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Employee Training Video: Sarah’s Shenanigans
Here we have Sarah, a new employee for Past Present Future Costumes. It is her first day of on the job work, in the testing zone. She passed training with flying colors, but she doesn’t know that she did training for another sector. Sarah is about to learn the do’s and don’ts of the testing wing all on the job.
Sarah suits up in her special uniform, which stays on even after a transformation. It will just phase through to her new form. She ties her hair back, and heads into her work room. She uses her keycard to open the mechanical door, and she enters in.
She thinks that she is in transport and delivery, but she made a terrible mistake. For those who don’t know, the testing sector consists of trying on dozens of costumes to make sure that they are good for sale, while factoring out the ones that do all sorts of crazy things.
Sarah is strolling down the aisle of scattered, random costumes, trying to find her distinctly labeled batch. She is passing some of the other employees, who are about to start their day of adventures with all sorts of scenarios. She arrives at her pile, its the one with the cart we gave her just to mess with her head, and stares down at her workload.
Its just a pile of different colored cloths, all resembling different character, and species. Anyone can see that she is a bit on overload with these costumes, but she remembers that she has access to any of them to make life easier.
Sarah scans over the pile, and notices a horse costume, under a few others. A horse is just what she needs to haul the hundreds of costumes (or so she thinks) to somewhere else. She kneels over some of the costumes, and grabs the one over it, before flinging it out out of the way.
Don’t throw costumes. This triggers a revenge instinct of the given costume to become active.
Dragging the horse suit out of the pile, she felt something wrap around her leg. She jumped with a fright, and felt the more of her leg was being grabbed. She turned around and saw the costume that she flung into the cart had been absorbing her. She screamed, but that didn’t help at all, for the costume didn’t stop.
Her leg had been taken by the costume, and had now become a black, latex bird talon. The same soon came to her other leg. The latex still came over her like wax dripping down a candle. Over her torso, the latex turned white, and feathers sprouted like crazy. Her hands and arms were being consumed by the latex, and being left as wings for her to struggle with.
The latex reached her neck, and started to stretch it out beyond human proportions. The latex soon covered her face, and smothered everything. Her eyes were blinded temporarily, her ears were stuffed into her head, her mouth and nose were being merged together, and hardened into a beak. She tried to speak, but because it was a forced transformation, she could only do bird speech, in the tone of a swan like she was.
Sarah sighed, and she went to picking up the costumes and putting them into a cart. This time, she carefully picked them up, one by one, and laid them down in the cart. She was halfway done, when she decided to take a breather.
Never slack off. If caught, side effects will come
Sarah began to doze off, and actually fell asleep against her cart. Within minutes, she felt a painful pecking on the side of her head. She opened her eyes to see that a second head was pecking her awake. She grabbed it by the neck to stop it from pecking.
She went back to sleep, hand around the other head, but soon, she felt the pecking again, but this time, from the other side. Another head had grown from her shoulders, and now they were coming twice as hard.
She figured that it was just so she would get back to work, so she began picking up the costumes again, and putting them in her cart. The heads were trying to tell her to test them, but she was confused by the trick. She began to get really worried.
Tears began to build in her eyes, as the pecking continued, and gradually got worse. There was pain, and a headache was building, so she couldn’t get a moment of peace. She ran down the halls, to try to find someone on how to stop it
Don’t trust others. Here at PPF costumes, we hire anyone, and everyone, no matter their background. They may have some dirty trick up their sleeve, especially in testing.
Sarah the three headed swan ran down the aisle, trying to find someone who could help her. Everyone seemed occupied, using the costumes, and unwilling to help her. She grew more and more desperate, until finally she found someone willing to help.
She met up with a large gryphon, with a menacing grin across his beak. He was satisfied, because normally females refused to talk to him. Sarah begged him for aid, and ideas began to pop into his head. The gryphon convince her that his belt would help out. Taking his word for it, Sarah tied it around her waist.
Never accessorize. Costumes aren’t the only thing that affect someone here, anything we make does something.
The more serious costume testers are issued a belt that controls the wearer. It is supposed to be used for taming living costumes, but many have other things in mind . The gryphon flipped a remote that was in his pocket, and instantly Sarah, and her other two swan heads stiffened up.
The gryphon held a lusty look as he rummaged through her cart of costumes. He pulled out a lioness costume, and sized it up to the swan. He fitted it over her body, and in no time at all, she was transformed by it. She was still mentally dead, but that didn’t stop the gryphon’s moves on her.
He whispered into her brainwashed ear something seductive, and then he moved up to her. And for obvious reasons, this part will be edited out from the employee training video, but it doesn’t take a lot of imagination to figure it out. Here it is, back to regular footage.
The gryphon removed the belt from Sarah, with a satisfied grin on both of their faces. Sarah didn’t know why either of them were smiling, so she just gave the gryphon a friendly hug in thanks, and went on her way. The gryphon looked down at the belt again, and back to her
She was bored walking alone to her station, so she tried humming to herself. She enjoyed doing that to pass the time, and right now it was doing the trick. She seemed to be walking faster. She realized how catchy her tune actually was, and said it outloud to no one.
No talking to yourself. This will make you costume think that the wearing is trying to communicate with it.
Sarah suddenly found herself dancing uncontrollably, as if someone else was moving her. She was doing things that she knew she wasn’t able to do on her own, and let out a cry of pain, when she fell into the splits. She wasn’t happy, but she couldn’t stop smiling. She yelled out to no one to help her, and that triggered another activity for the costume.
The lioness costume flung itself off of her body, and lead her in a dance. Whether it was the tango, the macarena, or the hammer time dance, she was made to do it by her costume. She was exhausted, but her costume just made her keep going, until she cried out to stop. Then the costume fell to the floor, as a pile of cloth
Sarah, in need of a costume that didn’t want to kill her one way or another, picked out another costume from the cart. She dug into the cart, hoping to pull out something more peaceful, like a chipmunk or something. She reached down farther until something grabbed her arm.
Know that not all costumes are harmless when unworn.
She pulled her arm out, followed by a snake costume already attached to her arm. The black latex turned pink, as it progressed up her arms. She stumbled around a costume that thought for itself, and a smart one too. It spread to her legs, merging them together, but leaving her arms. It reshaped her face into a snakes.
A twenty foot long naga was standing where Sarah was. Though, it was still her, she hardly had control most of the time. On occasion, she was able to move the right arm, and blink, but that was about it. The rest of her body was under control of the snake.
The snake costume was a very narcissistic, and many sultry poses to herself. The costume stipped down Sarah and flashed her assets to onlookers, and other things. The snake was pleased with how her body was, but Sarah couldn’t be more disgusted. Both entities of the body had conflicting ideas for how to function.
Sarah knew something about herself that the snake didn’t. She regained control of her arm, and tickled herself underneath her thigh. The costume, being in control of that area, instantly was struck with a soothing relief, and she fell over, in a tranquil mood. Taking advantage of her idle stature, she grabbed another costume, and tossed it over herself.
Her snake costume ejected off her body because of the costume change physics, and landed a few feet away from her. The costume she grabbed turned her into a green dragon. A bit dizzy, she got to her feet, and looked back to her cart. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone else step on the snake costume, and be absorbed by it. Luckily for her, she didn’t make mistake number three again.
Sarah, the dragon, was now in full control of herself for once. She happily pushed her cart down the aisles, looking for a transport chute. Browsing tirelessly, she found one, and headed to it. She thought she did at least. It wasn’t labeled transport, but actually condemned. Curious to see what it was, she took a peek inside.
Could this be more obvious. Condemned can only mean one thing.
She looked inside, and her costume instantly flew off her body, and into the chute. She didn’t even think about closing it, and just stared inside. She saw her costume being warped and dyed, and malformed, but she did nothing but stare. Eventually, a spire of dark light shot out from the shoot, and filled into Sarah’s eyes.
The light was transforming her into a more grotesque version of her dragon costume. The green scales returned, but there were many differences. Six limbs, her mouth was divided into quadrants, six eyes, even a barbed tail. The only thing the same was her color, and her mind.
Sarah looked at herself in horror, thinking that she would rather be in that snake costume again. She spat fire an accident numerous times, sometimes lighting up a costume. She cried acidic tears, that burned holes in the floor. She didn’t know what to do.
The loudspeaker came on “Congratulations, Sarah, for surviving your first day of testing. The grand total of mistakes made for on the job is 7, just 3 away from the highest, held by none other than our manager. She is truly something to be proud of.” Sarah heard clapping coming from all around her.
Now Sarah was very confused, should she be happy of her accomplishment, sad because of her “accomplishment”, or depressed because of her body. Maybe it wasn’t all bad, maybe she could put on another costume, and it would be fine again.
She reached into her bin, and pulled out another costume. It was one of a cat, and orange cat for that matter. She put it on, taking off the other dragon costume, and in no time at all, she was a cat. Sarah was finally ready to be her own person again, and get back to doing work the right way.
She ran back to her station, ignoring her cart, to hopefully get on the right page in testing. Thats what she hoped to do, but she was going to have to get used to testing first. Once again, Sarah made a mistake.
Always examine for irregularities.
She didn’t notice that this one had a belt already built into it, but it wasn’t active. No one was around to switch it on, so it was fine for her, right. Wrong! The switch is right here, in the viewing room. And she is still in that costume, who wants to do the honors...
Here we have Sarah, a new employee for Past Present Future Costumes. It is her first day of on the job work, in the testing zone. She passed training with flying colors, but she doesn’t know that she did training for another sector. Sarah is about to learn the do’s and don’ts of the testing wing all on the job.
Sarah suits up in her special uniform, which stays on even after a transformation. It will just phase through to her new form. She ties her hair back, and heads into her work room. She uses her keycard to open the mechanical door, and she enters in.
She thinks that she is in transport and delivery, but she made a terrible mistake. For those who don’t know, the testing sector consists of trying on dozens of costumes to make sure that they are good for sale, while factoring out the ones that do all sorts of crazy things.
Sarah is strolling down the aisle of scattered, random costumes, trying to find her distinctly labeled batch. She is passing some of the other employees, who are about to start their day of adventures with all sorts of scenarios. She arrives at her pile, its the one with the cart we gave her just to mess with her head, and stares down at her workload.
Its just a pile of different colored cloths, all resembling different character, and species. Anyone can see that she is a bit on overload with these costumes, but she remembers that she has access to any of them to make life easier.
Sarah scans over the pile, and notices a horse costume, under a few others. A horse is just what she needs to haul the hundreds of costumes (or so she thinks) to somewhere else. She kneels over some of the costumes, and grabs the one over it, before flinging it out out of the way.
Don’t throw costumes. This triggers a revenge instinct of the given costume to become active.
Dragging the horse suit out of the pile, she felt something wrap around her leg. She jumped with a fright, and felt the more of her leg was being grabbed. She turned around and saw the costume that she flung into the cart had been absorbing her. She screamed, but that didn’t help at all, for the costume didn’t stop.
Her leg had been taken by the costume, and had now become a black, latex bird talon. The same soon came to her other leg. The latex still came over her like wax dripping down a candle. Over her torso, the latex turned white, and feathers sprouted like crazy. Her hands and arms were being consumed by the latex, and being left as wings for her to struggle with.
The latex reached her neck, and started to stretch it out beyond human proportions. The latex soon covered her face, and smothered everything. Her eyes were blinded temporarily, her ears were stuffed into her head, her mouth and nose were being merged together, and hardened into a beak. She tried to speak, but because it was a forced transformation, she could only do bird speech, in the tone of a swan like she was.
Sarah sighed, and she went to picking up the costumes and putting them into a cart. This time, she carefully picked them up, one by one, and laid them down in the cart. She was halfway done, when she decided to take a breather.
Never slack off. If caught, side effects will come
Sarah began to doze off, and actually fell asleep against her cart. Within minutes, she felt a painful pecking on the side of her head. She opened her eyes to see that a second head was pecking her awake. She grabbed it by the neck to stop it from pecking.
She went back to sleep, hand around the other head, but soon, she felt the pecking again, but this time, from the other side. Another head had grown from her shoulders, and now they were coming twice as hard.
She figured that it was just so she would get back to work, so she began picking up the costumes again, and putting them in her cart. The heads were trying to tell her to test them, but she was confused by the trick. She began to get really worried.
Tears began to build in her eyes, as the pecking continued, and gradually got worse. There was pain, and a headache was building, so she couldn’t get a moment of peace. She ran down the halls, to try to find someone on how to stop it
Don’t trust others. Here at PPF costumes, we hire anyone, and everyone, no matter their background. They may have some dirty trick up their sleeve, especially in testing.
Sarah the three headed swan ran down the aisle, trying to find someone who could help her. Everyone seemed occupied, using the costumes, and unwilling to help her. She grew more and more desperate, until finally she found someone willing to help.
She met up with a large gryphon, with a menacing grin across his beak. He was satisfied, because normally females refused to talk to him. Sarah begged him for aid, and ideas began to pop into his head. The gryphon convince her that his belt would help out. Taking his word for it, Sarah tied it around her waist.
Never accessorize. Costumes aren’t the only thing that affect someone here, anything we make does something.
The more serious costume testers are issued a belt that controls the wearer. It is supposed to be used for taming living costumes, but many have other things in mind . The gryphon flipped a remote that was in his pocket, and instantly Sarah, and her other two swan heads stiffened up.
The gryphon held a lusty look as he rummaged through her cart of costumes. He pulled out a lioness costume, and sized it up to the swan. He fitted it over her body, and in no time at all, she was transformed by it. She was still mentally dead, but that didn’t stop the gryphon’s moves on her.
He whispered into her brainwashed ear something seductive, and then he moved up to her. And for obvious reasons, this part will be edited out from the employee training video, but it doesn’t take a lot of imagination to figure it out. Here it is, back to regular footage.
The gryphon removed the belt from Sarah, with a satisfied grin on both of their faces. Sarah didn’t know why either of them were smiling, so she just gave the gryphon a friendly hug in thanks, and went on her way. The gryphon looked down at the belt again, and back to her
She was bored walking alone to her station, so she tried humming to herself. She enjoyed doing that to pass the time, and right now it was doing the trick. She seemed to be walking faster. She realized how catchy her tune actually was, and said it outloud to no one.
No talking to yourself. This will make you costume think that the wearing is trying to communicate with it.
Sarah suddenly found herself dancing uncontrollably, as if someone else was moving her. She was doing things that she knew she wasn’t able to do on her own, and let out a cry of pain, when she fell into the splits. She wasn’t happy, but she couldn’t stop smiling. She yelled out to no one to help her, and that triggered another activity for the costume.
The lioness costume flung itself off of her body, and lead her in a dance. Whether it was the tango, the macarena, or the hammer time dance, she was made to do it by her costume. She was exhausted, but her costume just made her keep going, until she cried out to stop. Then the costume fell to the floor, as a pile of cloth
Sarah, in need of a costume that didn’t want to kill her one way or another, picked out another costume from the cart. She dug into the cart, hoping to pull out something more peaceful, like a chipmunk or something. She reached down farther until something grabbed her arm.
Know that not all costumes are harmless when unworn.
She pulled her arm out, followed by a snake costume already attached to her arm. The black latex turned pink, as it progressed up her arms. She stumbled around a costume that thought for itself, and a smart one too. It spread to her legs, merging them together, but leaving her arms. It reshaped her face into a snakes.
A twenty foot long naga was standing where Sarah was. Though, it was still her, she hardly had control most of the time. On occasion, she was able to move the right arm, and blink, but that was about it. The rest of her body was under control of the snake.
The snake costume was a very narcissistic, and many sultry poses to herself. The costume stipped down Sarah and flashed her assets to onlookers, and other things. The snake was pleased with how her body was, but Sarah couldn’t be more disgusted. Both entities of the body had conflicting ideas for how to function.
Sarah knew something about herself that the snake didn’t. She regained control of her arm, and tickled herself underneath her thigh. The costume, being in control of that area, instantly was struck with a soothing relief, and she fell over, in a tranquil mood. Taking advantage of her idle stature, she grabbed another costume, and tossed it over herself.
Her snake costume ejected off her body because of the costume change physics, and landed a few feet away from her. The costume she grabbed turned her into a green dragon. A bit dizzy, she got to her feet, and looked back to her cart. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone else step on the snake costume, and be absorbed by it. Luckily for her, she didn’t make mistake number three again.
Sarah, the dragon, was now in full control of herself for once. She happily pushed her cart down the aisles, looking for a transport chute. Browsing tirelessly, she found one, and headed to it. She thought she did at least. It wasn’t labeled transport, but actually condemned. Curious to see what it was, she took a peek inside.
Could this be more obvious. Condemned can only mean one thing.
She looked inside, and her costume instantly flew off her body, and into the chute. She didn’t even think about closing it, and just stared inside. She saw her costume being warped and dyed, and malformed, but she did nothing but stare. Eventually, a spire of dark light shot out from the shoot, and filled into Sarah’s eyes.
The light was transforming her into a more grotesque version of her dragon costume. The green scales returned, but there were many differences. Six limbs, her mouth was divided into quadrants, six eyes, even a barbed tail. The only thing the same was her color, and her mind.
Sarah looked at herself in horror, thinking that she would rather be in that snake costume again. She spat fire an accident numerous times, sometimes lighting up a costume. She cried acidic tears, that burned holes in the floor. She didn’t know what to do.
The loudspeaker came on “Congratulations, Sarah, for surviving your first day of testing. The grand total of mistakes made for on the job is 7, just 3 away from the highest, held by none other than our manager. She is truly something to be proud of.” Sarah heard clapping coming from all around her.
Now Sarah was very confused, should she be happy of her accomplishment, sad because of her “accomplishment”, or depressed because of her body. Maybe it wasn’t all bad, maybe she could put on another costume, and it would be fine again.
She reached into her bin, and pulled out another costume. It was one of a cat, and orange cat for that matter. She put it on, taking off the other dragon costume, and in no time at all, she was a cat. Sarah was finally ready to be her own person again, and get back to doing work the right way.
She ran back to her station, ignoring her cart, to hopefully get on the right page in testing. Thats what she hoped to do, but she was going to have to get used to testing first. Once again, Sarah made a mistake.
Always examine for irregularities.
She didn’t notice that this one had a belt already built into it, but it wasn’t active. No one was around to switch it on, so it was fine for her, right. Wrong! The switch is right here, in the viewing room. And she is still in that costume, who wants to do the honors...
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