This choice: A brilliant sunbeam shone through a heart in the wand and in your eye... • Go Back... As you examined the wand against the sky backdrop, the light clouds passing by made the sun fade in and out. "Maybe it is just Japanese..." Just as shifted slightly, and the clouds slid eastward, the rays of the sun shone through a hollow heart near the the bell adorned star tip. A ray of light passed through it, defracting into all the colors of the rainbow, and some you don't even think you've ever seen before, but yet all those rays beam straight into your cornea. Right then, it was like your body locked up. You couldn't move. You were a statue. Images were bombarding your head so fast you couldn't make heads of tails of them.
"John!!"
You could hear your mom, but you couldn't move. Frozen mid-step, it was like the wand was trying to download gobs of data into your mind using the light of the sun. You even begin to feel your mom shaking you, and then feel yourself tip, but somehow your left eye stays locked on the sun, and you never move. Your mother's screams seem to be getter louder and more panicked, but now a strange buzzing sound is coming in, drowning the world around you out.
White Flash.
"You're... awake." you hear your mom say, with strange sharpness. As you sit up, you notice you don't feel as heavy. "What did that... wand, do to you?"
"Nya? What do you mean?" you say, before jumping and covering your hands, hearing the girly voice that came out when you tried to speak. Looking down, you saw your clotes were barely hanging on you, but two EXTREMELY prominent bumps weighed on your smooth chest. Bright, almost lime green hairs fall into your sight as you lean forward more. You struggle through your clothes to your feet, trying to keep some dignity, feeling something odd just above your butt stretch as rose. You then stumbled on your pants legs to the car window as the skies clouded over, letting you use it as a makeshift mirror. That was when you saw you were definitely "not from Mars" anymore, with the cute girl face staring back quite the shock, not to mention the large, almost shojo anime-like pink eyes you now seemed to sport, and the two triangular protrusions poking out your hair concerned you even more. Holding your pants with your right hand, you go to tap one with your left hand and it nervously twitches, sending signals through your body that make you tickly, squirmish, and shudder. "Why they kind of feel like... my ears..." As you coo a bit, you see a hairy limb, narrow and green, but tipped in white. "That's a tail. I have a tail. Mom...? Why do I have a tail?"
She said as she approached, "I watched you just sit there, frozen like a statue, some kind of rainbow beam shooting into your eye. I couldn't move you or anything, and even when I knocked you over, you didn't budge out of position. Then... you started changing. First you got smaller, then you got those..." pointing at your massive race, which you could only estimate to be, what, a G-cup? "Then you grew all that hair..." reminding you of the hair that reached down to your knees. "I thought the worst was over after you had fully became a girl, but then I heard a rip and saw that... tail slither out from your pants, and then those, I guess those are your ears now, come out on top of your head." You look under your hair and only found more hair, and smooth skin under that, where your normal ears should have been. "After that, I lost it, and managed to somehow rip that wand from your hand. When it hit the sidewalk, I swore I saw sparks fly from it..."
"So I became some busty green-haired catgirl all because of this thing..." you say upon picking the wand back up. You were about to chuck it at the man running the garage sale when you see him gone, his chair vacant.
"Even weirder..." Just then, what sounded like thunder tore through the sky, and in a flash three figures appeared, all looking like they were catgirls themselves, the two on the outside wearing long hair (although nowhere near as long as your hair was now) decked out in tight bodysuits, and the one in the middle had quite short hair and wore what looked like it'd be the design of an awesome plugsuit or spacesuit, if not for the fact it was a skimpy halter top, kneehigh 3' heeled boots, and belted miniskirt, all showing plenty of leg, arm, and midriff.
The scantily dressed one seemed overjoyed at your sight. "Ah, thank goodness!! After all these years, some being found the Celestial Scepter and allowed themselves to be used to be integrated with the lost princess' DNA!!"
One of the long haired catgirls looked at you and said, "Are you sure the primitive host's brainwaves can be harvested and cloned. The princess would be dismayed if she knew her restoration came at the cost of another..."
The first one spoke again, bopping her over the head, "I explained this to you before!! That's exactly how it works? Do you doubt our sorce-scientists?"
Your mom interrupted, saying to you, "What are they saying? It's all gibberish!!"
"Mom... They're speaking perfect English..." you groan.
"Wait, you addressed this primitive with recognition..." The skimpy catgirl responded.
"Could you stop calling us 'primitives?' I find it a little condecending...."
"Now you're talking gibberish..." your mom blurts.
"See, told you!!" the second nekomimi to speak retorted, before getted bapped again, making her bite her tongue.
Sighing, she says, "This is a disaster..." Donning a technologically sophisticated glove marked with runes similar to the the on the wand, she waves her palm before your face slowly, passing a horizontal and vertical blue lights over you. "Great... Someone messed up the integration cycle and memory upload, so instead of backing up the host's data and then overwriting the host form to re-form the princess, then later re-constitute the host in a new body, it fused the princess to the host..." She scans more fervently. "...and it seems all of the princess' memories DID get downloaded, but her mind is still a bit fragmented, and this primitive's mind is still the dominant set of brainwaves in this body..."
"Stop calling me a 'primitive!!!'" you say as you take a swing, catching her off guard, and socking her through the car of the man running the garage sale.
"I see you seemed to have acquired the princess' temper, and her right hook, which seems to be amplified by her primitive brain..."
"I'll give you a lot more than a 'right hook' if you don't stop that 'primitive' talk!!" you scream, wholly unaware you have your mom's car lifted over your head.
"Alright... I'll stop calling your kind 'primitives,' but come back when your people got FTL technology and can successfully re-banish a Galor Archdemor to the Eighth Plane..." She screams as she just dodges your mom's car crashing down on the other, setting off a massive explosion.
"John!! Stop it!!" 'Shi-wu' this, and 'hwu-yamanori-shindo' that... What the hell are you talking about? Not to mention... YOU BLEW UP MY CAR!!"
"Sorry mom... But for some reason, once she found out her 'science project' didn't work like she wanted I wasn't her princess 'up here,' she got a smart mouth and kept trying to piss me off, calling us 'primitives' and stuff..."
Coughing a moment as she held her hand to her throat, the scantily clad catgirl spoke, this time your mom understood her. "So you're this pri... the host's mother?"
"Yes... I'm his mother..."
"Eeeehhhhhaaaaa....." She uttered with a grimace. "No wonder when the sensors alerted us the sequence was experiencing 'complications.' Swapping genders was never something we tested, or expected. I guess your physiology is more malleable than those we are familiar. Proves how under-evolved you are." That netted her getting beaned in the head with a slab of sidewalk.
"I don't blame you for that one, honey." your mom says, sighing for relief realizing they don't know she helped contribute to the integration failing.
"Alright, alright... Archaic ass planet... How did the scepter end up here?" She muttered, rubbing her head.
"Now, how about to tell us who you are, who this 'princess' is, and can you fix this?" you exclaim.
"This requires some time, and over time, your own memories you acquired from the scepter should reveal some of this, but you're now fused with our galactic princess Wanyu, and I'm the princess' chief guardian and consort Mahaliko, and these two clowns are my followers Aho (motioning to the one that spoke and she had "disciplined" before) and Satsuni (pointing to the stoic, quiet one with a sulking look), members of the space combat infantry and also of the princess' guard. Unfortunately, as the scans say though, YOU, are now our princess, and in addition to being one of the stronger members of our kind, your scepter grants you exceptional powers to vanquish evil, making your name and face the bane the wicked across the galaxy. As for fixing it... Well, no go. Because the sequence failed like it did, your DNA is now a messy gumbo, meaning there's no known way to separate 'you' from our beloved princess, so now you must adopt her mantle and fight as 'Princess Nyan Fang.' I don't like it either..."
After much dejected sighing, you finally say, right fist clenched, "Guess this means two things. One, how are we going to get home, and two, Amber is going to owe me BIG."
"I think you missed the whole point of that speech." your mom says.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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