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Wayward Vagabond.

You are now Wayward Vagabond, or WV for short. You are no longer in can town, or in your destroyed civilization. You escaped your Sburb session and somehow transported back to a civilized Earth. Welcome to Unova!

You are totally lost and have no clue where you are, other than knowing that you are in a place called Unova. You feel sort of embarrassed wearing rags against these nice looking people. Maybe you can be their mayor!

You happily dance around and try to find an establishment where justice is being well served. You seem to have no luck in doing so at all. Welp, time to ask someone!... You forgot you cannot speak without your high tech computer keyboard device... Bummer.

But, you do remember you have a few pieces of chalk in your pocket. As you pick out a color, some of the people ask what you are mayor of. You quickly grab a rock and write out your story. The person speaking to you is totally lost and has no idea what the problem is. They lead you to a secret place of "healing". This youth seems somewhat kind to you, so you tag along.

"Helloooo!?... Hello anybody!?"

"Yes!?"

"Open up! I've got someone who needs help!"

I walked over to the door and let it open. It was pretty late out, and we decided to close early for the night. A boy, short in stature, with curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wearing a bright red shirt and dark colored cargo shorts, standing next to an ever so familiar dark skinned man wearing white rags and a bright sash with the word, "Mayor" on it.

"So who's in need?" I asked.

"He is." the boy said.

"And who are you?"

"Me? I'm Adrian."

"Well, nice to meet you Adrian. Who's your friend? A cosplayer of sorts?"

"No... Or at least I don't think so."

"So... He's...?"

"I think he really is." Adrian interrupted.

"O-oh... Right."

"Please help him."

"Definitely."

I took the dark skinned man by the arm and walked him to the back. He seemed to mumble and try to formulate words, and spell out words. Struggling and trying to get my attention constantly, I had to ignore him. I opened the door to my office and sat him down. I quickly locked the door.

He started panicking and had no idea what to do. I tried to calm him down, but he was very frisky. I grabbed a needle quickly, and hid it so the man would calm down. He ran for the door, and tried opening the door. I quickly aggrieved and stabbed him with the needle. I grabbed him and held him down.

He struggled and tried escaping my grasp, but I was too strong to him. The changes started to begin. Once I saw, I knew I should observe much closer when it came to the changes.

It started with his skin. His dark, completely dark black skin started to lighten. It lightened up to be a bright orangey type color. His four fingers started to sharpen out into claws. These claws were small, but bright white, brighter than his mayor sash. He started to wince, and rip up the rags.

Through the rags, more and more skin lightened to an orange or tan tone. He began to shrink and began to pudge around the stomach area. His tailbone began to extend out of his rear, and the air began to heat up.

This part was what really got me to be careful with what I pick. Around the breast area, his body kept extending. He was growing breasts... Welp, this transformation just became transgender!

And finally, his head morphed and extended to fit his new stature, muzzle forming, ears shrinking and eyes glowing with new life.

He-- ahem, she let out a low whimper, nervous and lost. She had rags rapped around her in a cute way. Her mayoral sash still in place. It made me smile. I picked her up and brought her out to Adrian.

When he saw her, his face lit right up, and he was so happy.

"Here she is. Wayward Cutiebond!"

"Awww, she's adorable. Thanks Doctor."

"Anytime kiddo."

He smiled, and left.

"A job well do--" I began to say.

Just then, a pale boy, no older than I was, wearing dark aviators, a red garb with a gear on it and a cape, burst in, and yelled, "WHERE'S THE MAYOR!?"

I winced, and had to tell him the story.

Description
Enter.

Wayward Vagabond.

You are now Wayward Vagabond, or WV for short. You are no longer in can town, or in your destroyed civilization. You escaped your Sburb session and somehow transported back to a civilized Earth. Welcome to Unova!

You are totally lost and have no clue where you are, other than knowing that you are in a place called Unova. You feel sort of embarrassed wearing rags against these nice looking people. Maybe you can be their mayor!

You happily dance around and try to find an establishment where justice is being well served. You seem to have no luck in doing so at all. Welp, time to ask someone!... You forgot you cannot speak without your high tech computer keyboard device... Bummer.

But, you do remember you have a few pieces of chalk in your pocket. As you pick out a color, some of the people ask what you are mayor of. You quickly grab a rock and write out your story. The person speaking to you is totally lost and has no idea what the problem is. They lead you to a secret place of "healing". This youth seems somewhat kind to you, so you tag along.

"Helloooo!?... Hello anybody!?"

"Yes!?"

"Open up! I've got someone who needs help!"

I walked over to the door and let it open. It was pretty late out, and we decided to close early for the night. A boy, short in stature, with curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wearing a bright red shirt and dark colored cargo shorts, standing next to an ever so familiar dark skinned man wearing white rags and a bright sash with the word, "Mayor" on it.

"So who's in need?" I asked.

"He is." the boy said.

"And who are you?"

"Me? I'm Adrian."

"Well, nice to meet you Adrian. Who's your friend? A cosplayer of sorts?"

"No... Or at least I don't think so."

"So... He's...?"

"I think he really is." Adrian interrupted.

"O-oh... Right."

"Please help him."

"Definitely."

I took the dark skinned man by the arm and walked him to the back. He seemed to mumble and try to formulate words, and spell out words. Struggling and trying to get my attention constantly, I had to ignore him. I opened the door to my office and sat him down. I quickly locked the door.

He started panicking and had no idea what to do. I tried to calm him down, but he was very frisky. I grabbed a needle quickly, and hid it so the man would calm down. He ran for the door, and tried opening the door. I quickly aggrieved and stabbed him with the needle. I grabbed him and held him down.

He struggled and tried escaping my grasp, but I was too strong to him. The changes started to begin. Once I saw, I knew I should observe much closer when it came to the changes.

It started with his skin. His dark, completely dark black skin started to lighten. It lightened up to be a bright orangey type color. His four fingers started to sharpen out into claws. These claws were small, but bright white, brighter than his mayor sash. He started to wince, and rip up the rags.

Through the rags, more and more skin lightened to an orange or tan tone. He began to shrink and began to pudge around the stomach area. His tailbone began to extend out of his rear, and the air began to heat up.

This part was what really got me to be careful with what I pick. Around the breast area, his body kept extending. He was growing breasts... Welp, this transformation just became transgender!

And finally, his head morphed and extended to fit his new stature, muzzle forming, ears shrinking and eyes glowing with new life.

He-- ahem, she let out a low whimper, nervous and lost. She had rags rapped around her in a cute way. Her mayoral sash still in place. It made me smile. I picked her up and brought her out to Adrian.

When he saw her, his face lit right up, and he was so happy.

"Here she is. Wayward Cutiebond!"

"Awww, she's adorable. Thanks Doctor."

"Anytime kiddo."

He smiled, and left.

"A job well do--" I began to say.

Just then, a pale boy, no older than I was, wearing dark aviators, a red garb with a gear on it and a cape, burst in, and yelled, "WHERE'S THE MAYOR!?"

I winced, and had to tell him the story.