Author: Prysmcat

I held up a hand to pause a question, and answered the phone blinking on my desk. “Octavia Whittaker’s office.” I listened patiently. “This isn’t a medical clinic. Octavia’s practice specializes in recreation and personal exploration. We don’t have a waiting list. If you can let me know what days you have in mind for change and reversal, and how many people will be involved, I will do my best to get you in on those days. We can’t guarantee that those days are available, since there is a limit to how many changes Octavia can do in a single…

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“I heard,” Ben said, “that if someone is resisting enough, on a deep level, then it’s hard or impossible for a morph witch to change them, or undo a change.” “That was disproven,” Tavi said. “It would make unwilling changes impossible, and traumatic morph shock would become incredibly rare—you’d have to trick someone into going along with it. It’s basically just wishful thinking. I can understand why. The fact that consent isn’t required for something that can mess you up in a big way is a scary thing.” I brought a tray into the living room, with two cups of…

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“Uh… Sky?” Tavi said hesitantly. I raised my head from Ben’s shoulder. Somehow, in my sleep, I’d wrapped myself around him again, but like the previous night, he appeared to be fine with that. “Need help?” I asked her, barely managing both syllables before I yawned. The apartment was washed with golden light, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t way too early at this time of year. “It woke me up. I could try to push it longer, but…” “Nope, probably better to do it early instead of fast and desperate. Yo, Ben?” “I heard,” he said sleepily, and stretched,…

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Tavi was asleep already when I checked on her, curled up but not covered. I tucked a pillow under her sore hand to elevate it a little, then fetched a warm fuzzy blanket from the living room to tuck over her. I made myself a sandwich, heavy on the meat, which turned out to be quite acceptable to my current physiology. Then I went back to figuring out how to actually move properly. From point A to point B, I was getting the hang of, but not complex acrobatic feats like sitting down on the couch and standing up. Using…

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The blue kept bleaching out to that pale cream, across my shoulders and my chest as far as I could see; what it was doing across my face, I couldn’t tell. My yellow-striped white hair darkened instead to black with streaks of kelly green, and it grew thicker, without the short bits on each side turning it more mane-like, at least as long if not longer. The greenish-black returned across my breasts, in a sort of band that was fairly flat across the bottom but dipped in the centre of the top, and wrapped around my back as far as…

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A discordant screech, followed by, “Oh my god!” woke me. I opened by eyes and yawned. Tavi, in just tanktop and shorts, had stopped, barely in the living room, eyes wide. “’Morning, Tavi.” Wait, was my voice higher? I hadn’t had any reason to say anything before and hadn’t thought to check. “I’m a terrible person. And a terrible friend. And you’re going to totally hate me.” “None of the above. You’re a very creative person and a wonderful friend and I absolutely do not hate you.” Yes, my voice was definitely higher. I couldn’t really hear it properly; I…

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Back in the living room, I sat down in the middle of the throw rug. The treadmill was back in its usual spot, and I had plenty of space. At least, it had better be plenty of space—if I changed into anything that filled it all, I was in real trouble. What was I in for this time? The blue kept flowing up my arms and across my torso, and the metal dissolved as it did so. It was a rather pleasant shade, a sort of ultra-saturated sky blue. Nothing else changed, though: I still had those same feminized proportions,…

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Roughly every ten minutes, another of my LEDs came on. Purely by coincidence, each of Tavi’s phone calls also took roughly ten minutes. “Yes, Mom, I’m fine, I promise. We have enough of everything for right now. I actually am an adult and I’ve been surviving on my own for a while now. Okay, I’m not going to turn it down if you drop more money in my account, since everything is a bit disrupted and Sky and I need to eat, but I really don’t need you to drop by with anything for us. Honestly, we’re okay.” “Yes, Dad,…

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I heard the bathroom door close, and then open a moment later, and Tavi called my name. Waking up at five in the morning was going to mess with her whole schedule, but it was plausible that she’d woken up and couldn’t doze off again. She’d been asleep, according to my internal clock, for something like ten hours, which was an improvement over the previous post-witching nap which I thought had been more like twelve. “Kitchen,” I called back. “And brace yourself. You’re strange, y’know.” “Oh no. What did I do?” She sounded intensely apprehensive, on her way to join…

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The silver kept climbing. It smoothed everything in its path: my fluffy orange fur simply melted into nothing, and my skin lacked any trace of texture or pores or hairs, like it had been coated in a thin layer of liquid metal. I got up, switched off the TV, and checked that the apartment door was locked before going in Tavi’s bedroom, turning off the living room light on my way. I wanted her able to sleep without interruption, while whatever was happening happened. At least I already had no clothes on, although that had actually not crossed my mind…

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