You sift through the transformations, eyes scanning rapidly across fantastical options and peculiar icons, each tantalizing option more tempting than the last. You pause, a curious smile forming on your face. "Musketeer," you read aloud, fascinated. A sense of adventure sparkles in your eyes.
*Perfect, this could be fun!* you think to yourself.
You press the "SELECT" button and notice an image icon—a human musketeer in elaborate, old-fashioned attire. Excitement and a hint of skepticism whirl within you as you press "ACTIVATE." Immediately, you feel a peculiar tingling sensation ripple through your body, a gentle hum beginning at your wrist and radiating outward.
At first, it's almost imperceptible, but soon it grows impossible to ignore. You watch in a mixture of awe and slight horror as fine, white fur begins to sprout from your arms. It spreads quickly, a soft blanket of fur covering your entire body. A sense of dizziness washes over you as your perspective shifts; you realize you're shrinking, your view of the room expanding around you.
*This… this is unbelievable!*
Your hands and feet morph, digits fusing into cartoonish paws, each adorned with tiny claws. You feel a strange tightening in your skull, your ears elongating and flopping down to frame your face. Tugging nervously at your oddly shaped ears, you feel them with your fingers—or, rather, paws.
*No, this isn’t possible! It’s… it’s incredible!*
Your face contorts, bones shifting with a painless, fluid motion. Your nose extends into a muzzle, black and round. Every breath brings more changes, your tailbone extending into a wagging appendage, muscles and tendons changing to accommodate your new form. You glance down to find a brilliant red military coat forming over your chest, a pair of bright-red boots snugly fitting your transformed feet.
*This is... rather cool, horrifying... but cool!*
You make your way, albeit cautiously, to the nearby mirror, tilted just right to capture your altered silhouette. Standing there—just about half your normal height—is a dog musketeer, eyes wide with recognition and a hint of awe. The reflection staring back at you showcases floppy, dark ears contrasting with white fur, a broad-brimmed hat adorned with a feathery plume perched jauntily on your head.
*Is that really… me? Wow, this is incredible!*
You giggle—or at least attempt to—sounding more like a series of yips, and pose enthusiastically, swinging the sword that had once been your penis. Somehow, it feels natural, an extension of your new being. Admiring your transformation in the mirror, you feel a curious mix of pride and unease.
*I’m a dog, but I’m a musketeer too! This is crazy!*
Taking a deep breath, you prepare to speak, to hear what your voice sounds like in this new form. Opening your mouth, the only sounds that escape are distinctly canine—barks, whimpers, and the occasional growl.
*No…. This can’t be right!*
Panic sets in quickly, your heart races within your compact chest. The realization that you cannot communicate as a human, that your words are trapped inside, horrifies you. Desperation grips you as you bark and whine at your reflection, hoping against hope that words might somehow materialize.
You marvel at your reflection, caught between excitement and horror. The transformation is incredible, but an uneasy feeling washes over you. Distracted by your new-look, you decide to test your voice.
"Hello?" you attempt to say, but all that comes out is a pitiful whine. You try again, "What is going…?" but it's merely a bark. Panic surges through you. *This can't be happening!*
Frustrated, you shake the watch violently, hoping it will reverse whatever it's done to you. Suddenly, the watch emits a weak glow.
Just then, you hear your roommate Paul enter the apartment. He strolls into the living room, his eyes landing on you with suspicion.
"Hey there, little guy. Who let you in?" He bends down, reaching to scratch behind your ears. "You have a collar or something?"
You open your mouth to explain but are met only with an exasperated bark and a whimper.
Paul recoils slightly, laughing. "Whoa, calm down! What's the matter, pup?"
Just as you're about to try again in futility, the watch glows once more, and you feel another strange sensation flow through you. "M'sieur Paul!" you manage to say. The words feel foreign yet oddly comfortable. "It is I, your dear friend!"
Paul's face twists in confusion. "What the... you can talk now? Whoa, this is weird."
"Indeed, 'tis I, transformed by this accursed device!" You gesture dramatically to the watch, your canine eyes pleading for understanding.
"Wait, you’re saying this watch turned you into...," Paul pauses, looking you up and down. "A dog, and now you talk like some old-timey musketeer? Dude, that's nuts!"
You nod vigorously. "Yes, my good man! I am ensorcelled by this enchanted montre! It hath altered me thus, and now I am at pains to reverse it!"
Paul chuckles, clearly amused. "I always knew you were into cosplay, but this is next level. So, how do we fix you?"
"Together we must seek... ah, the, uh, reverso option!" Your mind struggles with modern concepts that now elude your limited 17th-century vocabulary. "Look upon the montre!"
Paul takes the watch from your paw. "Alright, let’s see what this baby can do. Reversal, huh? Should have a back button or something."
You watch as Paul navigates through the options on the watch, his brows furrowing in concentration. He mocks gently, "Man, what would the others think if they saw you like this? The fearless dog musketeer, looking for a 'reverse-o'.”
Ignoring his playful taunts, you nod. "Find it, mon ami. I implore thee."
After a few minutes, Paul finds the "REVERSE" option on the watch. He looks at you with amusement mixed with curiosity. "You ready to go back, Doggie Musketeer?"
"Oui, let us restore my form!" you bark, finding a glimpse of hope in his eyes and eagerly awaiting the next phase of this bizarre adventure.
Paul scans the watch, locating the "REVERSE" option. Leaning down, he jokes, "Ready to become a regular old human again, Doggie Musketeer?"
"Oui, mon ami, 'tis time!"
Paul presses the "REVERSE" button, and a new wave of tingling spreads through your body. You close your eyes, feeling the fur recede, your limbs elongate, and paws morph back into hands and feet. As the sensation subsides, you reopen your eyes, looking down at your restored human form. You sigh in relief and joy.
Paul claps his hands. "Look at that! You're back! You good?"
"Aye, Monsieur Paul, I am repaire....," you trail off, realizing your speech has not reverted. You still sound like a 17th-century musketeer. The cadence and vocabulary you use are archaic and frustratingly limited.
Paul blinks at you, suppressing a chuckle. "Wow, man, that's... still you, but with the musketeer lingo. What gives?"
You frown. "Perchance the montre requires yet another jostling?" you suggest, remembering how shaking the watch earlier had altered your speech.
Paul shrugs. "It's worth a shot," he says, handing you the watch.
Taking a deep breath, you shake the watch furiously. For a moment, nothing happens, and you almost lose hope. Then, a faint hum emanates from the device, and you feel a slight shift in your vocal cords. You clear your throat, testing your voice.
"Paul? Can… can you hear me properly now?" you ask tentatively.
Paul's eyes widen. "Heck yes! You sound normal again!"
Relief washes over you and you collapse into the couch, exhausted but immensely grateful. "I can't believe that worked."