As you're wandering the halls of the nonsense-castle, you see a door has been left ajar. You open it further to investi— dunk! A bucketfull of cold liquid soaks you, and you feel yourself begin to change!
Get buizelled, sqrrk!
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Fins grow from my arms, tearing through my sleeves. A buoyant ruff of fur forces down the zipper of my jacket as it springs from my neck. Of course, my changing proportions and body shape knock me to the ground, and a pair of tails punch a hole in my jeans.
B-buizel… o~o