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Ms. April '23: The Trans Skill Tree
🕑 Added 2023-04-14 13:00:04 +0000 UTCTrigger #107: Player One
Individual/Phenomenon Class: A shut in gamer who was struck by lightning, giving her access to the Fabric of Reality in the form of a video game skill tree interface.
Transformation Type: TG, Furrification, Breast and Ass Expansion
Threat Level: Beneign. As these "Level Ups" are largely focused on the individual herself, it is very unlikely she will be doing anything nefarious with these new powers. Lascivious? Yes. Nefarious? Unlikely.
Subject: Cassandra "Cass" Iski, 20, F, formerly Carl Iski, 20, AMAB.
The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.
"Is this just a game to you?"
Someone had said that to Carl once. "Is this all just a game to you?" He knew the question was rhetorical, but if it wasn't, he'd have answered "No, of course not. Games are supposed to be fun. I'm good at games. I'm not good at whatever this is..."
Carl knew he was different. He'd always been looking for ways to escape his reality. He wasn't an unloved child. He had caring parents, a few close friends. But he'd always felt something was wrong with him. Carl didn't like being Carl very much, and that wasn't because of his autism like people would often think, much to his frustration. He knew it was something else, it had to be. So when he was old enough to play video games, he took to them like a fish to water. Role Playing Games especially.
In Myrcea Online, he was Cassandra the Resplendent, the most powerful and beautiful catfolk witch in all the realms. To Carl, things always made sense in games. There were clear cut rules, consistent tasks and rewards. If Carl failed a task, he could always try again and again and again until he got it right. NPCs were easier to talk to than people, your responses were multiple choice, nice and streamlined. Set conversations with reliable results. No searching for what to say, or the right way to say it, no messy misinterpretations, just text as written. Simply.
More than all that, however, was how people treated him in the game. Some players were annoying and creepy, sure, hitting on him and asking him for nudes. But... being treated like he was a girl was... Nice. Freeing. People tended to be nicer, gentler, more invested in him just because his avatar was female. Just because they saw a girl, and assumed he was one. Isn't it funny how that works?
Sometimes he wished real life was like a video game. One where you could change your character's appearance at will. Show people the version of yourself you wanted them to see. Make things simpler.
Those were the thoughts that went through Carl's head when lightning struck his dorm room's satellite dish, traveled through several feet of wiring before exiting through Carl's mouse and directly into him. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the Level Up screen.
When Carl came to, there were two screens in front of him. At first, he thought he was seeing double. One screen was his gaming PC, glitching out after the thunderstrike. The second was... something else. Holographic almost. It floated just within arm's reach.
"Please enter Player's Name."
After checking his body for burns and finding none, curiosity got the better of him. He tapped the screen. It felt solid, like a touchscreen. A keyboard blipped into existence in front of him.
"Cass_" was the name he ultimately chose. He'd always preferred it to Carl. Carl didn't fit quite right, just like how some clothes sat like fire ants on his skin. But Carl could only be Cass, could only be a girl in video games, and life wasn't a game... was it?
As soon as Cass hit enter, a series of windows opened. Character stats. Inventory. Settings. One thing caught her eye however.
"Level Up.
Cass had always loved leveling her characters up. Progress was clear, simply to understand, and easy enough to obtain. There was no guesswork, and optimizing a character to be good at certain playstyles was fun.
Cass tapped the level up screen and a long, extensive skill tree opened up before her.
The first two branches of which were "Cracked Egg" or "Stealth Mode."
If Cass's hunch was right, and this was actually happening, and she wasn't having some kind of bizarre near death experience, invisibility sounded like a way cooler super power than whatever "Egg Cracking" was. She tapped it.
A strange, buzzing feeling ran through her body. Staticky, electric, like a less intense version of the lightning bolt that struck her. At first, she thought she was overstimulated or something. But then the changes began.
Her hands shrank, and long, dainty nails pushed out from her cuticles. The feeling moved up her arms as muscles melted into slender skin and bone. She shrugged her shoulders, which felt closer to each other somehow, like her torso had been squished in a vice. The tingling continued up to her face. Every strand of her sparse facial hair stood up on end, before withering away, leaving only smooth, decidedly feminine skin. The hair on top of her head, however, grew wavier, thicker, and longer, like the hair she'd seen in shampoo commercials. So too did her eyelashes. It felt like the butterfly kisses her mother had used to give her. She giggled, and she stopped when she realized her voice was higher, thinner... girlier.
It was breathtaking.
The changes didn't stop, if anything they sped up from there. Her chest ballooned outward into two heavy, majestic breasts. Her waist narrowed, her hips swayed and widened as she walked to her bathroom mirror. Her ass plumped up like a giant peach, and her thighs became so thick, they rubbed up against each other. When she got to the mirror, she only had a few seconds to watch in awe as her "outie" was pushed up and in to her body by an invisible hand.
The girl in the mirror was unmistakable. It was the face and figure she had meticulously carved out in every character creator in every game she could get her hands on. It was Cassandra. She was Cassandra.
Looking around the room, a few puzzle pieces fell into place. The boxers littering the floor next to her laundry bin were replaced with a bra and panties draped haphazardly over her wardrobe. Pictures of Carl had been replaced by pictures of Cass. It was like someone had snuck in the night before and rearranged her entire life to resemble one where she had always been a girl. Or at least, one where people could SEE it.
This gift, this new power of hers, this wish fulfilled, it thrilled Cass. She wanted to know what else she could do. She looked at the skill tree again.
"Catgirl Maid Outfit" or "Big Tiddy Goth GF."
Cass hit the former button so hard if it were real it would have shattered.
A shiver went up her spine, and her ears popped. Things went quiet for a few seconds. She was scared she'd gone deaf. Then, two furry cat ears poked their way up and through her hair, and things were louder than ever before. She quickly slipped some earbuds into her fuzzy new canals so she wouldn't be overstimulated. She played her favorite song on repeat and calmed down as the changes continued. A feline yowl jumped out her throat as her spine lengthened into a long, fluffy cat's tail. Her teeth traced her new fangs as black and orange calico patterns bled into her hair like watercolors to a canvas.
Finally, her clothes darkened and tightened against her skin, like they had been dipped in oil. Luckily enough, the texture was comfortable to her, no tags or seams dug into her like some other clothes she'd been tortured by. The fine silk caressed her skin like a warm blanket, hugging her waist and breasts tight, before billowing out into a fluffy skirt, with plenty of room for her new tail to swing freely. Tight thigh high socks and kitten heels gave her a few of the many inches she had lost in her transformation back, and she walked in them with catlike grace and posture.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror again. She looked like a cute catgirl maid, just like her avatar in Myrcia online. She stimmed with excitement, giggling, shaking her fists and wiggling her hips. Her tail joined in now, wagging back and forth. She caught another glimpse of her happy little dance in the mirror and started giggling all over again.
There was so much more for her to discover. How to earn XP. Respeccing her character. Optimization for... well that was another thing she had to figure out. Would she have Quests to complete? The possibilities tantalized her. But for right now, other, more important things drew her attention. Like the roiling, boiling warmth that started in her loins and spread to her stomach, like a hunger. Her fingers traced her new labia. Her heart beat faster and faster as the pleasure was magnified by each drag of her fingertips. She bit her lip with her fang to keep from screaming, and plunged two fingers in.
It was everything she'd hoped it would be. A rumbling purr echoed from her chest as she curled her fingers inside herself, twisting and turning, curious as to which movement would tip her over the edge.
It was the thought of sharing this body with someone that finally did it. Someone she didn't have to mask around. Someone who loved her for her, all of her, not despite her quirks but because of them, who took the good and the bad and the beautiful. Someone who did see the world as a game, someone who wanted to have fun, just like her.
As she climaxed, yowling like her pet cat back home, Cassandra Iski couldn't WAIT to find her Player Two.
From the desk of
Mira Alcott
Head-Mistress of Transformations
(Special thanks to Texbot for the suggestion, to Inapplicable for sensitivity reading, to my Test Readers, and to all of you for your support!)
(Hey y'all! Ina from the Miraverse Conspiracies Channel said I might be up to the challenge of writing an Autistic character. I believe representation and being able to see yourself depicted in stories is so so important, so with her help I decided to give it a shot. I hope y'all enjoyed, and if I got anything wrong or depicted anything insensitively, please let me know. Thank you!!!)
Comments
Mars Shadow
As someone with a form of autism, I say you succeeded.
Smoke Midlands
Aw, heartwarming nyautism rep
VV
Omg shes a cutie!
Kitsuie
This is amazing! I love it sooo much! Small side note, after this joke was said a few streams ago, I was actually working on a full fledged one, and most of the ones I put in there were translated here, heehee… that’s pretty funny.
CrownCosmo
Calico hair let's gooooo
Abreon or Abrea
Wow, she's so lucky, and love her outfit too!
A Sad Fat Dragon with No Friends
Where can I respec my character? I want to use the Bide- I mean Blahaj Blast
Clint Hill
That's quite a particular set of skills she has.
VGMaster1
Wait, Autism? LETS FUCKING GOOOO!!! Glad to see autism represented in these panels.
Lady_Gendercide257
Wait a minute, autism? Oh hell yeah I’m autistic.
Lady_Gendercide257
Skirt go brrr
BlackCat1989
I am all for autistic representation in my TF/TG stories, especially as I am one myself. Thanks a bunch!
