The final page for this skein of Choose Your Own Adventure! It's been loads of fun, a whole week of it in fact, and thanks so much to everyone who participated! Let me know what you thought of the process and we may very well do another one (or take another skein of this one) sometime!

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The Production Line was accessible through a dark tunnel beneath the elevated Control Room. It was full of the "epi-perfume" vials filled with liquids of different colors and at various stages of manufacture; numb as she was with the shock of seeing and moving in her new body, Vicky was glad she hadn't wandered through there before--there were altogether too many sharp needles ready to give her a goat's beard or tyrannosaurus arms or heaven only knew what else.

A definite rustling was audible--whatever had been following Vicky through GeneCom was close. Really close. Like, right next to her close. Vicky let out a whinny from her relatively unfamiliar muzzle as a shape erupted from the shadows behind a conveyor belt, epi-perfumes in hand. Before Vicky could react, or even get a good look, she'd been jabbed multiple times.

"Urrgh…what…agh!" she cried. Her tail grew even longer, even thicker, now at least as long as the rest of her body combined, with fresh fins splatting wetly into being. Legs too expanded, gaining length and girth and thickly corded muscle. The panda panties were overwhelmed, and went away in a flash of white, black, and pink confetti. Vicky's torso strained once more against her blouse before the expensive fabric pulled apart at weak spots on her back and bust, then peeled off like onion skin. She was not thickly furred to her abdomen, where the fuzz gave way to scales on her clawed legs and now-vast tail, while her petite B+ cups were now considerably further down the alphabet.

Vicky looked like nothing so much as a hippocampus of old, though of course she had never encountered that term and would have thought it some kind of finishing school for hippopotamuses if she had.

"What…why did you do that, you jerk?" Vicky cried, pushing her assailant. The creature had an eagle's head, lizardlike hand-claws, and legs ending in hooves, with the scales, feathers, and fur all of the same basic platinum hue and smoothly blended much as the transition between Vicky's own textures. It was wearing a tattered Oceanside State letter jacket, and a class ring on a chain around its neck.

"C…Cris? Cris DuShay? Is that you?" Vicky gasped.

"Yes, it's me," the creature said, in the voice of the Oceanside State lacrosse player that Vicky had been seeing on and off and on and off since sophomore year. "The brothers at Phi Alpha Duush have to spend the night in here as part of our senior ritual, and I accidentally got horribly mutated last week."

"W-why didn't you call?" Vicky cried.

"Because I knew that sooner or later you'd come down that road angry about something and I could crash you and mutate you so we could be together," Cris said, his eyes soulful.

"That makes perfect sense!" Vicky cried. "It doesn't matter that we're horrible freaks of nature, as long as we're together!"

"That's the spirit!" The "hippocampus" and the "hippogriff" embraced, and began the walk out, claw-in-paw.

"Let's grab some of these things for later," Vicky said as an afterthought. "We can mutate ourselves up a whole Greek organization!"

The End