Isabella falling into the world of hollycroft and to liven up the party and save the hospital, they experience a wondrous transformation into the werewolf Jayjay.

Jayjay the werewolf was created by  Vivzmind finally was able to draw the wolf that really got me into the fandom in her more modern design.
Hollycroft and Tiffy was created by  AxiomTF with a story by them below.

- Note, I loved Running up that Hill and Kate Bush even before that amazing episode of stranger things- thought it'd fit Jayjay here -

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The night was still, and the wind outside was blowing softly as Izzy sits upon their sofa. Their eyes scanned the sky above them, trying to locate the moon hanging somewhere above them, though it was elusive this particular night, refusing to reveal itself to the fey dragon. The sky was almost entirely cloudless, leaving nowhere for the moon to hide, and thus their mind concluded that it must be a full moon tonight, as the stars shone down from the dark heavens.

They bring their attention back inside and down to their lap, an old VHS tape resting upon it. The lights were off, as Izzy got down onto the floor on their knees and shuffled towards the dusty VHS player, they’d taken out of their attic moments ago, and hooked up to their TV; It’d been some time since they’d used one of these. They prepare to play the tape, as they reflect on what had happened earlier upon this winter’s day…

Their morning had been rather uneventful. Izzy had gotten some household chores done – cleaning the kitchen, hoovering around their bedroom, doing some food prep for dinner, and then watering the planets in their garden. Despite it being winter, it had been a surprisingly long time since there had been any rain, and thus they assumed their plants might have been feeling somewhat parched. With that out of the way, and with their friends all being busy at the time, they had decided to catch a bus, and head out to the city centre to do some perusing around the shops there. There was not really a specific reason why Izzy chose to go out – they just figured that it’d be something fun to do to kill time, though little did they know, what they’d end up purchasing was going to really shake up this mundane day, at least later on.

They spent a couple of hours out, and after wandering around the lower market, looking in a retro gaming store, and buying a new t-shirt at one of those fast fashion brand stores, Izzy spotted an old-looking charity store, tucked away at the end of the street, and sandwiched in between a betting place and a two-star café. It was very unassuming from the outside, though the fey dragon figured that it could have been fun to check it out before heading on home.

Upon entering, the door made a little chime to alert the store owner of an entering customer, or at least, that was its intended purpose; there was no one in the store other than Izzy. They glanced around as they took a few more steps in, but alas, they were truly alone in here. The place was separated into sections – bookshelves lined the far side of the shop, with racks of old DVDs, cassettes, and VHS tapes closer to the entrance. It didn’t seem as if there was much of note in here, so Izzy figured that they’d just have a quick peruse around, and then take their leave.

Walking slowly in between two racks, their head pivoted from left to right, scanning what was being displayed. Old films of varying genres were very common there, with most of their cases being worn around the edges; most of them looked older than Izzy. Furthermore, there did not appear to be any particular order here either. The tapes weren’t arranged alphabetically, into genre, nor in order of release. As Izzy considered this, they spotted a VHS tape which had no cover, as they stopped walking and turn to face it, getting a better look. The words ‘Summer ’86’ were written on the front and side of the tape in black permanent marker, along with a small yellow sticker placed at the corner of the tape, labelled as 50p. It was totally unremarkable, arguably even more so than everything else here, though paradoxically, that’s also what made it stand out to Izzy. What could be on this thing? They wondered this, as they took it to the front counter and waited for around ten minutes. Alas, the store owner, nor anyone at all decided to show. This thing was only cheap, and so instead of waiting around any longer, Izzy grabbed some loose change from their wallet and deposited 50p upon the counter, leaving it there as they exited the store, tape in hand.

Snapping out of their memories, Izzy returns to the present, as they take one more look at the tape before inserting it into the machine. The player swallows it up, before making a soft whirring noise as Izzy leans back a bit, looking up at the screen of their television. For a few seconds, nothing happens, until a wall of static is displayed along with unpleasant white noise. Izzy lets out a sigh – the tape must be busted. Feeling defeated, they look down at the ground – they were really hoping that the tape might’ve had something cool on it, and maybe it once did before it got corrupted. However, the fey dragon may have been a little too hasty with this conclusion, as suddenly, they are hit with a barrage of saturated colours.

Looking up, they’re met by the sight of the static having morphed into something else. It was as if the TV had gotten fashion advice from a tacky bus seat, with a gaudy, shape-based pattern being displayed through the static, which had grown softer along with the white noise. Looking at it was almost… hypnotic, like they were being pulled in towards it, and that feeling was in actuality rather accurate… because that’s what is happening! Unfortunately, Izzy realises this too late, as they try to sink their claws into the ground with one hand, and shield their eyes with the other, the brightness of the screen growing to a blinding degree until…

WOOSH!

Every single one of Izzy’s senses are assaulted by a barrage of stimuli most unnatural – bold colours, impossible shapes, and nothing tangible to grasp a hold of, as they are thrown forwards into and through the TV screen! They couldn’t tell which way was up or down, though they could feel the sensation of spinning around and around and they fall down… or up… or maybe side to side for all that Izzy knew at this point - they were simply along for this rather colourful ride.

They felt as if their body was… changing, somehow. Nothing physical could be seen, though the sensation as if something was happening, or at least, about to happen, was very hard for them to ignore. Glancing down, they spot a large canine bite around their wrist which they had not felt at all. It wasn’t currently bleeding, though the sight certainty wasn’t a pleasant one either, as they brush their clawed finger along it, and still receive no kind of pain from it. The fall kept up for what felt like an eternity to the poor fey dragon, until suddenly, they were spat out onto a paved road in a particularly undignified manner. This unexpected exit had caused Izzy to stumble upon being thrown at the ground, as they trip and topple over into a heap.

The air around Izzy was warm, or at least it was in comparison to how it had been outside for the whole day, as they pushed themselves up off of the ground and got to their feet. They felt a mild stinging sensation coming from the lower end of their left palm – raising it up to get a better look at the source of this pain, they saw that their skin had been scraped a bit upon landing here. It wasn’t bleeding, nor was the injury severe by any means, though that didn’t stop Izzy from feeling a mixture of annoyance and discomfort from their fall. It also exemplified the bizarreness of that bite mark further – surely that should have been the main cause of discomfort, right? Though still, they felt no pain from it whatsoever. It was at this point that they noticed something odd around the wrist of that same arm which had received this minor injury - they were wearing… bracelets?

They couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, and Izzy certainly hadn’t put them on themselves. And for that matter, their gloves had vanished too! Looking down, they’re shocked to see that their old outfit, something that had been put together to handle the rather cold weather as of late, had been completely replaced. In its place, Izzy now wore pink dungarees that were cut at their thighs, with striped leggings going past that down to their feet, now wearing white trainer shoes. Blue mascara had been applied above their eyes, along with painted nails, and a strong-smelling floral perfume scent clinging to them. If that wasn’t enough, not even their hair had been spared from change, as they brought their hand up to it to feel its new poofy texture. They were now sporting a particularly voluminous perm, with some feathers adorning the side of it, as they glanced around their new surroundings.

The street was empty, though decorated with lots of neon signs and colourful paintwork, and at the end of the street, Izzy could see what looked to be a large nightclub – dulled music could be heard even from this distance. Glancing up, the moon had decided to actually show itself, and it was a full, very luminous moon to boot! How could they have missed that… where even were they right now?

They squint at it, as if its appearance was some kind of trick or hallucination… it was kind of beautiful, honestly. They look up at the celestial object with an intense stare, examining all of its features closely, as it seems to place some kind of trance upon them – they couldn’t look away even if they tried at this point. That is, however, until they’re snapped out of this state upon receiving a hard but playful smack upon the back!

“Heya luv! How’re you doing – me and the girls have been looking all over for you! Are you feeling okay?” a cheerily, bubbly sounding voice asks Izzy, prompting them to spin around and find out who was asking. Before them stands a white cockatoo lady – her hair is big, much like theirs had become moments ago, as it’s coloured blonde with the tips dyed a bold magenta hue. She wore what looked like gym clothes with colourful patterns adorning them. Izzy was beginning to notice a strong theme of funky colours and patterns with this place. “Uh.. who are you?” Izzy asks, their voice a little shaky, as this reply causes the avian lady to gently giggle a little. “Haha! What, you don’t recognise your bestie, Tiffy? You’re so funny JayJay! Now come on, we gotta go and meet up with the girls!!” she jests, before taking Izzy by the hand and leading her towards the bar they’d sighted a moment ago.

The place was decorated extensively with neon lighting and gaudy patterns, with the music being played inside now much louder at this closer distance. Thriller could be heard blaring – the bass was heavy, with the sounds of a large crowd shouting and hollering along to the beat of the song as Izzy and her new friend joined a small queue outside of the bar. “W-What are we doing here?” Izzy asks, as Tiffy turns to face her. “You wanted to sing right? For the talent show? I was going to do a dance routine, but we gotta sign up first hun.” She explains, gesturing over to the end of the queue, where Izzy could see a stocky alligator man, carrying a saxophone under one arm, and using the other to write out his name upon a flyer. “What? But… I don’t sing… I don’t know what’s goi-“ Izzy begins, before they are cut off by the amused giggles of Tiffy. “Oh haha! You’re acting so silly tonight luv! Come on, the line is moving quickly now!” She jokes, as Izzy notices that they’d already advanced quite a bit of the way through the queue.

“Would any of you kind folks want a drink? This one’s on the house!” calls a portly sheep fellow, dressed in a mostly black uniform, as he carries out a bunch of bottles of cider upon a stainless-steel tray. The people in the queue all cheer out in excitement, as they are handed the complementary bottles; Tiffy takes two from the gentleman, before handing one over to Izzy. “O-Oh I don’t really drink, you can have mine if you’d like…” they meekly suggest, as Tiffy playfully rolls her eyes in response. “Oh don’t you be worrying about that now! You don’t have to drive me and the girls back home tonight, although you’ve always been a real sweetheart for doing that for us. C’mon, let’s just have a good time tonight, and we can crash at my place afterwards!” she retorts, before handing the bottle to Izzy. They never drank, though something about the way Tiffy had spoken about it… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try it, just for tonight? They smile to themselves, cracking the lip open and taking a sip… damn, that wasn’t half bad actually!

As they arrive at the front of the queue, and seeing no alternative options to take as Tiffy goes ahead to write down her own name, Izzy takes the pen from her once she is finished with it, and signs on for the competition. As they scribe their name upon the paper, they look up to be met with a rather unusual sight - their ears were… growing? Not only that, but their hair was turning pink! They looked up, watching as their fringe hair had begun to straighten again, with some yellowish highlights woven through whilst their eyes had started to lengthen. Their short, yellow fur had begun to sprout new, denser and longer blue fur, as the cartilage there was reforming to look distinctly canine in its appearance. Additionally, this was the only change that Izzy could see themselves at this point, as dark blue freckles began to pop up upon their face.

“Are you done?” someone asks from behind. Izzy turns, seeing a rather small, nerdy-looking woodpecker standing there with his arms folded, before pushing up his thick, oversized glasses with his feathered index finger. “Oh… y-yeah…” Izzy stutters, sheepishly walking through the front doors and past the two bouncers standing beside it, regrouping with Tiffy.

The music inside is almost deafening to Izzy, as they… or maybe she, goes to hang out with Tiffy around the dancefloor, sipping her bottle of cider simultaneously. She felt extremely out of her element here, or at least, she would have done usually, but something about Tiffy’s chilled out vibes, and encouraging personality really put her at ease. They smile softly, listening to her newfound friends gossip and chit-chat about boys, celebrities and movies whilst they feel their shoes growing tighter… and tighter… until…

RIP!

Her toes burst out of their material prison, freeing them and they grow big with sharp claws. Much like her new ears, so too had her feet been coated in a layer of blue fur, as it starts to spread gradually up her legs as she converses with her friends, waiting for her slot to perform upon the nightclub stage. There were many good acts - most seemed to be singers, some prefeformers, and even a couple of comedians came up all for the mission of raising money to help fund the local hospital, which was at risk of being shut down due to a lack of funding.

Around an hour passes. During this time, Izzy really learns to let loose as she drinks more and more, laughing and fooling around with the others as they dance to the beat of the music, the bass pounding as it blasts at them through the huge subwoofers upon the stage. The transformations also continue to spread at a rapid pace, corrupting the fey dragon more and more, as their hair lengthens, and the fur covers their body at an increasing speed. Their horns begin to shrink, retracting into their skull whilst their irises take on a new bright, magenta hue.

“Hey luv, go on - it’s your turn on the stage!” Izzy hears Tiffy call out, as before they can react, the others start clapping and cheering, calling her name as she’s herded onto the stage. The stage lights are blinding, as once her eyes are able to adjust to them, she can get a better look at the sea of people looking up at her. Oh man…

She takes a big gulp, her eyes darting around as she only now just realises that she hadn’t really thought of what she was going to sing whilst up here. She takes a few seconds to think, as the silence of the crowd makes her heart pound. “Okay… h-hi there everyone, my name is… um… a-anyways, tonight I’m going to sing r-running up that hill, by Kate Bush…” she stutters, wiping sweat from her now furry brow, as her breathing becomes heavy and strained. The crowd stays mostly silent, patient smiles upon their animalistic faces, though towards the back of the crowd, a group of young men snicker snidely to themselves, sneaking off to go backstage. Tiffy looks over, spotting them as she follows behind…

Izzy starts to sing softly, and the music kicks in and fills the club with noise once more. “Speak up! We can’t hear!” she hears some in the crowd call out, causing her heart to beat faster. She obliged them, though they weren’t exactly thrilled with what they heard - due to her nervousness, her singing came out most unharmonised and out of tune, as her hands shook, with her head tilted down to the stage floor.

“Heh, look at that loser up there… she sounds awful! C’mon, let’s cut the mic!” one of the backstage trespassers whispers to the rest, all of them sporting varsity jackets and denim jeans as Izzy does their best to push on around the front. To her shock, however, they start to hear a few amongst the crowd begin clapping and cheering - the polar opposite of the anticipated boos she had been expecting to hear at any moment. She finds the courage to lift up her head and face them, as her tail sprouts hair all over, growing out to be bushy whilst the last scraps of her shoes fall away from her changed feet.

“Hey lads, you up to something ‘round here?” Asks Tiffy, a cocky smile upon her face as the mischievous trio of boys turn to face her. “Oh! Umm, nothin’ really.” They lie, as they hold their hands behind their backs. “Oh that’s good to hear then! Wouldn’t wanna get the bouncers called over would we now?” She adds, this threat wrapped in her normal, cheerful tone making it seem all the more genuine, as the group scarpers without saying another word. Meanwhile, the crowd starts to jump up and down, as the song approaches its chorus, and ‘Izzy’ gains more and more confidence upon hearing her name chanted over and over again.

JayJay!

JayJay!

JayJay!

Wow, that felt so good to hear, as she felt as if her whole body was being energised from the repetition and adoration. Simultaneously, though, their body was still trying to resist the transfigurations that had just befallen it too - this particular dimension was not one she knew well, as its properties fought against the former fey dragon’s own powers. Alas, their abilities weren't enough to better Hollycorft, though mostly because she didn’t want to fight it - this place was amazing! She was popular… loved… everyone here had been waiting for her performance, and it was up to her to deliver that! Why would she want to fight against that?

She kicks over a box upon the stage, grabbing the microphone as she pours her heart and soul into the song. Her eyes have a fierce passion behind them, as one of her striped leggings gets torn up in the commotion. The crowd pipes down somewhat, shocked at this display of raw, almost feral vigour, as the fog machines activate, flooding the stage with artificial smoke.

Her horns retreat back fully into her skull, as golden piercings materialise into her new canine ears. Her hair grows past her shoulders, swishing back and forth as they dance and jive, whilst the lower end of her pink dungarees get shredded up, giving the werewolf a new radical appearance much more befitting of their brash, bold persona. They snarl, a new golden tooth sparkling in the stage lights, as the crowd gets hyped up once more. Their passionate display had riled them up, as some at the front of the crowd began to toss notes forth, raining down upon JayJay. It seemed as if her performance would both win the competition, and raise the most money at this point!

This was the life, she thinks to herself, her old one slipping away into the recesses of her subconscious, at least for now. Of course, she’d be back to her old self in time, though for now, they were JayJay through and through - the werewolf that brings the party. They sang their heart out, with their friends looking up at them, enamoured with their performance. They could really get used to this… and for the rest of the time they had in Hollycroft, they were sure that they’d make the summer of ‘86 a time to remember!