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Lucys Odd Encounter Sr Novel 241120
In the vibrant, cluttered confines of Room Six in the Delta Delta Delta Sorority, Lucy undergoes a startling transformation from college student to capybara while engrossed in a documentary on wolves. This change begins with a mysterious tingling sensation, leading to her skin sprouting golden-brown fur and her limbs reshaping themselves into those of a capybara. Despite the shock of her new form, Lucy retains her human consciousness and immediately seeks help through her phone, clumsily managing to send a message to her friends explaining her dire situation. However, this initial attempt to reach out for help is met with a mix of ridicule and indifference, relegating her plea to the background noise of the chatroom.
As time passes with no substantive help, Lucy's frustration mounts. In a fit of desperation, she resorts to an unconventional method of drawing attention: leaking bizarre and questionable content into the chatroom. This radical action provokes a strong reaction, but not the assistance she was hoping for. Lucy finds herself temporarily banned from the chatroom and under investigation, a situation that escalates when the curse affecting her is found to have spread to the entire building. The climax of Lucy's odd encounter hinges on a bizarre twist of fate, as the discovery of the curse's widespread effect among her peers starts a series of events that might lead to solving her predicament, albeit in the most unexpected way.
(Lucy's odd encounter(SRNovel):SRNovel)
[Tue Nov 19 2024]
In Room Six in Delta Delta Delta Sorority
This dorm room is a lively tapestry of college life and sisterhood, shared by two girls. On one wall, a DELTA DELTA DELTA tapestry takes center stage, surrounded by candid snapshots brimming with laughter and shared memories. Twin beds, each with plush, patterned bedding, are strategically positioned to maximize the space, their arrangement creating individual nooks of personality and comfort. A whiteboard calendar, bustling with color-coded events and deadlines, hangs near a makeshift vanity that's a collage of cosmetic treasures and strings of fairy lights surrounding a Wal-Mart mirror. Dressers sit at the foot of each bed, covered in stickers.
It is afternoon, about 48F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds.
Lucy lounges on her bed, dressed as a cat-girl maid. One leg is lazily draped over the edge of the mattress, while her other knee is bent up, holding her phone with both hands. Her eyes glued to the screen as she watches a documentary about wolves.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
Wolves. Animals. They're cute in their own way, even when being savage. There's plenty of creatures in the animal kingdom worth admiring, a plethora of creatures doing adorable things beneath her fingertips - though Lucy might be watching them tear things up for now. But with animals on the mind and within her eyes, Lucy starts to feel a curious tingling sensation.
someone It starts around the hands. Gradually intensifying, down the sohulders, the arms, and then - the skin begins to sprout hair. One, two, three! Dozens, slowly turning, a cover of golden-brown fur.
Her legs begin to change next in much the same way, gradually shrinking with the hands. The organic pop and crack of belows and joints and muscles reshuffling into stubby but sturdy limbs perfectly suited for waddling and swimming as her phone slips through her fingers as her petite form becomes even smaller and rounder. The ticklish sensation of fur under clothes and body and the pointed noise flattening and cheeks puffing out into a muzzle!
Hair from the hair shortens, vanishing, merging with the skin as everything around seems gradually bigger and bigger and bigger until she's a soft, fuzzy, round animal, buried in a pile of human clothing with the glow of the phone still playing animal videos lying face-up on the bed nearby. Strangely, there's a vague sensation of peacefulness and cheerfulness, battling the normal feelings Lucy may have at the moment.
But that's just the nature of being a capybara.
Wolves. Animals. They're cute in their own way, even when being savage. There's plenty of creatures in the animal kingdom worth admiring, a plethora of creatures doing adorable things beneath her fingertips - though Lucy might be watching them tear things up for now. But with animals on the mind and within her eyes, Lucy starts to feel a curious tingling sensation.
It starts around the hands. Gradually intensifying, down the sohulders, the arms, and then - the skin begins to sprout hair. One, two, three! Dozens, slowly turning, a cover of golden-brown fur.
Her legs begin to change next in much the same way, gradually shrinking with the hands. The organic pop and crack of belows and joints and muscles reshuffling into stubby but sturdy limbs perfectly suited for waddling and swimming as her phone slips through her fingers as her petite form becomes even smaller and rounder. The ticklish sensation of fur under clothes and body and the pointed noise flattening and cheeks puffing out into a muzzle!
Hair from the hair shortens, vanishing, merging with the skin as everything around seems gradually bigger and bigger and bigger until she's a soft, fuzzy, round animal, buried in a pile of human clothing with the glow of the phone still playing animal videos lying face-up on the bed nearby. Strangely, there's a vague sensation of peacefulness and cheerfulness, battling the normal feelings Lucy may have at the moment.
But that's just the nature of being a capybara.
In her capybara form, Lucy can feel the soft, dense fur and the awkwardness of her body, but strangely, she isn't panicking. Maybe it's because she's used to odd situations now, being part of a world where supernatural things happen to people like her. Even so, the foreignness of it all nags at her.
Her large, rounded body shakes as she braces against the change, instinctively trying to shift back into her human form. She concentrates, willing her bones and muscles to rearrange. The familiar warmth of her human shape should be there, but nothing happens. The shift, the morph, it doesn't come.
Lucy freezes. And suddenly, panic grips her chest, the realization sinking in: something's gone terribly wrong. She can't shift. Not back.
She shifts on all fours, feeling the pressure of the tiny, clumsy paws against the floor as she tries to move toward her phone. The human instinct to reach for her device flares, though it feels so far away, her body uncoordinated, and not built for the task. The screen seems impossibly out of reach. But, despite the frustration clawing at her, Lucy doesn't stop. She slowly crawls, and when she reaches her phone, she strains her capybara legs to nudge it into position. Her tiny, tremoring paws struggle to navigate the device, but she types clumsily with her fingers. Her message is frantic but composed: Guys, I've got a problem. I turned into a capybara. I can't shift back. Someone please help.
Lucy is probably quite lucky - one of the few who understands the sensation and would not immediately panic, or revert to capybara instincts. Admittedly, those instincts are 'chill out and eat grass' in much the same way a stoner has the munchies. They're not particularly bright or stubborn animals, and so maneuvering those instincts are not particularly difficult. Waddling over to the phone - clothes sliding off her form as she wriggles out of them.
Waddling, clumsy compared to human digits - but they are digits. They can grasp things, stand on her hind legs, and she still possesses the full abilities of human faculties. The message pops up in the WOW chatroom. The immediate response is jokes. People poking fun at her, playing it off, a sense of humor. It is, after all, a public channel. But the nature of White Oak...
Some will take it very seriously. A private text message flashes on the screen. It's her mathematics teacher. A no-nonsense, older lady, with a strict schedule and policy. "Where are you?" The message asks. And "Do you need me to come get you?"
There's also other text messages, less useful, a sudden spring of matches on MyHaven from randos, but the lack of friends Lucy has becomes apparent. Nobody else takes it seriously - or cares.
Lucy sat there, still, staring at the chatroom screen with a mixture of desperation and frustration. The seconds dragged on like hours. No one responded. Her message sat unread, buried under idle conversations and memes, as though her problem was as mundane as someone asking where the next party was.
Her heart sank. A deep, biting ache crept up her chest, gnawing at her resolve. The thought lingered in the back of her mind, as cruel and persistent as a whisper she couldn't unhear: You're easy to ignore. But she wasn't about to let that happen. Not again. If there was one thing she knew, it was how to turn being ignored into a weapon. She had been taught, time and time again, that the world only paid attention when you were impossible to overlook.
Fine, she thought bitterly. If they wouldnt come to her aid, she'd force them to. This was a line she was about to cross, but desperate times called for desperate measures, didn't they? With an awkward jab of her paw, she navigated to her private folder. One she would never, ever have admitted to having under normal circumstances. But now, it was her ace in the hole: weird fetish pictures, some bizarre, some harmlessly absurd, some genuinely questionable, sat ready for deployment. And that's exactedly what she did, bomb the chatroom with pornography: The first upload was a grainy, over-saturated video of a grown man in a cat suit eating spaghetti out of a shoe. Next, a low-res image of what could only be described as "latex Renaissance cosplay gone horribly wrong." She finished it off with a sequence of hyper-specific memes involving cartoon animals in wildly inappropriate situations.
'WTF' 'gross' 'what' comes the chorus of replies, the complaints, the cries, a fucked up thing in a fucked up place. Apparently Lucy missed the text from her teacher which is now filled with politely worded anger in follow up texts. Action soon follows - Lucy finds her account temporarily banned pending investigation, locked out of the chatroom.
And, well, now an investigation is opened into it. It won't be long before the residence director comes a-knockin' and a-lookin' for Lucy to give her a stern talking to... and finding a capybara instead. A capybara well used in using smartphones and a pile of clothes.
There will be an investigation - some poking and prodding - but eventually the curse that was slipped into some cookies will be discovered. Apparently it hit everyone in the building, not just her.
As time passes with no substantive help, Lucy's frustration mounts. In a fit of desperation, she resorts to an unconventional method of drawing attention: leaking bizarre and questionable content into the chatroom. This radical action provokes a strong reaction, but not the assistance she was hoping for. Lucy finds herself temporarily banned from the chatroom and under investigation, a situation that escalates when the curse affecting her is found to have spread to the entire building. The climax of Lucy's odd encounter hinges on a bizarre twist of fate, as the discovery of the curse's widespread effect among her peers starts a series of events that might lead to solving her predicament, albeit in the most unexpected way.
(Lucy's odd encounter(SRNovel):SRNovel)
[Tue Nov 19 2024]
In Room Six in Delta Delta Delta Sorority
This dorm room is a lively tapestry of college life and sisterhood, shared by two girls. On one wall, a DELTA DELTA DELTA tapestry takes center stage, surrounded by candid snapshots brimming with laughter and shared memories. Twin beds, each with plush, patterned bedding, are strategically positioned to maximize the space, their arrangement creating individual nooks of personality and comfort. A whiteboard calendar, bustling with color-coded events and deadlines, hangs near a makeshift vanity that's a collage of cosmetic treasures and strings of fairy lights surrounding a Wal-Mart mirror. Dressers sit at the foot of each bed, covered in stickers.
It is afternoon, about 48F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds.
Lucy lounges on her bed, dressed as a cat-girl maid. One leg is lazily draped over the edge of the mattress, while her other knee is bent up, holding her phone with both hands. Her eyes glued to the screen as she watches a documentary about wolves.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
Wolves. Animals. They're cute in their own way, even when being savage. There's plenty of creatures in the animal kingdom worth admiring, a plethora of creatures doing adorable things beneath her fingertips - though Lucy might be watching them tear things up for now. But with animals on the mind and within her eyes, Lucy starts to feel a curious tingling sensation.
someone It starts around the hands. Gradually intensifying, down the sohulders, the arms, and then - the skin begins to sprout hair. One, two, three! Dozens, slowly turning, a cover of golden-brown fur.
Her legs begin to change next in much the same way, gradually shrinking with the hands. The organic pop and crack of belows and joints and muscles reshuffling into stubby but sturdy limbs perfectly suited for waddling and swimming as her phone slips through her fingers as her petite form becomes even smaller and rounder. The ticklish sensation of fur under clothes and body and the pointed noise flattening and cheeks puffing out into a muzzle!
Hair from the hair shortens, vanishing, merging with the skin as everything around seems gradually bigger and bigger and bigger until she's a soft, fuzzy, round animal, buried in a pile of human clothing with the glow of the phone still playing animal videos lying face-up on the bed nearby. Strangely, there's a vague sensation of peacefulness and cheerfulness, battling the normal feelings Lucy may have at the moment.
But that's just the nature of being a capybara.
Wolves. Animals. They're cute in their own way, even when being savage. There's plenty of creatures in the animal kingdom worth admiring, a plethora of creatures doing adorable things beneath her fingertips - though Lucy might be watching them tear things up for now. But with animals on the mind and within her eyes, Lucy starts to feel a curious tingling sensation.
It starts around the hands. Gradually intensifying, down the sohulders, the arms, and then - the skin begins to sprout hair. One, two, three! Dozens, slowly turning, a cover of golden-brown fur.
Her legs begin to change next in much the same way, gradually shrinking with the hands. The organic pop and crack of belows and joints and muscles reshuffling into stubby but sturdy limbs perfectly suited for waddling and swimming as her phone slips through her fingers as her petite form becomes even smaller and rounder. The ticklish sensation of fur under clothes and body and the pointed noise flattening and cheeks puffing out into a muzzle!
Hair from the hair shortens, vanishing, merging with the skin as everything around seems gradually bigger and bigger and bigger until she's a soft, fuzzy, round animal, buried in a pile of human clothing with the glow of the phone still playing animal videos lying face-up on the bed nearby. Strangely, there's a vague sensation of peacefulness and cheerfulness, battling the normal feelings Lucy may have at the moment.
But that's just the nature of being a capybara.
In her capybara form, Lucy can feel the soft, dense fur and the awkwardness of her body, but strangely, she isn't panicking. Maybe it's because she's used to odd situations now, being part of a world where supernatural things happen to people like her. Even so, the foreignness of it all nags at her.
Her large, rounded body shakes as she braces against the change, instinctively trying to shift back into her human form. She concentrates, willing her bones and muscles to rearrange. The familiar warmth of her human shape should be there, but nothing happens. The shift, the morph, it doesn't come.
Lucy freezes. And suddenly, panic grips her chest, the realization sinking in: something's gone terribly wrong. She can't shift. Not back.
She shifts on all fours, feeling the pressure of the tiny, clumsy paws against the floor as she tries to move toward her phone. The human instinct to reach for her device flares, though it feels so far away, her body uncoordinated, and not built for the task. The screen seems impossibly out of reach. But, despite the frustration clawing at her, Lucy doesn't stop. She slowly crawls, and when she reaches her phone, she strains her capybara legs to nudge it into position. Her tiny, tremoring paws struggle to navigate the device, but she types clumsily with her fingers. Her message is frantic but composed: Guys, I've got a problem. I turned into a capybara. I can't shift back. Someone please help.
Lucy is probably quite lucky - one of the few who understands the sensation and would not immediately panic, or revert to capybara instincts. Admittedly, those instincts are 'chill out and eat grass' in much the same way a stoner has the munchies. They're not particularly bright or stubborn animals, and so maneuvering those instincts are not particularly difficult. Waddling over to the phone - clothes sliding off her form as she wriggles out of them.
Waddling, clumsy compared to human digits - but they are digits. They can grasp things, stand on her hind legs, and she still possesses the full abilities of human faculties. The message pops up in the WOW chatroom. The immediate response is jokes. People poking fun at her, playing it off, a sense of humor. It is, after all, a public channel. But the nature of White Oak...
Some will take it very seriously. A private text message flashes on the screen. It's her mathematics teacher. A no-nonsense, older lady, with a strict schedule and policy. "Where are you?" The message asks. And "Do you need me to come get you?"
There's also other text messages, less useful, a sudden spring of matches on MyHaven from randos, but the lack of friends Lucy has becomes apparent. Nobody else takes it seriously - or cares.
Lucy sat there, still, staring at the chatroom screen with a mixture of desperation and frustration. The seconds dragged on like hours. No one responded. Her message sat unread, buried under idle conversations and memes, as though her problem was as mundane as someone asking where the next party was.
Her heart sank. A deep, biting ache crept up her chest, gnawing at her resolve. The thought lingered in the back of her mind, as cruel and persistent as a whisper she couldn't unhear: You're easy to ignore. But she wasn't about to let that happen. Not again. If there was one thing she knew, it was how to turn being ignored into a weapon. She had been taught, time and time again, that the world only paid attention when you were impossible to overlook.
Fine, she thought bitterly. If they wouldnt come to her aid, she'd force them to. This was a line she was about to cross, but desperate times called for desperate measures, didn't they? With an awkward jab of her paw, she navigated to her private folder. One she would never, ever have admitted to having under normal circumstances. But now, it was her ace in the hole: weird fetish pictures, some bizarre, some harmlessly absurd, some genuinely questionable, sat ready for deployment. And that's exactedly what she did, bomb the chatroom with pornography: The first upload was a grainy, over-saturated video of a grown man in a cat suit eating spaghetti out of a shoe. Next, a low-res image of what could only be described as "latex Renaissance cosplay gone horribly wrong." She finished it off with a sequence of hyper-specific memes involving cartoon animals in wildly inappropriate situations.
'WTF' 'gross' 'what' comes the chorus of replies, the complaints, the cries, a fucked up thing in a fucked up place. Apparently Lucy missed the text from her teacher which is now filled with politely worded anger in follow up texts. Action soon follows - Lucy finds her account temporarily banned pending investigation, locked out of the chatroom.
And, well, now an investigation is opened into it. It won't be long before the residence director comes a-knockin' and a-lookin' for Lucy to give her a stern talking to... and finding a capybara instead. A capybara well used in using smartphones and a pile of clothes.
There will be an investigation - some poking and prodding - but eventually the curse that was slipped into some cookies will be discovered. Apparently it hit everyone in the building, not just her.