This is a mentorship RP, please post your opener here danio, and we will begin.

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Dane had a excruciatingly stressful day at work at the "cube office" which he like to call it. Not only doing menial work like a drone, the pay he gets is barely at minimal wage. He wonders why he bother working there and just quit.

"Maybe I should go on doing my own business...but how can I start off without barely any money to myself?"

Dane made it to the bus stop as he watches couples spending time together. Dane envied them, never being a relationship himself. As he sat down, he bumped his foot at something under the seat. He looked down and noticed that he bumped into a small bronze statue of a mermaid sitting on a rock. He picked it up and noticed how flawless it looked.

"It almost look so real. I wonder who would have drop it."

Before he knew it, The bus finally came taking him to his apartment. He made a deep sigh as he entered his abode. He took another look at the statue he picked.

"I suppose I could sell it at Ebay"

Dane set the statue down on the table and decided to make macaroni casserole for dinner.

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If life in the twenty-first century wasn’t the most boring thing Trephan had ever experienced, then there was a specifically poignant corner of Hell that he had yet to encounter… somewhere between the circle where there wasn’t an internet connection and the one where everyone took antipsychotic just in case… he shuddered. Ninth Circle for any insanity-inducing fairy, that one, and creeping closer to reality with every new ‘treatment’ that came about; oh, how he hated the medical advances of the modern age.

He sighed, invisible wings thrumming at his back as he stood on a street corner, pretending to wait for a bus. He didn’t lean against the back of the shelter; his wings wouldn’t like that, even if nobody could see and feel them but him, and chose instead to skulk inside his thick jacket and stare at the floor. There was gum stuck there. It was disgusting. He sighed. Humanity was disgusting too these days, with all of their sensibilities and rational thinking. Where was good old superstition when he needed it?!

He had left a little trinket under the seat at the shelter in the hopes of finding it; it was always the pretty little things that people liked to pick up, which helped him immensely. He had something positively wicked in mind, but it all hinged on- oh. Oh now that was just fantastic.

Trephan didn’t grin at the poor idiot who picked up his little idol, because that more than anything else would have given him away. It wouldn’t do to spoil his own fun now that he’d finally gotten a bite; this one looked entertaining. Aww, the little baby was even talking to himself! How quaint! Trephan loved the ones that talked to themselves; first sign of madness in an increasingly sane world!

It was all too easy to follow him home, though Trephan drew the line at getting on public transport with all its filth and ratty old ladies… for some reason, the older they were the more likely they were to figure him out. One of these days he was going to figure out how they did it, but dementia was three steps beyond a last resort; he preferred BSE.

His idol was placed on a table in view of the room, which was fantastic, because his new toy would be able to see it no matter where he decided to stand. Trephan made sure to have his little metal mermaid fan her tail a little while the boy’s back was turned. She stared at him with bronzed malice, hissing as her face transformed from something akin to angelic into a reptilian mask. This was going to be fun.

As Dane was waiting for his casserole to back in the oven, Dane decided to check out the statue again. For some reason, he is very attracted to the bronze angelic-looking mermaid. But when he returned, he was instead greeted with a very wicked reptilian face, replacing the beautiful face he saw before.

"Wha..What the heck...am..am I going crazy?"

Trephan smiled; his new toy was such a cutie, but very probably retarded. Not that such things were much of a problem, in fact he often had far more fun with the stupid ones. A genius was fantastic to drive around the bend, but such things were hard work and Trephan was feeling decidedly lazy. Maybe he was getting old…

“Yes, yes, you are going mad,” the fairy said to himself, gazing through the window in a manner that left him invisible to the inside eye. “And ‘what the heck’? Really, you sound like a five year old trying not to swear. Are you sure you’re safe to be working in the big wide world without an adult?”

The look on the boy’s face when he saw the idol really was a picture, in fact, Trephan snapped one with his camera (one of the few human gadgets that he could see the point in) before he stowed the device away again. He didn’t do anything else, of course, choosing instead to let the boy stew. Maybe he’d burn his dinner…

Dane shook his head, thinking that all the stress at work is messing with his mind. He grabbed the statue and put in in a cabinet.

"I really need a break before I lose it."

Dane quickly got back to his casserole before it burnt. He took it out of the oven and set it to cool.

"Phew, that was close."

BZZT!

Dane's cellphone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and sees the Caller ID.

{Samuel Calling}

"(groan) No, not him

Samuel was a jerk that always gives Dane a hard time at work. It was as if Samuel's daily schedule consists of taunting, bulling, and laughing at Dane any chance he gets. Dane was not not going to let Sam ruin his evening, so he does not pick it up.

Trephan sighed; his latest toy was not shaping up to his expectations at all. He was actually rather boring, this funny little man-child who ate- what even was that gunk? Trephan most certainly couldn’t be sure without tasting it, which he most certainly was NOT going to do in this lifetime. Despite being immune to most things that would fell a human, that dish looked toxic to all known life, rather than just the mortal kind. He wrinkled his nose when the offending item was put far too close to his beautiful face. This boy was just plain rude.

And he was ignoring calls, Trephan noticed, holding a sleeve to his mouth and nose to block out the worst of the smell… the look on his face suggested there was trouble in the air. Trephan did so very much enjoy a good spot of trouble now and again, though it was odd to think that someone so undesirable as to cause his little pet to pull such an ugly face was registered in said pet’s phone. Some people just didn’t know how to block a number, clearly. Not that it mattered; it actually worked in Treph’s favour.

His little idol wasn’t working at the moment, so he decided on another plan of action, one involving the monstrosity of a meal that had been so conveniently placed within his impish reach. Choices, choices… Trephan grinned, sprinkling a handful of mischief over the dish while the boy’s back was turned and vanishing into invisibility again. Laxatives were so very much fun.

Dane finally calmed down after blocking Sam's call. He sighed in relief that he can at least relax the rest of the evening. Though for some reason, he feels like he is constantly being watched. He shrugged the thought as he intents on relaxing tonight.

He took a cheap ceramic plate and took a slice of the now-cooled casserole. Dane sat at the table and started eating. He enjoyed the taste of the meat and macaroni baked in cheese.

"Mmm, man this meal never gets old. Nice for mom to give me the recipe."

Dane continued to eat his dinner. Halfway to his meal, he felt a strange feeling in his stomach. His stomach growled as if a bear was inside it. Dane held his stomach as he felt a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. "Ohhhh, Wha-what is happening?" Dane groaned. He was too lost in the experience to noticed that his ears are becoming pointy and his hair started to grow an inch.

It was almost a shame when the little nimrod realised that he could block out calls. Trephan made a mental note to appropriate that phone at a later date and make contact with this person, because really, the look on the boy’s face was priceless from just a phone call; a face-to-face encounter would be pure gold and ample fodder for his camera. Trephan’s picture collection was rather lacking of late, and it would be so nice to get a few choice shots of his latest success to put on the wall.

Kid looked jumpy though, which was a little worrying, but not to an extent that the fairy was going to withdraw; a little paranoia only ever hurt the people that felt it, Trephan enjoyed it, etcetera.

‘Why does he keep talking to himself?’ Trephan mused, watching the boy sit down with a plate of spiked- whatever it was. There was meat in there, and pasta, and- a shudder- cheese. Who mixed meat, pasta and cheese?! Disgusting! Really, the boy deserved everything he- …what was going on? That- was in no way right. It had been less than ten minutes and already a reaction? That was insanely fast, but not such a bad thing.

But then… the boy wasn’t reacting as expected, at all… there was something going on that Trephan couldn’t quite fathom at a moment’s notice, and he found himself caught watching in the manner that humans tended to watch particularly gory traffic accidents. They boy seemed… was he ENJOYING- no, there was no way- but then what was happening to his ears, his hair…? Trephan couldn’t take his eyes away.

Dane was moaning in half pain and half pleasure as his hair kept growing in length until the tip of the hair reached the middle of his back. The color of his hair also turned from pitch black to platinum blonde. Dane soon noticed it and touched his lengthened hair "Ahhh...My..my hair..."

Soon Dane's face now was ridden of any blemishes and scars he might have had and was strangely turning more petite and feminine. Dane's pointy ears were 6 inches long now and upright.

Dane's entire body now shivered as all his body hair vanished. His figure shrank as he now resemble more as a young woman rather than a man. His arms and legs were also smaller and thinner. "Nooo...stop..please" Dane spoke in a higher pitched and sweeter voice to whatever force is doing this to him.

Trephan stared. And stared. And stared. He couldn’t take his eyes away from what he was seeing despite wanting nothing more than to turn around and pretend it wasn’t happening. This wasn’t his magic, not by any stretch of the imagination, and what it was doing was… odd. Why on earth were the boy’s ears growing? Why was his… Trephan blinked, once, slowly, and swallowed. Apparently, his description of this being as a ‘boy’ had been somewhat… mistaken. He shuddered; that was just wrong on so many levels.

Not that Trephan hadn’t taken over a female form every now and again, but taking on a female form and turning into one and random were two completely different occurrences, and he knew by far which one he preferred. Inexplicable transexualism when introduced to fairy-grade laxatives… he could write a paper on that and present it to the Sprite, Troll and Fairy Union… it’d probably be a hit as well, given that it wasn’t supposed to happen.

This made absolutely no sense. At all, and Trephan HAD to know what had gone wrong with his magic (not that he believed for an instant that it WAS his magic that had caused the cockup). He fluttered up to stand on the window ledge, crouching to peer inside; he looked for all the world like an ordinary, good looking man. He grinned.

“Hey there; heard a shout. You okay?”

Dane was too lose in the sensual pleasure to hear anything. Dane could barely hear a tiny voice outside. The spontaneous transformation was still not done it seems.

Now, two bumps appear on his chest. Foe every time Dane breathed in, the bumps were growing and growing. Only when they become as big as watermelons that the now contently huge breasts finally stopped growing. His butt also grew and became more pear shaped. His skin became a golden tan, almost sparkling in the light.

Finally, Dane's "equipment" between his legs now shifted to the gender Dane's body now appeared to be, a female.

Dane panted now that the transformation was complete. Before he could utter another word, he fell on the floor unconscious.

Of all the many things that Trephan had envisaged upon starting this little mission of mischief, crouching on a windowsill looking down at a strangely proportioned woman, unconscious, that had previously been a man... well. That was most certainly not what he had imagined, to say the least. In fact, he didn’t even think it was possible for magic to go so horrifically wrong, especially when all he had been aiming for was a simple laxative... how he ever managed to mix up “diarrhoea” and “transsexual” was anybody’s guess, because Trephan had absolutely not idea.

He was actually a little concerned that there was something wrong with him, given the sheer enormity of his mistake, which would need to be looked into at the earliest convenience; it wouldn’t do for him to be coming down with something deadly... but first, it was most vital to find out just how badly he’d managed to mess up, which would involve waiting a little longer. Trephan was not a patient person, by any stretch of the imagination, but seeing as this was possibly a matter of his life and death...

With a sigh, he made himself invisible again and settled back to wait for the man- woman- thing- to wake up again. It couldn’t take all that long, could it?

Dane moaned as he, now she, gained consciousness. However his eyes were now in an emerald green color. She also seem to have a serious look on the beautiful face that she now had.

Dane: Hmph..It seems that my foolish human half must have consumed something of a magical origin....(sigh)..just when I wanted some rest.

Dane gracefully got up of the floor. She looked around the house noticing the macaroni casserole Dane was eating earlier.

"Uggh, How could that fool stand that vile meal?" Dane mumbled. Suddenly, Dane sensed a magical being close by. "I know someone is out there. Show yourself know now"

Talking to yourself was one thing, Trephan decided, but suddenly knowing that his invisible self was there? Not a chance in hell. He glowered, refusing to become visible because frankly, he didn’t believe that anyone could see him. He wouldn’t be revealing himself until he’d worked out just how badly he’d managed to cock up, no matter how hard and loud this little tranny screamed at him.

First and foremost, he needed to work out what sort of cock up he was dealing with... not an easy task when faced with random gender changes, long ears and talking to yourself... looked like some kink meme or fad gone wrong, but standing right in front of hm. Not a good feeling, he had to admit, and he was pretty sure that if he had had a manager, they’d be on his arse so fast that it’d light on fire. This- was rather bad for health and safety, not that fairies tended to have that. At least... he HOPED they hadn’t instated H&S while he’d been away spreading insanity in a particularly juicy rainforest village.

Trephan remained very quiet and very still, hoping that this thing would get bored and go away soon.

Dane, or rather Danita, decided to let go of her suspicions that she is watched as she look ridiculous talking. "Well now that I am out, might as well write on my journal" Danita thought. She went to a close-by framed picture, removed it from the wall, and opened a secret compartment on the wall, revealing a dusty brown journal, revealing that it has been a while since Danita has visited.

Danita grabbed the journal and sat down about to write down another entry, but not before reading an entry she has written previously.

September 3 2010,
Since my idiotic male self trashed my old journal somehow, I will have to rewrite down the..curse that has been afflicted on me in a new one. Indeed, I was born a male. But because I had a sorceress as a mother, some of her magical influences went to me. Whenever I have somehow eaten something magical, I turn into a girl. In this form, I have some bit of magical powers, but sadly it is only slightly higher than of a novice, not anywhere close to my mother. My poor male half does not know of his magical heritage or that he even has another half. The odd thing is that I don't hate my male half like my mother does, even though I am very superior than my silly male half. He is not so bad but he is just so simple compared to me. Hopefully, I can train my magical powers so that I can split myself from my male persona and into my own body. At least then we can talk and argue like good siblings should. I have to go now. I can feel my other self coming out. Perhaps the fool will eat a Star Bit soon.

Danita

Danita smiled at the entry, remembering it as the 5th time she had come out. Before reading another entry, she went to change into something fitting. She left the journal open and went to the bedroom.

It was far too easy for Trephan to nip through the window and take a look at the journal that had so conveniently been left open for him. Oh, some people really were very stupid, assuming that their houses were safe from infiltration. Any commoner could hop through the window, but clearly not with the same amount of poise as Trephan at his most sneaky. He took a peek, a wide grin spreading out across his invisible face. Oh, now this will be fantastic fun. And she gave so much away! Poor fool.

With a silent cackle, he hopped back outside again, made himself visible, and magicked up a uniform for himself. Parcel Force was always great fun to play as, because so many people were nosy enough to talk to them if there was the promise of an unknown gift at the end of it. He made sure to magic up a package as well, a nice, heavy looking one in a nondescript blue wrapper, as he headed towards the door.

He knocked, once, loudly, and hoped that this would be a new brand of entertainment for him. "Parcel Force!"

Danita heard the knocking at the door, as she or Dane did not expect anyone this late. Unfortunately, she did not find any female clothes, probably because Dane donated them off. "The poor guy must not have known how the female clothes got there to begin with" thought Danita. "I really feel sorry for my inferior male half sometimes"

She decided to wear a blue shirt and blue jeans. The shirt barely contained her breasts as it was not designed to be unisex. She walked to the door, swinging her hips seductively. She open the door, seeing the delivery man. "Yes, can I help you?" Danita said, putting her right hand on her hips. She was a bit suspicious of this man and for some reason feels familiar.

Trephan had been expecting her to answer the door, that much was a given, but opening the door half falling out of her top... he tried very hard not to shudder. True, he found women attractive, human woman- sometimes, but they were rarely as attractive as he was, and he wanted someone to at least be on a level with him before he was even remotely interested. This one was NOT, to say the least. He didn’t do pointy ears, and the idea that she didn’t even have a bra for those oversized breasts of hers... not classy. The hip-waving wasn’t all that flattering either, seeing as she clearly thought he’d be into that... gross.

Most women would be embarrassed when opening the door to a stranger while half way out of a top that clearly didn’t belong to them, but not her... Trephan reacted accordingly; looking decidedly embarrassed and rubbing his left ear. He held out the package to her. “Uh... yeah. Parcel Force. Sorry if you were- uh- busy upstairs or anything.” Naturally, his persona assumed that she had been in bed with a man at the time of his call.

Trephan tried not to grin at her, but it wasn’t an easy when he so clearly had the upper hand. He was tempted to tie her naked to a lamp-post just to prove a point, but maybe that was a thing for later on.