CH@NG3D: PR0J3CT 0BJ3CT

A Story by J

PROJECT: SHIFTED FORM -HUMAN TRIALS COMPLETE RECORD

(Prior dog experiments: FAILED. Subjects too weak, mutations collapsed under stress.
Conclusion: Scaling up. Humans are next.)

Subject Name: Robert Richard
Gender: Cisgender male
Reason for participation: “I don’t want to be male anymore.”

Before Transformation:
Robert stood under the sterile white light of the lab, 5’10”, pale skin washed in fear. A mop of curly brown hair hid his tired eyes. Hoodie sagged off his wiry frame, black jeans frayed at the cuffs. His voice cracked when he spoke.

“Will it hurt?”
I lied:
“No.”

Process:
I slid the lime-green cola across the table. The bottle hissed faintly, glowing from inside like a chemical heart.
He sniffed. Face twisted. Then drank slow… then faster, desperate gulps.
When the last drop hit his tongue, he smiled nervously:

“Tastes like… rust.”

Transformation (LIVE):
It began with a twitch in his fingers.
Then SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Bone lengthened into wire-thin rods.
His arms stretched grotesquely, skin tearing to reveal moss-green sinew.
Hands imploded, fingers shriveling into blunt stumps.
Robert collapsed, retching black foam as his eyes melted into ink, pupils swirling down his cheeks before sealing into glossy black voids.
His jaw splintered, tearing wider until it became a jagged hole dripping green vapor.
Hips cracked, shifted, waist narrowing, chest flattening, gender sliding away like oil on glass.

After Transformation:
She rose from the floor, green mist hissing from fractures in her skin.
Four limbs, fingerless, twitching like loaded weapons.
Her back bulged with vein-like TNT sigils pulsing faint crimson under the skin.
Two obsidian-black eyes locked on me.
When she spoke, the voice was static, layered with explosions:

“Pillagerslay3r… sixty-four.”

I stepped back.
She didn’t move, only tilted her head like a ticking bomb.

- Released into Hangout 64-PS.

Subject Name: Doroteja Göta
Gender: Cisgender female
Reason: “I want to be cute.”

Before Transformation:
Doroteja was 5’2”, freckles dotting her rosy cheeks, big round glasses cracked at one corner. Her curly red hair was tucked under a pink beret. She wore an oversized corduroy jacket and smiled nervously, twisting her fingers.

“Will… this make me adorable?”
I only nodded.

Process:
We handed her a tiny woven basket, brown with a rope handle and a buzzing propeller at the top.
She gasped, hugging it to her chest.

“It’s… perfect.”

Transformation (Observed Remotely):
At first, nothing. Then the camera flickered, and Doroteja was gone.
In her place: a 4’7” glowing yellow X bouncing gently on the floor.
Its arms and legs were canary yellow, smooth and rubbery.
Its face was a pixelated emoticon shifting rapidly from joy to fear.
And somehow… it was wearing four baskets, though we only gave one.

Suddenly, CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
The baskets shattered.
The X collapsed, knees hitting the tile.

Voice fractured, trembling:

“Where… is my friend? Two plus two…”

The emoticon froze on (T_T).
I asked:

“How did you get the other three baskets?”
It didn’t answer.
Only whispered:
“Find… friend.”

After Transformation:
The X glowed brighter, twitching as static sparked around its joints.
Genderless, yet its voice carried a young, boyish desperation.

- Assign Search Protocol: FIND FRIEND.

Subject Name: Daly Adeola
Gender: Nonbinary
Reason: “I want to be more animal-like… but not an animal for real.”

Before Transformation:
6’1”, black trench coat like a curtain of shadow. Platform boots clicked sharply on the tile. A hat with fake cat ears tilted over their shaved head.
They smirked when I slid the raw fish across the table.

“Seriously?”
They bit in without hesitation.

Transformation:
Three minutes later, the scream came.
Their body folded in half with a wet snap.
Skin turned gray, rippling as if under boiling water.
Flesh compressed into a perfect vinyl disc.
A tail lashed free, thin and whip-like, slapping sparks off the wall.
Across the grooves, two slitted neon-green eyes blinked open.
Paws clawed out from the disc edges, scratching the steel table.
When she purred, it was digital, glitchy, stuttering like broken code.

After Transformation:
A female gray music disc perched on the wall like a cat clinging to curtains.
The air vibrated with her growling hum.
She tilted her head, eyes glowing:

“Catch me if you can.”

- Failed to retrieve. Released into 64-PS.

Subject Name: Shama Hayati
Gender: Cisgender female
Reason: “I want a friend.”

Before Transformation:
5’6”, brown hoodie with sleeves chewed down to strings. She clutched a math notebook like a holy book, pages filled with algebra and little doodles of stick-figures holding hands.

“Will this… give me someone who won’t leave?”
“Yes.” (Another lie.)

Process:
We injected a picton-blue serum into her veins.
Set the timer: 04:04.
Her breathing grew shallow.
Eyes glazed.
Then… chaos.

Transformation (LIVE):
Her ribs caved inward, spine snapping like brittle wood.
Blue light burst through her pores, crawling like veins of fire.
Skin peeled in neat slices, numbers spilling out like glass shards.
Her body disintegrated into ink and angles, reforming into a colossal Number 4, glowing like an electric god.
Two razor arms unfolded, legs slamming down with a quake.
Eyes ignited within the hollow angle.

Then the sound came.
Low.
Rising.
Splitting the air

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAH!

The lab shattered. Walls split. Glass burst like rain.
The scream flattened the metal tables.
He leaned forward, voice trembling with rage:

“WHERE… IS… MY COHOST?!”

After Transformation:
Towering blue Number Four, digits serrated like cleavers, glowing picton fire under its skin.
He crackled with sonic pulses, one wrong move, the entire lab caves in.

- Initiate cohost search. Release.

Subject Name: Zula Opal
Gender: Cisgender female
Reason: “I want a friend… and to be taller.”

Before Transformation:
Athletic, 5’9”, short blonde hair slicked like glass. She held a wooden ruler like a sword.
She didn’t ask questions. Just said:

“Do it.”

Process:
Crimson capsule down the throat.
Minutes ticked.
Then letters ripped through her flesh like blades, bloodless, shimmering like wet paint.
Her spine bent into a coil, body unraveling into a monolithic S.

After Transformation:
6 feet tall, curves sharp like a serpent.
Voice hissed like a secret:

“Where… is my friend?”

- Begin Merge Protocol: R3_UN1T3.

The X clung to me, voice cracked like broken glass:

“Where’s two plus two? Where’s two plus two?”
It didn’t stop.
I snapped.
Punched it. Square in the face.

It fell. Whimpering.
That’s when the air vibrated.
A deep, nasally voice thundered like a god of wrath:

“Who… hurt… my… FRIEND?!”

POV: F-0-V-R
I saw him, my cohost, broken, crying.
And the THING that hurt him.
I stepped forward, digits glowing white-hot.

Breath in.
Rage overflowing.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAH!

The world ripped open.
Walls exploded inward, floor split, lights burst in blinding arcs.
The creature collapsed instantly, bleeding from every orifice.

My cohost ran, wrapped his little arms around me, sobbing:

“Don’t cry… you’re safe now.”
“Thanks… you saved me…”

POV: 7_26
My truest, bluest friend saved me.
And now, I’ll never let go.

POV: F-0-V-R
We left the place.
Together.
To the Hangout.
Where we belong.

Subject Name: Alfvin Ratnam
Gender: Cisgender male
Reason: “I want to fly.”

Before Transformation:
Alfvin strutted in wearing a puffy yellow jacket, old pilot goggles strapped to his forehead.
He grinned:

“Make me soar.”

Transformation:
His spine snapped in two, crushing into a disc shape.
From his ribs, wings erupted, dark crimson, dripping tar-like resin.
His eyes rolled into the grooves, mouth twisting into the label.
When he screamed, it was like a record scratching through bone.

After Transformation:
A female music disc with crimson wings, flapping like a bird from hell.
Her voice glitched into sharp static bursts:

“Mine.”
Before dive-bombing for sunflower seeds.

HANGOUT 64-PS: THE GATHERING

Pillagerslay3r 64 crawled up the walls, limbs twitching like detonators.
Cat perched high on a steel beam, tail flicking, eyes glowing.
X giggled softly, riding on Four’s shoulder.
Four stood guard, glowing blue fury in his jagged edges, S coiled beside him like a serpent ready to strike.
Chirp hovered overhead, wings slicing the air like razors.

They weren’t human anymore.
They weren’t ours.
And they… were happy.