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I whined and Xavier nodded. “Go ahead and change” he said. I walked to where I had left my clothing and he turned his back to me as I willed the change to come on. Changing forms never hurt really, it was uncomfortable but not painful; however, since the bond it had become a fluid transformation like moving through water. I felt no discomfort as my paws turned into hands, my fur retracted, and I stood upright. Once fully transformed I gasped, the pain in my chest becoming more acute; more intolerable. It burned, like fire had been placed on my chest, and my body ached in ways I had never felt. Struggling to get dressed I panted.

Per usual, sober-me had to deal with the consequences of drunk-me's choices. . . . Chrysalis. That was the word I repeated to myself whenever I felt like giving up... Whenever it felt like the world was kicking my ass (extra hard), leaving me black and blue, I solaced myself with the idea that I was in the midst of a painful transformative period. Like a caterpillar undergoing metamorphosis, molting over and over during its journey to become a colorful butterfly. Earlier today, I must've inwardly said the word upwards of a hundred times. My silent response to every demeaning remark that I'd heard while I was on set.

"I want to show you who you really are." Suddenly, the room around me began to distort and blur, like a painting melting in the rain. I stumbled, disoriented, as the voice in my head grew louder, more insistent. "Look at yourself, Adrian," it said. "Look at what you've become." I raised my hands, staring at them in horror as they began to change, to morph into something else. My fingers shortened, my nails lengthened, and my skin itched and burned as it transformed into a thick, gray fur.

(Oh he already recorded the video and leave a voice message and all that happens to him before he underwent the transformation which you should know if you have read the original fanfic which i linked from the note from the Prologue) He went and try to read some books only to find out he can memorize each book just from reading it once, 'Wow guess I have Eidetic memory now from that transformation' so he started absorbing every book he can find like a sponge and when he's out of the book he started googling stuff he would like to know and after a while he stopped because he thinks he already has the knowledge he needs, after a while, there's a flash of light and his package he ordered is her

As she walked out of the hotel lobby, she glanced around cautiously before heading down the street. After ensuring she was alone, she made her way to the nearest dilapidated building. As the moon's silver light spilled over her, her skin tingled with an unsettling sensation. With a deep, guttural growl, she moved to the edge of the building, her muscles contorting and bones shifting as an otherworldly force coursed through her. The metamorphosis surged through her, an overwhelming and almost surreal ordeal she could never quite get used to. The sensations were intense as her body tingled, and convulsed.

Amidst these visions, a singular image burned brightly a radiant, ever-changing form that seemed to defy the boundaries of reality. Elysia's heart quickened as she gazed upon this enigmatic figure. It was as if the essence of the elements themselves converged within it a swirling symphony of earth, water, air, and fire. And then, like a whisper carried by the winds, a name brushed against her consciousness: Metamorphosa.

He still needs to get punished by me later on. Finally, we are now in my room, and Chris sits on my bed while I am on my gaming chair while my legs and arms are crosses. I am looking at Chris's restless reaction because he keeps on rubbing his hands. Since he is not speaking and looking at me, I start the conversation. "Don't be restless; I am still me..." I halt and stand up, "Metamorphosis." I mumble and turn back to normal. Chris glances at me and notices him gulp.

I placed a hand on the glass and tried to will the poor kid to finish the transformation. “Derivare et sana…” I breathed, not understanding the words or knowing where they came from. Everything went quiet around me like the world stood still. A strange pressure built up in my chest in that moment frozen in time. It built up until I didn’t feel like I could contain it anymore, bursting out of me like the pulse of an EMP. The world resumed moving. Quiet and almost as smoothing as Dmitri had, the mangled boy shifted into a wolf.

His spine arched, a strained, guttural growl ripping from his throat as his form shifted—half man, half something else entirely. Fur, light amber, almost like fire, spread across his skin in uneven patches. His limbs thickened, lengthened, his entire frame growing larger… bigger than the room should have allowed as he dissolved, his beauty melting into whatever he's turning into. Furniture splintered as he slammed into it, the desk cracking under the force of his movement. I was rooted to the spot, unable to move as I watched as the man I had worked for three years slowly dissolved into something else entirely—something monstrous, something powerful, something that made every instinct in my

He must’ve known we were losing. He immediately shifted. My eyes popped out of my head. If we hadn’t been right in the middle of a pack war I would've probably passed the fuck out. Holy shit. Holy shit!! Ingrid looked at me - eyes popping out of her head. Red didn’t turn into a wolf. He turned into a fucking bear. A huge ass red - of course - grizzly. He was a metamorph. I was beginning to wonder if all the old stories we used to hear as kids were actually true. Witches .. creating werewolves by biting humans… teleporting .. which I could do but still .. and now an actual metamorph. Right in front of me.