MercurialCurse's TG Transformation Stories

The second Shaun Goddard placed his foot on the dusty tarmac of the train station, he knew that his curiosity was going to get the better of him. The moment the worn, rubbery sole touched the ground, a shudder crawled up his spine and nested around his neck, where he immediately shook his shoulders in an attempt to counter the odd sensation. Hopping out of the carriage, Shaun pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and, after swiftly sliding a finger across the screen, immediately started tapping his thumbs to reply to the message that he’d already read hours ago: Frankie [12:30]: Good luck on your investigation. Don’t know what you’re gonna find all the way out there though… Anyways, let me know when you get there, okay? Shaun [15:31]: Finally made it. Don’t know how long I’ll be here though. Will let you know when I’m coming back empty handed or not. As the squeaks and groans of the train echoed through the grey blanket of mist, Shaun frowned as he saw the tin

Mera's head felt heavy, her eyes fluttering wildly as a bright light burned into her vision. Her body felt heavy and felt pulled to the floor like one of the countless shipwrecks she had seen resting on the seafloor in her life. Her senses returning to her, Mera sat up and opened her eyes, gasping as she found herself in a room she didn't recognise. "What is this place...?" she muttered, rubbing her forehead. Hadn't... hadn't she been fighting Black Mantis somewhere in the Mediterranean? Her mind was a blur, and she groaned softly as she tried to remember... had she, the Queen of Atlantis, really been bested by a human? Standing up, Mera looked around and guessed by the desk mirror surrounded by lights that she was in a dressing room... but why was she here and not in some cage or prison? She could hear a slight rumbling in the air and floor around her, but it didn’t sound like the sound of a ship’s engine or the pressure of water… in fact, it sounded a lot

As the warm afternoon breeze brushed against Eric’s arm currently resting on the edge of the empty window pane, he let out a sigh and checked the inbuilt clock dashboard for what surely must have been the hundredth time. Letting out an even heavier one than the last, he poked his head out and yelled; “Adam, what are you doing in there? The train will be here in 10 minutes!” “I’m coming!” a voice cried out in faint acknowledgement, causing Eric to shake his head and recline back inside. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he wondered just how long his friend would take to get ready for the convention or gathering or whatever it was that he’d been so excited for over the past couple months. A minute or so later and Eric heard the front door of his house finally slam shut, followed by a flicker of movement in the rear view mirror. It was then that Adam finally entered the car, slipping into the passenger seat next to Eric, causing him to flinch as the odd protrusions