Monochrome Moniker, or 'Mono' to his online friends since his username was a bit of a mouthful, popped onto to CYOC for the first time in what felt like ages. In something of a rut, he scanned the latest updates for the past few days, paying particular attention as he always did to the 'TG' tags. The usual myriad of interests and types of transformation were on display, but one link seemed to stand out more than the others.
"The Curse of the Storyteller?" he mumbled as he scanned through the thread, eyes lighting up as he saw 'Wert' was both the thread creator and most recent poster. "I should really give 'Daring Space Adventures' another read, but what's this latest narrative?"
True to form, the thread did not disappoint. Furthermore, though the twenty-something man hardly thought anything written therein could possibly be real, he loved the 'meta' angle it was taking. Getting comfortable in his overstuffed chair and ensuring the laptop in front of him lived up to its name, Mono began to type...
Flora tossed and turned in her bed, neither of her selves being too keen on sharing the bedsheets. The bed had been made for a single occupant, and while she and herself still technically met that criteria, doing so in practicality left something to be desired. Flora supposed she shouldn't complain; how many people could live with someone who knew them as well as they knew themselves? There'd be no arguing over the remote, no complaints on choice of takeout, and certainly no trouble knowing which hard-to-reach places felt best when scratched. Nevertheless, being one-in-two was making her own bodies' heats less comforting and more stifling.
However, when a bizarre tingling sensation set in and rippled across her selves, Flora Squared leapt up in bed. She looked at herself, and herself looked back, both sets of her eyes widening as the self before them looked increasingly like the one they'd come to know so well. One body felt a weight appear on her head, her other self watching an intricately-crafted golden tiara 'POP'-ing into existence and settling between her ears, its base resting against her horn. Two pinpricks and new yet much smaller weights in her ears followed soon after, her other self watching twin gemstones appear as glistening earrings.
From there, the onslaught of jewelry and finery only continued. An amulet terminating in a large gem hanging low to nestle between her ample breasts, snow-white silken gloves knitting themselves out of nothing to slide up her delicate forearms to the elbow, an extravagant dress covering her form and flowing out with bows and ribbons and frills aplenty. Soon, with a gasp, Flora the First realized she was wearing specially-tailored shoes on her hind-hooves, and slid out of bed with a fluid grace to spy glass slippers.
"Don't you look retro," Flora the Second said to her first self. "Wait, 'retro?' My mind feels like it's pending an update..."
"Mine brow is burdened with equal uncertainty," spoke the first in a melodic Scottish accent. "The head lies of uneasy of she who wears the crown."
The head was not all that laid uneasy, thought. Flora the First's fur lightened in hue, shifting from the stark of a pitch-dark night to a gray morning before finally landing on a silvery sheen, her mane rippling with a similarly vibrant flaxen hue that stretched out to braid itself. Her body contracted, breasts and backside shrinking but still present, forcing a grunt from her even higher-pitched voice as she become slenderer and stretched taller, left as a willowy, almost elfin beauty.
As Flora the First watched (and become increasingly befitting of such a title), Flora the Second seemed to grow further and further in the opposite direction. With a shimmer, the other Flora's horn dissolved from bone into a polychromatic spree of excited photons, a miniature spear of hardened light blazing with a burning buzz from her brow. Her mane equally shifted from organic to technological, a ripple of locks hardening and thickening into glowing neon tubes tipped by sparkling electrical prongs. Her eyes glowed brightly, her vision briefly flashing from the ordinary low light of her bedroom into infrared and ultraviolet and settling on a vector-lined red, words appearing to tell her everything from her heart rate to when her cybernetics would need a tune up.
"Wicked," Flora the Second said with a steel-toothed grin, her voice acquiring a synthetic reverb. "Wait, cybernetics?"
Flora the Second's limbs pulsed, her muscles contracting and hardening into artificial tendons and tissues, alloy cables pumped full of blood-substitute gel and nanorobotic repair cells. Her fur disappeared into the growing metal, leaving her robotic from the shoulders out and the pelvis down, even her tail replicating her mane. A metallic circle appeared just above her breasts, glowing with a touchscreen display, while a ripped jean jacket and torn leather pants appeared to clothe the rest of her.
Where Flora the First had grown taller and slenderer, Flora the Second once more took the opposite path. She felt her breasts shifting from flesh into synthetic nano-woven polycarbon, twin rich, artificial blue gel casings swelling with repair paste. Her dark fur lightened far past her counterpart's silvery sheen into stark, blank white, punctuated only by the randomly thick or thin dashed lines of barcode tattoos beneath one eye, beneath the the opposite breast, and all down her back. Even her genitals felt a shift, and when she darted a robotic hand down the front of her leather pants to check, she felt nothing but a charging port, sparking pleasurably at the metallic contact.
"T0t@ally W1ck3d," Flora the Second spoke as her wetware finished upgrading like the rest of her. "L1ke, the futur3 1s n0w!!1!!!"
"Art we even to be considered cut from the same tapestry, mine doppleganger?" Flora the First wondered aloud. "Furthermore, whom shalt we find responsible for such temporal disparity?"
..."That should do for now," Mono thought to himself as he finished his post and hit 'enter.' "I hope Wert or Flora or whoever they are now enjoys being a fairytale princess and a cyberpunk cyborg at the same time. Now, back to 'Daring Space Adventures'!"