hey who wants to see me be super weird about TF
I wrote this alllll the way back in January after reading Mice Tea and Out Of Placers and realizing how much that particular kind of TF appealed to me.
You were a human, but due to shenanigans you find yourself transformed into a smaller, weaker, diminutive creature. You still have your human intelligence, but your new form is something that will be difficult to acclimate to.
Being much smaller than a human, weaker, you find yourself reliant on your friends for help and safety. It's not long before they've taken to carrying you around, despite your objections. They find you new clothes. Perhaps they're a little more.... dollish than you'd like. You're so cute and little now they can't help but dote on you.
Getting used to your new body, your new features and their limitations is taxing. Your mouth is different, so speaking has to be relearned. Your legs are much more different, walking is now an exercise in concentration, at least until you get used to it. Your large ears and tail betray you, showing your emotions clear as day to those around you. You can insist that having your new fur brushed and stroked by your friends isn't that great, but your swishy tail and relaxed ears insist otherwise. It feels glorious. Imagine the feeling of having your scalp scratched, amplify that euphoria, then put those nerves all over your body.
Your sensory perception is something bizarre you need to get used to. Your hearing, taste and smell are all significantly more powerful. Good food is incredible now, and due to your tiny size, everything feels so much bigger and louder. Your friends faces look huge, and every micro expression they make when talking to you is dramatically amplified. Their concern when you behave less.... human... is painfully apparent, despite them trying to hide it. The slightest frown at the corner of their mouth is extremely apparent to you.
Learning to fight your new mind is frightening. Your head is filled with new instincts, desires, compulsions that are difficult to resist. You try not to cave, fearing further transformation and loss of humanity, at least that's what you tell your friends. Honestly, you're more just embarrassed about your lack of self control, your compromised mental state making you act out in bizarre unexpected ways. You'll have brief lapses in lucidity where you find yourself doing things you didn't mean to do. It's embarrassing.
Despite trying to play it calm and cool, as you find yourself subconsciously leaning into these instincts, acting more like the creature you are now, doing things no human would do, the distress takes over. You break down, panicking. Your friends care about you, immediately scooping you up, doting over you, assuring you it will be okay. Your dynamic changes. They move closer to being carers. You're almost a pet. You insist they not treat you as a pet, but you accept there are some things you just need help with now. You're just too cute for them not to, if not just a little pathetic.
God, the food. Thanks to your heightened ability to taste and smell, some things are just incredible now. Things you wouldn't have cared about as a human, and other things a human would never dare put near their mouth. It's a goddamn religious experience sometimes. It almost makes you never want to change back. Almost.
Your position in society is changed. People don't treat you as highly as they did as a human, and so you end up even more reliant on your friends. In a world not designed with a creature like you in mind, your tiny stature and proportionally weaker muscles, navigating the world is just not possible any more. People need to get things off high places for you, open doors, lift you onto hard to reach places. You can no longer carry the things you used to. Even just your old phone is inconveniently heavy to carry. Not that you can use it like you used to. Your tiny, clawed fingers don't exactly make it easy to type.
As time goes on, your mental state adjusts. You accept this new form a lot more now. The compulsions and desires to do strange things no longer make you break out in a panic anymore, it's just part of what you need to do to soothe your racing mind. Get those scratches, gnaw on that object, cram that delicious food in your mouth. You accept the satisfaction these things bring now. You can appreciate the positive feelings.
Sure, your newfound limitations can be troubling at times. You're too small to do things you used to. There isn't a video game controller designed for you, so no more games, you guess. Your taste and digestion place new limits. There are some foods you used to like that taste foul now, and some normal human foods just make you violently ill. You insist you can walk, but you're just too small to get anywhere at a decent pace, much less without straining your tiny lungs, or making your already rapidly beating heart go into overdrive, nor is everywhere safe for you to wander. You begin to accept your friends just need to carry you sometimes.
The clothes you were given are incredibly uncomfortable. You can't tell if it's because they weren't designed with your unique anatomy in mind so much as a dolls, the terrible fabrics, the comparatively gigantic seams that were never meant to touch skin, much less snag your fur and pull it in unpleasant directions until you desperately need to be groomed lest you go nuts. Maybe it's another compulsion, an instinct to remove the clothes, like how a cat goes ballistic when you put a sweater on it. You can't tell if the shame of not wearing clothes is worse than the discomfort. Maybe you need to look into getting clothes custom made. That might be better. Finding the right fabric might be hard, at your size everything feels coarser than it used to.
There are times that you briefly forget you were ever human, and that your new behaviors are strange or embarrassing. You'll do something without even considering how people around you will react, not feeling like you're doing something wrong until after the fact
