too began to get more snug, particularly around his torso, the sleeves receding up over his shoulders until they had become no more than straps. Now the shirt was looking rather like a dress, and the material shifted into a soft silk, peach in colour, hugging his breasts as their growth came to a stop. Now, to anyone else, Amir would look like a petite young woman, maybe in her late teens, and with a sharp tugging sensation between his thighs, that is exactly what he became! In the same instant, his now long hair had became a pale blonde, and his wider eyes were now blue...
While Amir was watching the series of changes, the parts of his mind that might panic at them overloaded beyond the ability to produce coherent thoughts, and instead his mind was occupied with wondering where in the world his trenchcoat had disappeared to. When things started to calm down again, she shook herself, looking at the potion for a second or two. Anyone paying very close attention, though it's not likely anyone was, might have thought that for a second her shadow moved strangely for a second or two, and during that time a soft whisper came up from the ground.
"All of it..""Yeah, yeah.." she muttered, before picking up the potion and actually chugging the rest of it.
Harri-chan wrote:Elliot looked up at the Host, and to begin with she seemed genuinely interested in the explanation, but as the aroma of everyone's food drifted over to her sensitive nose, she remembered why they had come.
"Fish?", she asked, her tail swishing back and forth behind her.
"Pleeease... ".
The guy who brought her in says, "Oh! Um, don't worry about the kid's menu, we'll figure it out," he says.
The host nods, and leads them to a table. The guy looks over the menu, and hands one to Elliot. "Um..so what sounds good?" he says.
((Just imagine a typical seafood menu..probably not anything too obscure on it.))
