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This is a collaborative work between yourself and I. I have been gracious enough to provide a script for us to use. My words will appear like this, in plain text, { (link: '> and my responses are displayed as links.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 1') ] }

As I provide you with suggestions. To the best of your ability, within reason, you will follow them. { (link: '> Haha, ok.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 2') ] }

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Please adjust your volume so that the noise played when this button is pressed is audible, but not loud. You may adjust the volume within the browser with the pop-out slider in the top left corner. { (link: 'Click here for soundtest')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'soundtest') ] } { (link: '> The volume is comfortable')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage') ] } { (link: 'Chapter select.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 70') ] }

You will not be judged, your efforts not graded, and there will be no test at the end of our time here together. Your engagement will be its own reward. { (link: '> I will do my best.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 3') ] }

Are you ready to begin? { (link: '> Yes.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 4') ] }

Good. :) We find ourselves in a world that screams constantly for our attention. Pop-ups, alerts, and notifications disrupt our flow of thought. States of trance are impeded by such interruptions. { (link: '> I have muted or closed any software and hardware that might interrupt our time together.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 5') ] }

Our environments inundate our senses with noise. Please consider how your current surroundings can be made less distracting, or moving to one better suited for focus. { (link: '> I have moved to a less distracting environment, and/or attempted to reduce the sensory clutter surrounding me.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 6') ] }

States of mind and consciousness bear inertia. The maelstrom of distraction spins on within us, even after its source is cut off. Take a moment, if you will, and imagine a cylindrical glass jar, with roughly the proportions of your head. { (link: '> The jar represents my mind.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 7') ] }

Inside of the jar spins a steady, spiralling whirlpool of cloudy water. { (link: '> oooh, i can see it. i am rotating it in my mind.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 8') ] }

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As the whirlpool gradually slows, the spiral atop gently ebbs into a smooth plane. { (link: '> The water moves on beneath the surface.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 9') ] }

Entropy stills the water, and a thin layer of fine white sand accumulates at the bottom of the jar. { (link: '> As the water stills, it grows more clear.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 10') ] }

Slowly, imperceptibly, the sand floating in the water stills, and drifts down, { (link: '> down,')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 11') ] }

down, { (link: '> and comes to rest upon the sandy bed.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 12') ] }

The water is clear. { (link: '> The scene is tranquil.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 13') ] }

Your mind is still. { (link: '> My attention is yours.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 14') ] }

Well done. Let us begin in earnest. { (link: '> Lettuce begin.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 15') ] }

You stand before a verdant treeline. The bright sun shines upon the flowing grass behind you. Beyond that, the world you have known your entire life. { (link: '> I reflect on what brought me here.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 16') ] }

Your work as an academic boasts lofty goals of the pursuit of understanding. { (link: '> I know this to be hypocrisy.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 17') ] }

Hypocrisy indeed it is. Despite your groundbreaking contributions to your field of study, you are consistently passed over for recognition, grants, promotions, and basic human respect. No matter your efforts, your status as a transgender woman seems to always overshadow your work as a scholar. { (link: '> They reject me for what they see, not what I am.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 18') ] }

This is never said aloud, of course. Your campus is //proud// to boast you as one of their ''diverse'' faculty members. Their institution fosters no discriminatory practices, and if it //did,// there are always correct channels through which you could report it. No, your lack of advancement and success aren't because you're a woman, it's due to your "alarming disregard for ethics." Your academic cohorts don't shun you for being clocky, they do it because of your "obsessive fixations on matters that lie outside of reality." { (link: '> They fear me because my existence conflicts with their worldviews.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 19') ] }

This concludes our dialogue together. Thank you for your undivided attention. May you carry the stillness that we cultivated forward into your day. This dialogue was written by gnat. I put this together in 4 days for ['Pervert Jam 2026', 'https://itch.io/jam/pervertjam-2026']. I might update this later on to add more stuff or make changes to what's already here, so check back sometime maybe. Ok? Ok bye bye!!

Thus, you find yourself standing upon the border of the Faewood. Some people posit that a powerful spirit guards these woods, one who resents all humans for the scars their societies rake upon the land. They say it imparts retribution; that those who have defiled the land are themselves defiled in turn. Others suppose that the thickets and thistles thirst for suffering, that the faeries feed by tormenting travellers. Pathways twist underfoot, and wanderers are hopelessly lost until they give in to despair. The //accepted// theory is the Siren's Song hypothesis; that intruders have their bodies stolen, and are puppetted by the woods themselves to return to society in order to draw in further victims. Suspected sirens are sentenced to hang, for the good of the sane and civilized. But ''you'' know better. { (link: '> I have my own ideas about the truth of the woods.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 20') ] }

Your theory, soon to be tested, is that the forest lays upon a magical leyline. You believe, no, you're //certain// that the profuse energies radiating within these trees bear transformative properties. You've witnessed it yourself; seen a bee cross the threshold and become a hummingbird in the blink of an eye. { (link: '> My attempts to share my findings was my undoing.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 26') ] }

Before you lies salvation, lies relief, lies truth. Before you lies your destiny. Nothing remains for you where you came from. { (link: '> I embark through the threshold.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 22') ] }

She takes you in. { (link: '> ...')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 75') ] }

You expected the going to be rough, { (link: '> but my feet seem to know where to step.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 24') ] }

You don't hike, { (link: '> so much as dance through the brush.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 25') ] }

Roots that might trip underfoot, { (link: '> bow to catch my feet.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 27') ] }

Your colleagues laughed at you, called you hysterical. Your institution placed you on mandatory leave. Cops showed up at your door to perform a "wellness check" and "ask some questions relating to an ongoing investigation." { (link: '> From fraying thread, hangs sword above head.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 21') ] }

Branches that might block your path, { (link: '> give way to my passing.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 28') ] }

Thorns that might snag, { (link: '> kiss my skin like ravenous lovers.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 29') ] }

As you dance, your hunger abates, your weariness lifts. The boundaries that separate yourself and the woods grow vague. { (link: '> We have no need for such frivolities.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 30') ] }

The sounds of strange birds, insects, and creatures beyond your comprehension herald your passage. The dance carries on for what seems at the same time endlessly and brief. Your memory of your life outside these trees feels like a distant dream half-remembered. You find yourself speaking with the forest, baring your very soul to Her without uttering a word. { (link: '> I surrender myself to the ecstacy of our embrace.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 31') ] }

Odd. The dance seems to have stopped. { (link: '> I look around.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 32') ] }

You find yourself in a glade. You do not remember leaving the treeline, nor do you remember the setting of the sun. The moon now meets your gaze as you peer through the hole in the canopy. { (link: '> She is radiant. She is luminous. She is full. ')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 33') ] }

You are transfixed by her beauty. You feel yourself coming undone in her light. { (link: '> I fall to my knees.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 34') ] }

Your eyes overflow with emotion. You are overwhelmed to be graced by such divinity. { (link: '> I pray.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 35') ] }

You will your tongue to dance, though it sits firmly in place. { (link: '> A voice speaks in my head, in my stead.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 36') ] }

Speak not with haste, o child of these woods. Your dance has communed for you, and so you kneel before me. I have witnessed the ache in your heart, and come to soothe it. { (link: '> I weep.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 38') ] }

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You came here seeking change, did you not? This I may grant. Simply speak that which you desire most, and you shall be granted a form suited to your wish. Look deep within yourself, and tell me what it is that you desire most. { (link: '> To be loved.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Ending plushie') ] }

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At first you notice a tingling sensation. The tips of your fingers itch. { (link: '> I scratch them.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 40') ] }

You seem to be wearing the cutest pair of dark fuzzy mittens that you've ever laid eyes on. { (link: '> I look closer.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 42') ] }

As you inspect them, you realize they are slowly travelling along your skin. The warm sensations match the parts the gloves are covering. As the gloves pass over your wrists, the sensations explode. It doesn't itch, it tickles! { (link: '> I grab at the gloves.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 43') ] }

Your hands move together, but your nails feel... soft. Not just soft, but fuzzy too. Your hands start to itch. { (link: '> I look at my hands.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 41') ] }

Stifling a giggle, your right hand clasps onto your left. Your hands feel weak, and can't seem to gain purchase. Your paws slip uselessly off of each other. The gloves move down your forearms to your elbows. { (link: '> I use my mouth to take off the gloves.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 44') ] }

Your teeth grip the edges of the fabric, and the gloves stand firm when you pull. It feels as if your skin is being pulled on. { (link: '> I bite down on my hand in desperation.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 45') ] }

Your teeth sink into to soft plush. The fluff has reached your shoulders. { (link: '> I giggle.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 46') ] }

The fluff moves up your shoulders, and under your armpits. You thrash and buckle over, overwhelmed. { (link: '> I laugh.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 47') ] }

You struggle to catch your breath between fits of giggling and cries for mercy. The fluff moves over your chest, and changes texture, sprouting into billows of soft downy fur. The sensation shifts suddenly, and the tickles are replaced by a warm, fuzzy, sleepy feeling. { (link: '> I sigh with relief.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 48') ] }

With the tickle-torture over, you unclench the sore muscles in your face. A pleasant wave of relaxation washes outward from your chest. Your breasts and upper chest finish floofing up into an adorable cloudy mound of grey-white fluff. { (link: '> I touch it.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 49') ] }

You nuzzle your face into the billowy softness, and a stupid smile creeps onto your face. You feel a tickling below your armpits. Dread wells up. { (link: '> I laugh!')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 50') ] }

The tickles are moving from your extremely sensitive underarms to your weakest points. Your head feels light and your sides feel like they might split from the laughing. You brace your whole body just as the feelings reach the sides of your ribs, and they pause. { (link: '> I feel floaty.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 51') ] }

You touch your cute little paws to your sides, and feel two soft protrusions growing out of each side. { (link: '> No, not //growing// out, but rather...')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 52') ] }

That's right, your sides are staying where they are. It's the rest of you that is drawing inwards, shrinking while a second set of arms form where the base of your ribcage was a moment ago. Your thoughts and worries grow distant as you get smaller, { (link: '> and smaller,')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 53') ] }

and smaller, until there's no space left in your soft plushie head for anything besides absentminded fluffy bliss. { (link: '> I feel calm.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 54') ] }

The clearing around you seems to grow as your perspective shifts closer to the ground. { (link: '> I feel soft.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 55') ] }

You //''are''// soft. You sense a shift in your balance, and crane your neck to see your little tush has grown into a plushie moth abdomen. Actually, your whole body looks like the cutest little moth plushie you can imagine. { (link: '> I inspect my new shape.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 56') ] }

You try to move to see your arms, but nothing happens. You can't move anything below your neck. { (link: '> I look around.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 57') ] }

You see Her. No, you? No, ''Her''. You see what used to be your body standing above you, illuminated by the light of the moon. She looks like an angel from where you lay, looking down at you with a promise of salvation in her eyes. She kneels next to you, giving you a sense of scale of your new body. You are dwarfed in comparison to Her, and She speaks to you in your voice: "Oh what a poor little moth plushie! Did we get stuck halfway through changing?" { (link: '> I plead for help!')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 58') ] }

You try to speak, but you don't know where your mouth went. Your head feels stuffed thick with cotton, and trying to think feels toughies. The pretty lady scoops you up gently, her hands feel so nice on your tiny soft body. It's so nice being such a cute little toy like this. { (link: '> I blush. >w<')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 59') ] }

You feel like you //could// blush, but don't really know how you'd do that anymore! Instead, you feel fuzzy and warm ''all'' over. The places Her hands are touching you feel (text-style:"double-underline")[especially] nice. She holds you up to her chest and //squeezes// you ''tight'' in her arms. You feel all of the remaining tension in your body condensing into two small points, just above where you remember your shoulder blades being. Your stuffing feels like it might burst right out of you! { (link: '> I... burst?')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 72') ] }

The pretty lady scritches the top of your head with her fingers. Her nails against the soft fur on your head short circuit your thoughts, and fuzzy static is all you can feel in your head. The bliss over overwhelms you with the impulse to purr and squeeze your little moth paws. The petting pauses... { (link: '> I float in cotton-headed bliss.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 73') ] }

The pressure building up in you billows out of you through your back, taking any remaining physical discomfort along with it. The pretty lady loosens her hug, and you feel all floaty and empty-headed. Gentle petting fingers stroke your wings, each one sending waves of relaxation throughout your soft plushie body. { (link: '> M-my wings?')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 62') ] }

Your wings! The poofed right out of you when you got hugged, silly! { (link: '> Oh, right. ehehe.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 60') ] }

Her hands explore all over your body as she inspects you with a proud, admiring look on her face. "Oh you just turned out perfect, my little moth!" { (link: '> I\'m perfect!')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 64') ] }

"That's right." She coos, inspecting every inch of you. Her fingers run along your delicate stitching, which tickles a bit. She scritches and rubs your antennae, and you feel dizzy and disoriented. Pats and scritches down your wings relax and comfort your entire plushie body. The whole ordeal has you feeling so { (link: '> happy!')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 65') ] }

You don't have any worries anymore! You can barely remember what a worry even is. The word sounds so funny in your head. { (link: '> Worry. Ehehe, whireeeee. Wurry.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 66') ] }

You can barely remember much at all, actually, but there's a really pretty lady looking right into your eyes now! { (link: '> Me! A perfect plushie moth friend!')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 67') ] }

She leans in, and gives you a peck on your forehead. You feel so happy, so fuzzy, and so so so { (link: '> so loved.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 69') ] }

''You are loved!'' { (link: 'I am loved!')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 68') ] } { (link: 'credits')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'end') ] }

You //are// loved! { (link: 'I am loved!')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 71') ] }

You can advance to any chapter of the story through this menu. I recommend starting at chapter 1 if this if your first time experiencing this dialogue. { (link: 'Chapter 1: Setting the stage')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage') ] } { (link: 'Chapter 2: Trance induction')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 4') ] } { (link: 'Chapter 3: The precipice')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 15') ] } { (link: 'Chapter 4: The lady of the woods')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 32') ] } { (link: 'Ending: the part with the Moth-plushification')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Ending plushie') ] } { (link: 'Credits')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'end') ] }

You are ''loved''! { (link: 'I am loved!')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 68') ] }

You try to close your eyes to brace yourself, but plushies can't do that, silly! You feel as if a sneeze is coming on, and then... { (link: '> "Poof!"')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 61') ] }

Two fingers push through the fabric on your head. You feel a twinge of fear. Her fingers swim around the soft stuffing of your head, feeling around with lurid intent to find something. The sensations are indescribable as She penetrates your psyche. Your mind goes blank and a shiver runs down your soul as fingers find purchase on two //highly// sensitive loops of string on the inside back of your head. They slip into the loops, each little movement flooding your senses with noise. A fear of being broken beyond repair takes hold of you. You feel a tug in your mind as Her fingers begin to pull. { (link: '> Wwait wait wait waitwa-')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 74') ] }

The fear disappears. A ton of pent up anxiety you didn't know you had does too. Your head buzzes with a new silence, like the sounds you hear when entering a silent space after being surround by overwhelming background noise. Were you really carrying all those scary thoughts and feelings around in your silly moth head? You hadn't even noticed. Two charming little bushy antennae enter your line of sight, and you know they're yours! { (link: '> I\'m so cute...')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 63') ] }

Every step you take seems to bring you clarity. Each sight you pass stills your mind and focuses your senses. As you travel deeper and deeper into the woods, you feel the woods moving deeper and deeper into you. { (link: '> I embrace my purpose here.')[ (track: 'click', 'stop') (track: 'click', 'play') (goto: 'Untitled Passage 23') ] }

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