Tasty Tales of Transformation

  The night was thick with fog and the light from the crescent moon dim. The perfect night for exploring an ominous, derelict mansion. Chaz had suggested it, much to the disinterest of his friend Deiser. A human with infinite curiosity, Chaz was always seeking out an adventure where he could see it, especially if there was the chance for the supernatural as he would say. Deiser, being a wolfman, could smell the scent of BS from a mile away. Well, typically that is. There was something odd emanating from this abandoned dwelling, but he couldn’t put his nose on it. Chaz excitedly sprinted towards the house, his athletic body displaying well-honed strength through its perfect runner’s form. He was always dressed light, wearing form-fitting shorts and Ts no matter the weather, with only a windbreaker jacket for nights like tonight. His black hair he always kept buzzed, keeping things as simple as the rest of his look. The most remarkable features on him were his eyes, big with vibrant ...

  Artwork - Sune Poking the pudge of their cheeks, then twirling their chin-length side bangs, Mason was nervous, and more importantly, unsatisfied with the job they had done over these past few months. Staring back at them through the mirror was not the fully realized, pretty-boy image they had sought. Sure, they had worked out, leaned out a bit, grew out their hair, and even snuck in some product use to clean up their complexion; If these were the results though, why bother? This was all to catch the attention of his best friend Willis, but judging by the lack of comments towards the obvious change in his looks, the attempt had failed. “There is no way that buttmunch hasn’t noticed,” Mason timidly grumbled as he kept trying new angles for which to look at his face. “M-Maybe if I wore a dress…” Mason tipped his head to the ground, eliminating the thought. While prettying himself up was a step he was willing to take, wearing anything overtly girly was a step too far. He very much p...