<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pants Uniform (2 sizes too large at least)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dormitory Garden<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mega-fox<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had taken him forever to find a spot connected enough to nature and quiet enough to conduct this ritual, but he finally had it! Sure, someone might ask uncomfortable questions about what he was doing so close to the women's dorm if they found him, but he'd be quick and gone fast. Stretching his fingers, he began the quiet chant in druidic within the circle of flowers. He could feel the prickle of natural magic dance on his skin, as his body began to meld with the energy of the primal forces all around them even here, close to the academy. Soon, he'd emerge from the ritual chanting, and-<br/><br/>Did the ground just move?<br/><br/>A booming voice. Morgan's concentration was broken, as the magic collecting around him should collapse from the interruption. But it didn't. Was he hallucinating or did a giant fey woman just demand compensation for someth-<br/><br/>The thought was never finished, as in a flash, the ritual was well and truly ruined, as its energies hailed down onto Morgan, and he blacked out briefly.<br/><br/>Urgh, that felt terrible. Really, Morgan could just about melt from frustration at the ritual's interruption by some weirdo fey. Looking around, they were obviously on the ground, right? Time to get up and try again.<br/><br/><em>Wobble.</em><br/><br/>Why... couldn't Morgan get up? Bewildered, the brash young human looked down to see why his arms were failing him to push himself up. Except that he didn't have eyes to look at arms with, yet he still saw... ooze. Protoplasmic slime, translucent blue and rather pretty in color.<em>Wh-wh-wha-whatthehells?!</em><br/><br/>Morgan tried to scream, but there was no mouth to scream with. Morgan tried to run, but Morgan had no legs to run with. Only slightly rolling forwards like... like an ooze. This couldn't be happening! Druidic magic didn't turn people into oozes even in mishaps! No no no! Shouting internally in so many swears that the clear blue orb of slime wobbled slightly, Morgan had a crisis worse than any other in their life. Even their inner voice was being weird! Way too high-pitched in tone and incoherent. Wait, this was a magic academy, right?! Someone here could surely fix this mistake! But if an ooze showed up at the stairs, one that couldn't even talk, they'd just exterminate it!<br/><br/>No, no. Think. This body was... ellastic. Stretchy. With as much mental fortitude as Morgan could exert, they focused on their old shape, and began to force their body into it. Slowly, starting at the face...<br/><br/>"H-hey, stop that! I'm not food!"<br/><br/>That was odd. What was wrong with Morgan's voice? Confused, a slowly reforming hand reached for her throat that had become able to make sounds again, as the translucent blue ooze took on the appearance of skin. Hey, the clothes were back!... And why were they so... wide? And why did she feel so... different? Not just 'oh god I just turned into an ooze' different, either. A look down revealed that her hand looked like skin again, and absent-mindedly, she found herself trying to stroke the fur of the extremely large fox. The transformation continued downwards, and...<br/><br/><em>By all the gods, something was now missing.</em><br/><br/>With large yellow eyes and now blue instead of black hair that looked like barely-solidifying liquid, Morgan's free hand looked for something between her legs. And found something quite unexpected instead.<br/><br/>"WHAT THE FUCK?!"