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TheSphinxune!
The Renamon Makeover
(By NotKitty | Human -> Renamon Plush | SFW)
If Steven could explode, he’d take the whole shop, and everything in it, down with him. It would be his final screw you to the world, a last dying act of vengeance for robbing him of his sanity for a measly 8 dollars an hour.
“Hello, sir.”
“Have a nice day.”
“No, we don’t sell clothes in that size.”
“That phone number’s not in our system.”
“Yes, it means you haven’t been earning points on any of your purchases.”
“Ma’am, we don’t have it in that size!”
“The ones on the top are the exact same as the ones on the bottom.”
“I can sign you up now, if you want.”
“Cleanup on aisle five, someone’s dog had an accident!”
“Ma’am, I said please don’t climb the shelves! We don’t have it in that size!”
“No, sorry, we ran out of that an hour ago. They go pretty fast. Try our other location? Oh, you did? Well…”
“I’m sorry, but for the last time, we don’t put retroactive purchases into our system.”
“Well, you can sue all you want, it won’t change our decision.”
“Yeah, I’ll get the manager. Wait here.”
“Ma’am, you’re endangering yourself!”
“I will have my gold-plated tubby doll if it’s the last thing I do!!”
“They’re not gold-plated!”
CRASH
“Steven! What is the meaning of this?!”
“Sir, I—”
“He is not helping me get my item!”
“But—”
“Stop. I don’t want to hear it. Just get a mop and clean this up.”
After being written up and spending an hour mopping up broken glass, spilled clothes, and a mannequin that had been twisted so out of shape its leg had punched through its chest, Steven left work in low spirits. He slung his bag over his back, heading away from the store and beginning the walk home. At least he could leave early today…
As he walked down the buildings, vacantly staring at the now-familiar stores, one caught his eye that he hadn’t seen before. It had a colorful, purple façade, the inside darkly lit. The shop didn’t even have a name, which Steven found strange. He stopped to look at it, studying the inside. A sign captured his eye:
Salon
Rest!
Relaxation!
Wash away the layers of stress and become who you really are!
Salons weren’t Steven’s usual venue of choice. But given how bad of a day it had been, and… he looked around, suppressing a blush. It was late in the day, and the shops were all starting to close up. There were few people around, and they weren’t focusing on him.
Well, if he was quick…
Carefully walking towards the shop, Steven looked both ways, then slipped in the door.
The inside of the shop was somehow much roomier than the outside made it look. There were purple and yellow fixings all over the wall, along with shelves and shelves of what looked like… plushes? Toys? Steven was confused. He walked over, looking at them. He thought this was a salon…
Still, he browsed. There was something about the toys that seemed almost lifelike. They were more detailed than any plush he’d ever seen, almost like they’d jump off the shelf if he touched them. They even sparkled. There were plushes of every variety, mostly licensed characters, from generic cats and dogs, to Pikachu, to some Undertale characters, to…
Steven stopped at one of the middle shelves, looking at one plush that caught his eye: Renamon. The popular character sat on the shelf in front of him, at exactly the right height to catch his eye. Steven stood there, admiring it for a second. He’d never thought much about Digimon, or anything on this shelf, for that matter, but something about it captivated him. It just… felt right. He didn’t know how to explain the feeling, but it was like there was a need inside him, a longing for something that Renamon had. He didn’t know if he just wanted the plush on his desk at home, or if he wanted to… be the plush. Embody its style and grace, become the character.
Become the character? What a weird thought. Steven shook it out of his head, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning away. It was probably out of his price range, but hey, it was worth asking about.
“Hey! Can I help you?”
The cheerful voice made Steven spin around, coming face to face with a salesperson. She smiled, realizing she had caught him off-guard.
“Uh, yeah,” Steven said, left stumbling for words. He pointed to the renamon plush. “How much is—”
“For you?” the clerk said, sizing him up. “Free!”
“Wait, really?” Steven asked, surprised. “I can still pay you, I don’t want to just take your—”
“Nonsense!” the clerk laughed, pulling him along by the hand. Her strength was surprising, Steven being pulled along deeper into the shop. She led him away from the shelves and past the sales counter, into a well-furnished back room. “First time visitors are always free of charge!”
“First… time…” did they mean the spa? “Hold on,” Steven said. “I just wanted to buy the—”
“Shh!” the ‘clerk’ said, sitting him down in a spa chair. “Talking will interrupt the process!”
Before Steven could protest, a large sheet was drawn over him, pinning him to the chair.
“Now, let’s see…” the woman hmm’d, pulling out a pair of hair scissors and thinking. She tousled his hair, which was admittedly very long and unkempt. Steven’s hair was never his pride point, more of an embarrassment for him really. He didn’t know how to keep it neat, but didn’t want to go too far in case he started getting clocked as too feminine. As a result, it lay on his head in tangled knots, but he couldn’t bring himself to give up and cut it short. He was coping by adopting the punk rocker hairdo, 30 years out of date.
But when the woman dove in with her scissors, snipping out odds and ends, the texture of his ratty, unkempt hair started to… change. Steven watched, eyes widening as locks of his hair fell to the ground, but despite that, his hair wasn’t getting any shorter. In fact, it even looked longer? It sure felt longer. He could feel his hair growing out, starting to tumble down from his head as it fell past his ears, reaching his shoulders, and even going a little beyond that. The color started to lighten from a dark, muddy brown—half his natural color, half grime—to a honey blonde, tinged at the end with a pink hue.
As the last of his natural locks fell to the sheet over him, Steven looked down at them, comparing them to his… new hair. His new, long, silky hair. The old, brown locks sat in front of him, tangled and grimy. Now that he could see it in front of him, not just in a mirror, it made him shiver with disgust. How had he lived with that for so long?
But… more importantly, reason and fear were starting to creep back in. That was his old hair, all his old hair, lying right in front of him! How had he grown new hair, and hair unlike his own?! His hands escaped the sheet, wiggling out from underneath and feeling it with shock. He pulled and felt the tug. It wasn’t a wig, or a trick of the light, it was his real hair. What was this magic?!
“What did you do?” he asked, turning around with wide eyes to stare at the store clerk, though he was starting to think she wasn’t what she appeared to be anymore. “What happened to my hair?!”
“Oh, silly,” the woman laughed it off. “That is your hair! It was just hiding under all those messy locks!”
“But I can’t go out like this,” Steven said. “It’s girl’s hair! People are going to call me…”
“Is that so bad?” the woman asked.
“What?” the question was so out of left field it made Steven stop to think about what he’d just heard. “Yes, of course it’s bad! How can I live as myself like this?!”
“Do you like living as yourself?”
There it was, another question so out of left field he had to stop to think about it. He stammered for a second, before answering. “Well, no, but I can’t just go out like this! People will—”
“If the only thing stopping you is what other people think, then why not try it out?” the woman started to shampoo his hair, rubbing the suds in without Steven asking. “Think of it this way: you can try for a fresh start! No-one needs to know aaanything about the old you. And if you don’t like it, you can always switch back…”
Steven was trying to think of some excuse for getting out of this as she rubbed the suds deeper into his hair. He wasn’t going out with girl hair like this, at least not while he was still recognizable as Steven. But the more he thought about it, the more her points made sense: if no-one would know it was him, then… why not try it out? The worst thing that could happen was that he didn’t like it.
“You can change me back?” he asked. “If I don’t like it?”
“Of course~” the woman hummed, wringing the shampoo into his curls at the bottom.
“Then…” the last of Steven’s barriers had been broken down: now there was only the leap of faith. “Alright. Do your worst.”
“Sit back~” the woman sang, pushing him by the shoulders back into the chair. “Now that we’re done with your hair, it’s time for the real makeover!”
Taking out a comb and several other instruments, she began to dab at his skin, his face, every part of his head and shoulders. The sheet was whipped off, revealing that he had been stripped down to his undergarments! Steven blushed, but the woman didn’t seem to take notice, dabbing away at his chest and shoulders while sweeping the comb over his hair. Steven started to feel weird, shifting in the chair as she worked. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but the sensations were starting to feel weird, his ears tingling and feeling fuzzy as they felt more wiggleable. Suddenly, he could move them around, felt the comb brushing over them and down his neck and back. Though he knew he shouldn’t have hair there, it felt strangely… relaxing.
It wasn’t until Steven looked down at his chest that he realized what was happening: his skin was becoming enveloped by yellow and white fur! Everywhere the woman dabbed, the fur quickly followed, sprouting out of his skin until he couldn’t see anything but fur. When he saw it, Steven let out a yelp, jumping up in the seat. His voice was higher-pitched, a higher sound than he could usually make. That made his ears flop down, the full extent of his changes registering with him.
“Caaaalm down,” the woman said soothingly, petting his back ears as she worked on his arms. “It’s all part of the process.”
While Steven wanted to shriek and run away, something about the process was calming. It made him want to stay, sit back, close his eyes, and enjoy the sensations as they swept over his arms and down his stomach. He flexed his fingers as her brush swept over them, the woman painting his old body away and replacing it with something he knew was better. He felt his hands start to change, his fingers merging together and growing thicker, claws sprouting from the middle as they were enveloped in the silky fur that covered most of his upper half.
His lower half soon met the same fate, Steven groaning and shifting a bit as his legs painlessly cracked, changing structure as they were massaged into their new place by the woman’s deft hands. He felt his feet becoming lighter, starting to grow longer as the heel cracked into another joint, large black claws sprouting out of his toes as they became large just like his hands.
As the painless, funny-feeling transformation continued, Steven felt his body starting to shift in subtle ways too. He could feel his center of balance changing, his form becoming lighter and thinner as he started to look less and less bulky and more and more feminine. As a tail started to sprout from his back, he could feel the structure of his face shifting too, his head starting to lengthen into a vulpine snout, growing sharper and longer. The fur grew thicker around his chest, becoming a ruff of mane fur as thick fur sprouted out the back of his shoulders and his ears lengthened to their full height, turning long and flexible.
As it ended, he could feel the woman backing off, motioning with her hand for him to rise. Steven sat up and opened his… no, her eyes, looking down at her new body.
It almost didn’t seem real. It made her dizzy just looking at herself. If she wasn’t seeing it right in front of her, she straight up wouldn’t have believed it. Even now, it was hard to tell if it was reality, or just a dream. Her body wasn’t a human’s, or male any longer. Instead, she had a smaller, dainty body, covered with plush yellow fur and large, bulky paws. Her sharper nose and eyes told her everything about the room around her, her ears flicking towards any nearby sound.
As she rose off the bed, inspecting herself, she stumbled a bit, finding her new sense of balance on her strange paws. The woman caught her, helping her to her feet. While she had been shorter than Steven just ten minutes ago, now they were about the same height.
“Well?” the woman asked, helping Steven along to a mirror. “What do you think?”
Steven looked at the mirror, blushing as she saw herself reflected back for the first time. No-one in their right mind would mistake her for Steven, or even for human – instead, there was a cute-looking Renamon girl in the mirror, with large pink eyes and strawberry blonde hair.
It was everything Steven didn’t know she wished she could be. She blushed profusely, covering her face with her paws in embarrassment.
“Seeing that look never gets old,” the woman said, making Steven’s ears prick up. The Renamon looked her way questioningly.
“What do you mean?” she asked, surprising herself with how soft and dainty her voice sounded. Nothing like her older, harsh and gruff tones.
The woman smiled. “Seeing satisfied customers discover who they really are for the first time.”
A line that had at first sounded sinister to Steven suddenly sounded like the most heartwarming thing in the world.
“You didn’t even ask for pay…” she said, mushing her paws together.
“Oh, that reminds me!” the woman said, rushing over towards a box in the back. “We’re not done yet.”
She lugged the box over, pulling out a flower and sticking it in Steven’s hair. “That’s for your hair, and theeeese…”
Out of the box came two large, purple gloves, which looked tailored to Steven’s new Renamon arms. She took them in her paws, inspecting them before she slipped them on. Looking in the mirror, the look was complete: from head to toe, she looked just like a Renamon. No… just like the Renamon plush on the shelf.
“There’s one more thing,” the woman said.
“What’s that?” Steven asked.
“What do you want to be called, sweetie?”
“Called?” Steven’s ears went down.
“No need to change, of course,” said the woman. “But I find most of my customers want a change of name to go along with their new look.”
Well… Steven had never truly liked his name. He took a second to think, sitting back on the chair.
“I think… I want to be called…”
---
No-one ever did trace Renamon back to Steven. In fact, it was almost like Steven never existed. Her name had changed on all her documentation, and even her ID stated she was a Renamon, a female, born that way at birth, and that was how it had always been.
The woman hadn’t asked for pay, and she didn’t accept any even when Renamon tried to pay her. For her, helping someone along in life was enough, and she promised that if Renamon didn’t like the changes, she would reverse it – for free.
But Renamon couldn’t bring herself to go back. Sure, things were a little different now that she wasn’t a big, hulking guy, but she never wanted to go back to that again. Days passed, then weeks, and even when a month had gone by, she realized that she didn’t want to reverse it. In fact, she was dreading it.
Not long after, the store fired Renamon, after that crazy lady came back and busted another mannequin. It wasn’t long after that she got a job at that old, purple store which only seemed to appear to a few certain customers in need. The days were quiet, a nice change of pace. Renamon was sweeping the floor when the door opened, an unhappy-looking girl coming in and looking at all the plushes. She stopped at the case containing a burly, masculine Charizard, staring at it almost like she was transfixed. With a knowing smile, Renamon took the opportunity to step forward.
“Hey there~!”
TheSphinxune!The Renamon Makeover
(By NotKitty | Human -> Renamon Plush | SFW)
If Steven could explode, he’d take the whole shop, and everything in it, down with him. It would be his final screw you to the world, a last dying act of vengeance for robbing him of his sanity for a measly 8 dollars an hour.
“Hello, sir.”
“Have a nice day.”
“No, we don’t sell clothes in that size.”
“That phone number’s not in our system.”
“Yes, it means you haven’t been earning points on any of your purchases.”
“Ma’am, we don’t have it in that size!”
“The ones on the top are the exact same as the ones on the bottom.”
“I can sign you up now, if you want.”
“Cleanup on aisle five, someone’s dog had an accident!”
“Ma’am, I said please don’t climb the shelves! We don’t have it in that size!”
“No, sorry, we ran out of that an hour ago. They go pretty fast. Try our other location? Oh, you did? Well…”
“I’m sorry, but for the last time, we don’t put retroactive purchases into our system.”
“Well, you can sue all you want, it won’t change our decision.”
“Yeah, I’ll get the manager. Wait here.”
“Ma’am, you’re endangering yourself!”
“I will have my gold-plated tubby doll if it’s the last thing I do!!”
“They’re not gold-plated!”
CRASH
“Steven! What is the meaning of this?!”
“Sir, I—”
“He is not helping me get my item!”
“But—”
“Stop. I don’t want to hear it. Just get a mop and clean this up.”
After being written up and spending an hour mopping up broken glass, spilled clothes, and a mannequin that had been twisted so out of shape its leg had punched through its chest, Steven left work in low spirits. He slung his bag over his back, heading away from the store and beginning the walk home. At least he could leave early today…
As he walked down the buildings, vacantly staring at the now-familiar stores, one caught his eye that he hadn’t seen before. It had a colorful, purple façade, the inside darkly lit. The shop didn’t even have a name, which Steven found strange. He stopped to look at it, studying the inside. A sign captured his eye:
Salon
Rest!
Relaxation!
Wash away the layers of stress and become who you really are!
Salons weren’t Steven’s usual venue of choice. But given how bad of a day it had been, and… he looked around, suppressing a blush. It was late in the day, and the shops were all starting to close up. There were few people around, and they weren’t focusing on him.
Well, if he was quick…
Carefully walking towards the shop, Steven looked both ways, then slipped in the door.
The inside of the shop was somehow much roomier than the outside made it look. There were purple and yellow fixings all over the wall, along with shelves and shelves of what looked like… plushes? Toys? Steven was confused. He walked over, looking at them. He thought this was a salon…
Still, he browsed. There was something about the toys that seemed almost lifelike. They were more detailed than any plush he’d ever seen, almost like they’d jump off the shelf if he touched them. They even sparkled. There were plushes of every variety, mostly licensed characters, from generic cats and dogs, to Pikachu, to some Undertale characters, to…
Steven stopped at one of the middle shelves, looking at one plush that caught his eye: Renamon. The popular character sat on the shelf in front of him, at exactly the right height to catch his eye. Steven stood there, admiring it for a second. He’d never thought much about Digimon, or anything on this shelf, for that matter, but something about it captivated him. It just… felt right. He didn’t know how to explain the feeling, but it was like there was a need inside him, a longing for something that Renamon had. He didn’t know if he just wanted the plush on his desk at home, or if he wanted to… be the plush. Embody its style and grace, become the character.
Become the character? What a weird thought. Steven shook it out of his head, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning away. It was probably out of his price range, but hey, it was worth asking about.
“Hey! Can I help you?”
The cheerful voice made Steven spin around, coming face to face with a salesperson. She smiled, realizing she had caught him off-guard.
“Uh, yeah,” Steven said, left stumbling for words. He pointed to the renamon plush. “How much is—”
“For you?” the clerk said, sizing him up. “Free!”
“Wait, really?” Steven asked, surprised. “I can still pay you, I don’t want to just take your—”
“Nonsense!” the clerk laughed, pulling him along by the hand. Her strength was surprising, Steven being pulled along deeper into the shop. She led him away from the shelves and past the sales counter, into a well-furnished back room. “First time visitors are always free of charge!”
“First… time…” did they mean the spa? “Hold on,” Steven said. “I just wanted to buy the—”
“Shh!” the ‘clerk’ said, sitting him down in a spa chair. “Talking will interrupt the process!”
Before Steven could protest, a large sheet was drawn over him, pinning him to the chair.
“Now, let’s see…” the woman hmm’d, pulling out a pair of hair scissors and thinking. She tousled his hair, which was admittedly very long and unkempt. Steven’s hair was never his pride point, more of an embarrassment for him really. He didn’t know how to keep it neat, but didn’t want to go too far in case he started getting clocked as too feminine. As a result, it lay on his head in tangled knots, but he couldn’t bring himself to give up and cut it short. He was coping by adopting the punk rocker hairdo, 30 years out of date.
But when the woman dove in with her scissors, snipping out odds and ends, the texture of his ratty, unkempt hair started to… change. Steven watched, eyes widening as locks of his hair fell to the ground, but despite that, his hair wasn’t getting any shorter. In fact, it even looked longer? It sure felt longer. He could feel his hair growing out, starting to tumble down from his head as it fell past his ears, reaching his shoulders, and even going a little beyond that. The color started to lighten from a dark, muddy brown—half his natural color, half grime—to a honey blonde, tinged at the end with a pink hue.
As the last of his natural locks fell to the sheet over him, Steven looked down at them, comparing them to his… new hair. His new, long, silky hair. The old, brown locks sat in front of him, tangled and grimy. Now that he could see it in front of him, not just in a mirror, it made him shiver with disgust. How had he lived with that for so long?
But… more importantly, reason and fear were starting to creep back in. That was his old hair, all his old hair, lying right in front of him! How had he grown new hair, and hair unlike his own?! His hands escaped the sheet, wiggling out from underneath and feeling it with shock. He pulled and felt the tug. It wasn’t a wig, or a trick of the light, it was his real hair. What was this magic?!
“What did you do?” he asked, turning around with wide eyes to stare at the store clerk, though he was starting to think she wasn’t what she appeared to be anymore. “What happened to my hair?!”
“Oh, silly,” the woman laughed it off. “That is your hair! It was just hiding under all those messy locks!”
“But I can’t go out like this,” Steven said. “It’s girl’s hair! People are going to call me…”
“Is that so bad?” the woman asked.
“What?” the question was so out of left field it made Steven stop to think about what he’d just heard. “Yes, of course it’s bad! How can I live as myself like this?!”
“Do you like living as yourself?”
There it was, another question so out of left field he had to stop to think about it. He stammered for a second, before answering. “Well, no, but I can’t just go out like this! People will—”
“If the only thing stopping you is what other people think, then why not try it out?” the woman started to shampoo his hair, rubbing the suds in without Steven asking. “Think of it this way: you can try for a fresh start! No-one needs to know aaanything about the old you. And if you don’t like it, you can always switch back…”
Steven was trying to think of some excuse for getting out of this as she rubbed the suds deeper into his hair. He wasn’t going out with girl hair like this, at least not while he was still recognizable as Steven. But the more he thought about it, the more her points made sense: if no-one would know it was him, then… why not try it out? The worst thing that could happen was that he didn’t like it.
“You can change me back?” he asked. “If I don’t like it?”
“Of course~” the woman hummed, wringing the shampoo into his curls at the bottom.
“Then…” the last of Steven’s barriers had been broken down: now there was only the leap of faith. “Alright. Do your worst.”
“Sit back~” the woman sang, pushing him by the shoulders back into the chair. “Now that we’re done with your hair, it’s time for the real makeover!”
Taking out a comb and several other instruments, she began to dab at his skin, his face, every part of his head and shoulders. The sheet was whipped off, revealing that he had been stripped down to his undergarments! Steven blushed, but the woman didn’t seem to take notice, dabbing away at his chest and shoulders while sweeping the comb over his hair. Steven started to feel weird, shifting in the chair as she worked. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but the sensations were starting to feel weird, his ears tingling and feeling fuzzy as they felt more wiggleable. Suddenly, he could move them around, felt the comb brushing over them and down his neck and back. Though he knew he shouldn’t have hair there, it felt strangely… relaxing.
It wasn’t until Steven looked down at his chest that he realized what was happening: his skin was becoming enveloped by yellow and white fur! Everywhere the woman dabbed, the fur quickly followed, sprouting out of his skin until he couldn’t see anything but fur. When he saw it, Steven let out a yelp, jumping up in the seat. His voice was higher-pitched, a higher sound than he could usually make. That made his ears flop down, the full extent of his changes registering with him.
“Caaaalm down,” the woman said soothingly, petting his back ears as she worked on his arms. “It’s all part of the process.”
While Steven wanted to shriek and run away, something about the process was calming. It made him want to stay, sit back, close his eyes, and enjoy the sensations as they swept over his arms and down his stomach. He flexed his fingers as her brush swept over them, the woman painting his old body away and replacing it with something he knew was better. He felt his hands start to change, his fingers merging together and growing thicker, claws sprouting from the middle as they were enveloped in the silky fur that covered most of his upper half.
His lower half soon met the same fate, Steven groaning and shifting a bit as his legs painlessly cracked, changing structure as they were massaged into their new place by the woman’s deft hands. He felt his feet becoming lighter, starting to grow longer as the heel cracked into another joint, large black claws sprouting out of his toes as they became large just like his hands.
As the painless, funny-feeling transformation continued, Steven felt his body starting to shift in subtle ways too. He could feel his center of balance changing, his form becoming lighter and thinner as he started to look less and less bulky and more and more feminine. As a tail started to sprout from his back, he could feel the structure of his face shifting too, his head starting to lengthen into a vulpine snout, growing sharper and longer. The fur grew thicker around his chest, becoming a ruff of mane fur as thick fur sprouted out the back of his shoulders and his ears lengthened to their full height, turning long and flexible.
As it ended, he could feel the woman backing off, motioning with her hand for him to rise. Steven sat up and opened his… no, her eyes, looking down at her new body.
It almost didn’t seem real. It made her dizzy just looking at herself. If she wasn’t seeing it right in front of her, she straight up wouldn’t have believed it. Even now, it was hard to tell if it was reality, or just a dream. Her body wasn’t a human’s, or male any longer. Instead, she had a smaller, dainty body, covered with plush yellow fur and large, bulky paws. Her sharper nose and eyes told her everything about the room around her, her ears flicking towards any nearby sound.
As she rose off the bed, inspecting herself, she stumbled a bit, finding her new sense of balance on her strange paws. The woman caught her, helping her to her feet. While she had been shorter than Steven just ten minutes ago, now they were about the same height.
“Well?” the woman asked, helping Steven along to a mirror. “What do you think?”
Steven looked at the mirror, blushing as she saw herself reflected back for the first time. No-one in their right mind would mistake her for Steven, or even for human – instead, there was a cute-looking Renamon girl in the mirror, with large pink eyes and strawberry blonde hair.
It was everything Steven didn’t know she wished she could be. She blushed profusely, covering her face with her paws in embarrassment.
“Seeing that look never gets old,” the woman said, making Steven’s ears prick up. The Renamon looked her way questioningly.
“What do you mean?” she asked, surprising herself with how soft and dainty her voice sounded. Nothing like her older, harsh and gruff tones.
The woman smiled. “Seeing satisfied customers discover who they really are for the first time.”
A line that had at first sounded sinister to Steven suddenly sounded like the most heartwarming thing in the world.
“You didn’t even ask for pay…” she said, mushing her paws together.
“Oh, that reminds me!” the woman said, rushing over towards a box in the back. “We’re not done yet.”
She lugged the box over, pulling out a flower and sticking it in Steven’s hair. “That’s for your hair, and theeeese…”
Out of the box came two large, purple gloves, which looked tailored to Steven’s new Renamon arms. She took them in her paws, inspecting them before she slipped them on. Looking in the mirror, the look was complete: from head to toe, she looked just like a Renamon. No… just like the Renamon plush on the shelf.
“There’s one more thing,” the woman said.
“What’s that?” Steven asked.
“What do you want to be called, sweetie?”
“Called?” Steven’s ears went down.
“No need to change, of course,” said the woman. “But I find most of my customers want a change of name to go along with their new look.”
Well… Steven had never truly liked his name. He took a second to think, sitting back on the chair.
“I think… I want to be called…”
---
No-one ever did trace Renamon back to Steven. In fact, it was almost like Steven never existed. Her name had changed on all her documentation, and even her ID stated she was a Renamon, a female, born that way at birth, and that was how it had always been.
The woman hadn’t asked for pay, and she didn’t accept any even when Renamon tried to pay her. For her, helping someone along in life was enough, and she promised that if Renamon didn’t like the changes, she would reverse it – for free.
But Renamon couldn’t bring herself to go back. Sure, things were a little different now that she wasn’t a big, hulking guy, but she never wanted to go back to that again. Days passed, then weeks, and even when a month had gone by, she realized that she didn’t want to reverse it. In fact, she was dreading it.
Not long after, the store fired Renamon, after that crazy lady came back and busted another mannequin. It wasn’t long after that she got a job at that old, purple store which only seemed to appear to a few certain customers in need. The days were quiet, a nice change of pace. Renamon was sweeping the floor when the door opened, an unhappy-looking girl coming in and looking at all the plushes. She stopped at the case containing a burly, masculine Charizard, staring at it almost like she was transfixed. With a knowing smile, Renamon took the opportunity to step forward.
“Hey there~!”
Category Story / Transformation
Species Pokemon
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 109.7 kB
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