Naught suffered from depression. There was no two ways about it. He was also odd for a transformation fan... he didn't care about the sex involved, in fact he found it a distraction from the transformation unlike many people who it seemed couldn't get enough of it. Paradoxically he also liked the nudism because of the 'stripping away' of self it involved. He admitted that there was really nowhere to take the story after you'd assimilated the world into a perfect harmonious whole, stories needed conflict after all, and a assimilated utopia had no conflict. But he honestly didn't care.
He preferred the escapism, the release, the freedom from burden, the freedom from self.
He knew he was opening himself up for whoever did this curse next. He also knew that due to how people were, he was likely to end up a stripper in some men's club, or a shemale. He honestly preferred the sexless, those truly freed from such things of the flesh.
He also saw this story lacked a villain. No antagonist. No one to drive the conflict. Of course any bad guy would be swiftly eliminated by the other writers, since it was impossible to shield yourself from the changes or disable the power to make changes...
But he guessed that you could only target one person at a time with the power of the story. Maybe. Either way, the only way to keep the story alive was to provide an antagonist to overcome, and like it or not, Naught admitted that the majority of the world would find his heaven to be hell. So he fit the bill. Oh well, if that was going to be his role in the story so be it. He just hoped whatever he was turned into was something happy (happiness and satisfaction being the only true goals in life).
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Lost meanwhile... simply didn't know how to respond to what had been going on. After it turned out the changes were real, he didn't know what to do in response. He'd chosen to simply live his life, not wanting too mess with Flora's life more or those of the others.
Apparently Flora hadn't seen it that way, as he'd woke up to find his fur now pink. Of course, nobody in the world noticed, as that seem to be the default to keep the 'suspension of disbelief' intact for the story.
Lost had found he could dress up or goo around nude and none would notice. But he wasn't sure what Flora wanted of him! Did she want him to make her life more comfortable? Provide her a boyfriend? Win the lottery? What?
Then Lost noticed his pink fur turning shinny and flat... like rubber or plastic. In a panic he looked down at his waist... and didn't know if he was more worried or relieved that between his legs became simply smooth rubber/plastic rather than something else. At the same time, sexual drives seem to simply leave him.
Mold lines appeared along his legs and arms, going all the way around his body...
Then his body itself shifted, taking on feminine curved and shapes, getting smaller but still quiet tall for a human, she lost her nipples and belly button, all becoming flawlessly smooth. Of course the resulting breasts would be comic book large, but that was par the course.
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Naught admitted that gender-flipping in transformation was OVERDONE TO HELL AND BACK! It was more something mandatory than something that actually added to the story to the point of being mundane! But might as well conform.
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Lost WAS surprised when a black and white french maid outfit appeared on her... the way it was revealing like a JOKE on the fact she no longer had any naught bits.
Then... Lost felt... peaceful... calm... like her sense of purpose in life was given a laser like focus. She KNEW, she UNDERSTOOD what her reason for living was, what her reason for being was, what the point of her existence as a living doll maid was! She was a servant, she lived to serve others, to make them happy, to care to their want and needs, to protect them from others and themselves if need be. And she COULDN'T BE HAPPIER with that! All the burdens, all the worries, all the inner demons floating away into nothingness. She was happy to serve, happy to obey, happy to be a living object whose purpose was to be a domestic servant.
She smiled and stood at attention. "This humble maid is ready to serve!"