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I can't keep up with this stupid experiment.

I thought that forcing myself to write a quick, stupid short story each day would get me back into writing and help my confidence. But it's just getting hard and harder each day, and I feel like they're getting shorter and crappier each time I put one up.

Not to mention that, at least partially, I decided to do this because I read that you have to do something for over 21 days before it becomes a habit. And now I've read that that's inaccurate; you need to do something for over 55 days straight for that to work.

I don't know if I've just had a particularly bad day, or if this genuinely isn't working for me or what. But I can't do it today. I just can't.

I can't guarantee that I'll be willing to write again tomorrow. So I can't say whether this is just an announcement of a day off, or an announcement I'm officially giving up.

I'm sorry.
Jesse sighed in bliss as he relaxed in the warm waters of the hot spring. It was the first day of the Japanese-style onsen's opening, and he had to admit it was pretty nice. He grinned as he glanced over at the women in tight, revealing swimsuits; to try and attract more customers, the onsen owners had decided to try a mixed bathing style. A light swat on his shoulder caught his attention and he turned back to his girlfriend.

"Hey, I wasn't looking, Stephanie..." he said with a nervous smile. The young woman just sighed and cuddled with him.

"See, I told you you'd like this..." she said with a giggle, and Jesse had to admit she had a point. He wasn't normally a fan of spa-type places, but this was really relaxing. Plus he had spotted something she hadn't on the way in. To celebrate their opening, the onsen was offering free geisha-style makeovers to anyone who came that day. Of course, Stephanie probably wouldn't go for it herself... which was why he had volunteered in her place. He chuckled as he remembering giving the woman at the counter Stephanie's details, before they headed into the changing rooms to switch to their bathing suits.

He smiled at his plan as he leaned back against the edge of the spring, closing his eyes as he relaxed in steaming water...

"Jesse?" Stephanie asked, but got no response. She felt his chest rising and falling under her head, causing her to look up in surprise. He was asleep! She knew they were relaxing but she didn't expect that. She sighed in defeat; she had long since realised what a heavy sleeper Jesse was. Guess she had no choice but to wait for him to wake up...

"Pardon me...?" A Japanese-accented voice spoke, catching Stephanie's attention. She glanced up at the middle-aged Asian woman in surprise. She bowed politely before nodding down at the clip-board in her hands. "You are Stephanie Kennedy, yes? You signed for makeover?"

"Makeover?" Stephanie asked, blinking in surprise. She glanced at her snoozing boyfriend, before a look of understanding came over her. So THAT'S what he was doing over at the counter when they first came in...! Signing her up for something without her permission. If she could wake him up, she would have given him a piece of her mind...

Sighing, she turned to the Japanese attendant. "No, sorry, my boyfr..." she stopped, thinking for a moment before an evil grin grew over her face. "No, I'm not Stephanie... HE is." She grinned, pointing to her boyfriend.

"Oh, yes, I remember!" the woman smiled. She clearly didn't understand enough about Western culture to identify male and female names, but she recognised the young man. She called over two of the workers, who easily lifted the napping boy out of the water and carried him off. Stephanie giggled as she watched them leave, waving bye to her sleeping beau.

* * *

Jesse groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Damn it, he must've fallen asleep... stupid relaxing spa thing. A giggle came from his left and he turned, seeing his dried and dressed girlfriend standing there. "Hey there, Jesse! Or as the Japanese say, Jesse-chan!"

"Huh? Steph, what...?" he began, before he realised that he wasn't wet... yet the last thing he remembered was relaxing in the hot spring. Curious, he glanced down at himself, and gasped at what he saw.

Instead of his trunks, or even regular clothing, he was clad in a pink kimono with cherry blossom petals embroidered into the hems, elaborate patterns styled into the fabric. Around his waist was a thick red ribbon (obi) that was tied in a large bow at his back. On his feet were thick white socks (tabi) on his feet, along with large black sandals (zori). Before he could speak, Stephanie produced a small compact mirror to confirm his expectations; his short blonde hair was hidden under a heavy black wig with flowery decorations, while his tan skin was hidden under thick white makeup. His eyebrows had been plucked and redrawn on, while the black eyeliner ringing his eyes was tinted red at the far corners. His lips were a deep crimson red.

"What... what the...!?" he asked in shocked, as Stephanie leaned in.

"Thought I didn't see you sign me up for the geisha makeover, Jesse-chan?" she asked teasingly, as Jesse felt his heart sink.

"Steph... I-I..." he began, before he felt a light peck on the cheek through the makeup.

"Consider this payback for checking out those girls earlier."

"Oh..." he breathed a sigh of relief. "Do, I... uh... do I have to head home like this?" he asked, blushing (though not that she could see).

"Of course!" she grinned, holding up a rucksack. "I've got your clothes right here. Now come along, Jesse-chan!" she giggled and took his hand, yanking him up off his feet.

"Wha... ah! S-Steph, wait!" he cried out as Stephanie hurried down the street, her new geisha-fied boyfriend toddling along behind her as fast as his kimono and zori would let him.
Next one. Next SUCKY one.

I feel I had a pretty cute idea, but I've had a pretty eventful day. I tried to get it done, both to prevent taking a break and to use the idea, but I just wasn't up to it and kind of gave up half way through. And I think it really shows.

But hey, I got it done. And that makes exactly one full week of writing, a story a day! That's got to count for something! And I'm still not done yet...
A clash of steel on bone resonated through the dungeon as the Warrior's blade cleaved through yet another skeleton, the bodies of monsters surrounding him as he struck down the few remaining dregs. He chuckled as he wiped his brow with a muscular arm, his well-tanned body riddled with scars. Ha, and they said he'd need a full party to get through this place... he was doing just fine! Heaving the enormous greatsword onto his shoulder, he passed through the doorway into the next room, seeing what these monsters were guarding. His eyes lit up when he saw the chest, sat upon a small stone pedestal. He grinned from ear to ear; jackpot! He rushed over and with a single mighty grunt, flung the heavy wooden lid open, shattering the lock with his bare hands, to reveal...

...a rose.

His grin instantly faded as he saw, not a king's ransom, but a single rose. A jewel rose with a silver stem, sure, but still just a rose. He scowled as he picked it up to examine it; the ruby bud was finely cut, unlike anything he'd ever seen. But he just couldn't get over the fact is was just one rose.

"Come on..." he grumbled. "I fought a small army for THIS? You gotta be kidding me..." he said with a scowl, before he tossed it over his shoulder and made for the door. He got roughly halfway before the rose hit the ground, and there was a loud BANG as it shattered, releasing a pink smoke.

"What the...!?" the Warrior yelled as he spun around, gasping as he found himself enveloped by the cloud. And as a result, inhaled a good portion of it. He coughed and spluttered as he choked on the sweet smelling gas, as the rest dissipated.

"Urgh! What... what the hell was that?" he demanded with a sigh. No fortune and he nearly choked to death. Stupid dungeon. He sighed and left the room, failing to notice that his beard had vanished.

"What a waste of time..." he grumbled to himself as he adjusted his sword on his shoulder. "All this time and preparation, only to get a useless trinket that... hoo..." he grunted and shifted his grip on his hilt. "Those monsters must have given me more of a work-out than I thought. My sword feels like it weighs a ton..." As he held the hilt with both hands, he let out a yelp of fright as it suddenly slipped out of his grip and clattered on the floor.

"Sonuva...!" he yelled, his deep voice cracking in surprise. He bent over to pick up his weapon, wincing and straining as he tried to haul it up as far as it would go, when something occurred to him. He was standing the blade up on it's tip... yet the top of his head barely reaching the crossguard. Normally the end of the hilt could easily reach his shoulders.

"What... did... did my sword grow?" he asked himself, his voice still squeaking slightly. He scowled and coughed a bit, clearing his throat to get it right. "Urgh... there we... AH!" he squealed (that's right, squealed) when he realised his voice had gotten even higher. "My voice... m-my sword..." his eyes quickly glanced down at himself, and he suddenly shrieked. "My MUSCLES!"

And indeed, his muscles had changed. Or rather, vanished. The mighty, chiselled physique, formed from years of fighting mighty beast and fierce dragons seemed to have withered away. His powerful tree-like arms seemed to have been replaced by twigs that would snap from the lightest pressure, and his barrel chest was more like a plank now.

"What... the what the hell's going on!?" he cried out in his childish voice. "What could've... wait... the rose!" he gasped, remembering the pink cloud. That damn rose must've been a trap! And now he looked like some sort of little kid! But it wasn't done yet, as his battle scars and callouses began to fade in front of his eyes.

"Wha... n-no!" he yelled as his precious trophies disappeared, just as his tan began to slowly lighten. His skin became soft and delicate to the touch as it became pale enough you would never guess how many adventures he had been on. Even despite all this, his body continued to shrink down, becoming smaller and smaller...

"Someone help me!" he squeaked, turning to run and leaving his sword behind. Less than half his original height now, his trousers flopped down to his ankles and tripped him up, his face hitting the stone floor as his clothing fell clean off his body. He let out a shriek of pain as he leapt to his feet, clutching his face as he tried desperately to hold back tears; tears of both pain from hitting the floor so hard, and of humiliation at such a simple injury could almost make him cry.

"Th-This can't be happening..." he whimpered, not noticing his wild hair starting to grow and lengthen, almost seeming to trim and cut itself in the right places to form a feminine style. He grabbed a handful of his new locks, watching it fade from almost-black to a pale pink.

"No... no... please, stop this!" he cried out. No one was around to hear his pleas as they became higher and higher, as his body became smaller and smaller. A small amount of fat began to form on each of his flat pectorals, forming into a pair of small breasts that suited his fragile frame, while his hips and butt rounded out. Was he... was he turning into a girl!? His tiny hand shot down to his crotch, and he found... well, IT was still there. But it had shrunk at an even greater rate than the rest of him, being even smaller than his little finger.

He opened his mouth to scream, just as something seemed to pop out of his back. His eyes wide, he looked over a slim shoulder to see a pair of large, gossamer wings extending from his shoulder blade, each wing even bigger than his entire body. Which wasn't even that large, as the shrinking finally stopped, leaving him at a teeny six inches tall.

The former warrior could only stare at his new body in shock, his dainty fingers clenching into fists in a vain attempt to look manly. He was... he was a fairy. He had been transformed into a tiny, girly pixie!

"Well, hello there..." a voice spoke. The transformed human spun around, finding himself face-to-chest with a green-skinned goblin, a head taller than him with a smug smirk on his face. "Don't find many cuties like you down here..."

"St-stay away from me..." the Warrior commanded, but it lost something when his voice sounded like a six-year-old on helium. Before he even had time to turn and run, the goblin grabbed him, one arm around the fae's waist and hoisted him up.

"Aw, don't be like that! I promise I won't hurt ya..." he crooned. He smirked and suddenly pressed his lips to his prize's, the Warrior screaming through it and kicking his skinny legs. The goblin grinned and pulled back, giving the Warrior a playful swat on his soft ass, eliciting another squeal.

"Come on, babe, let me show you to my pals!" he laughed, carrying the human-turned-fairy off into one of the small cracks between the stonework.
Simon Stevenson smiled as he walked through the streets, the lights flickering in night. It was his last week before getting married, and his friends had arranged a special night out for him. They had often been teasing him for his choice to keep his virginity until marriage, so he could probably guess at what was going to make the night "special". He sighed, guessing he'd have to disappoint a certain woman tonight...

As he approached the club where his bachelor party was being held, his eyes caught sight of a poster. The sight of a man's face caked in makeup adorned it, with the words "Female Impersonators" framing it stood out to him. He felt his face contort in disgust.

"Urgh... those guys planned to bring me to a drag show?" he muttered. "Real funny. As if I'd be caught dead going anywhere near a bunch of freaks like that!"

He turned and began to storm off... only to walk face-first into the cleavage of a towering drag queen, clad in a tight dress. "Freaks, are we, pretty boy?" he asked. Before Simon could answer, the performer grabbed him, and he found himself being dragged in the backdoor.

* * *

Johnny sighed as he sat at the table with Simon's other friends, glancing at his watch in irritation. "Damn it, Simon... where the hell is he?" he asked in frustration, as the lights dimmed and the stage lights shone down on the stage. Oh well, guess his prank wasn't going to work out anyway.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a slight change in plan..." a voice announced. "Instead of your planned entertainment, please give a warm welcome to our newest performer, Sexeh Sugartits!"

The curtain pulled back to reveal a drag performer, done up to the nines. His feet were squeezed into a pair of towering purple platform heels, leading upto his freshly shaved legs clad in hot pink pantyhose. The tight violet minidress clung to his false curves, no doubt the result of a corset and hip padding, up to a pair of monstrous false breasts that threatened to pop out of his dress. His arms were clad in long gloves, same purple as the dress and shows, and a white feather boa was draped over his shoulders. Thick, trashy makeup hid his features, but not his panicked expression, while towering cyan hair and guady jewellery completed the look.

Music started to play, and Sexeh gulped before slowly raising the microphone to his lips.

"I made it through the wilderness... somehow I made it throu-hough..."
Next part of the experiment.

Quite frankly, I probably should have skipped today. I've had a particularly bad day and really did not want to write today. But the purpose of the experiment is to get SOMETHING out each day until it's over, so i forced myself anyway. If I go back to redo ANY of these short stories, I think this will be at the top of the list.
"Bye, sweetie!" Lucy's mother called out as she left for work. The ten year old waved bye as she stood beside her five years her senior's brother, Timothy. The car pulled away, and the older boy looked down at his little sister.

"Alright, runt." he spoke in a sharp tone. "My friends are going to be here in a couple of hours, and I'm tired. So go head upstairs and get out of my hair for a little while." He ordered, striding into the living room and flopping down on the couch. Lucy watched, a pout on her face as she began to make her way upstairs. This was always how it was; he would get put in charge, and then send her to her room for some dumb reason. She always hated it. It wasn't as if he didn't get enough sleep; the big goon could be heard snoring every night. And he had the cheek to tell her to get out of his hair? A herd of elephants wouldn't be able to wake the snoring lummox!

She stopped halfway up the stairs and glanced over her shoulder. Slowly a grin came over her face. Oh, this was too good an opportunity to waste. She hurried the rest of the way up the stairs, heading into her room to gather what she would need.

~~2 Hours Later~~

Timothy was awoken by the ringing of the doorbell. His eyes rose half way as he slowly sat up. "Oh, comin'..." he mumbled and stood up, making his way to the door. If he was fully awake, he might have noticed the swish around his hips, or feel the toy he was cuddling to his chest.

"Hey guys!" he said with a smile as he opened the door. His four friends' eyes all went wide for a second, before they burst into laughter. Timothy looked confused and glanced downward, and instantly screamed.

Pink. Lots and lots of pink. A lacy pink bodice clung to his chest. Puffy pink sleeves were over his shoulders. A frilly pink skirt hung around his hips, poofed out by filly pink petticoats. A hot pink teddybear was even being held in his arms. The only part of his current apparel that wasn't pink were the frilly white gloves, glittery white tights, and shiny black Mary-Jane shoes. Horrified, he rushed inside to look at the mirror hanging in the hall. His short black hair was hidden under an array of thick blonde sausage curls, and his face was made up with face paints; his eyelids blue, lips pink and red circles adorned his cheeks, his eyes ringed with black marker. A huge pink bow sat atop his golden locks, like a cherry on top of a sundae.

"Wow, Tim! Pink is SO your colour!" one of his friends laughed.

"Yeah! Or should it be Tiffany now?" another teased.

Tim blushed brightly, even under the red circles and turned to them. "C-Come on, guys, this isn't fu-" he began, only for his smooth sole to catch on one of Lucy's discarded toys, causing his leg to slide from under him. He fell onto his back, giving his friends an upskirt.

"Oh my god!" one of them yelled between laughter. "He's even wearing panties!"

Timothy felt tears well up in his eyes as he forced the skirt down, before he scrambled to his feet and rushed upstairs, away from the laughs and jeers as his face burned with shame. Lucy watched from her room, grinning devilishly. She shut the door, and as if on cue heard another scream come from her brother's room. That would be him discovering the generous helpings of glue she filled his wig with. She wondered how long before he learned the face paint would take at least a day to wash off, too...?
Next part of my experiment. Probably should have skipped today, as I didn't get much sleep and have been nodding off all day, but the focus of this experiment is to get me writing again, so quantity over quality is unfortunately the catch of the day.

Fun fact: I was originally going to do either "Demon" or "Drag Queen" today, but I noticed people seem to prefer the cutesy-style outfits like ballerina's and stuff. So I decided to give the popular "Doll" a try instead. The costume in this one was inspired primarily by :iconlorddragonmaster:'s Joani's usual apparel.
  • Mood: Shame
I can't keep up with this stupid experiment.

I thought that forcing myself to write a quick, stupid short story each day would get me back into writing and help my confidence. But it's just getting hard and harder each day, and I feel like they're getting shorter and crappier each time I put one up.

Not to mention that, at least partially, I decided to do this because I read that you have to do something for over 21 days before it becomes a habit. And now I've read that that's inaccurate; you need to do something for over 55 days straight for that to work.

I don't know if I've just had a particularly bad day, or if this genuinely isn't working for me or what. But I can't do it today. I just can't.

I can't guarantee that I'll be willing to write again tomorrow. So I can't say whether this is just an announcement of a day off, or an announcement I'm officially giving up.

I'm sorry.


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Pronon1990 Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
U rp
ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2015
Not if you're going to do it like that.
Pronon1990 Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
In what way
ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2015
I'm not doing this again.
griever789 Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2014
hm I don't reccomand looking at it but I figure I tell you some asshole really shitted on your sonic new look story…

but on the bright side it apparently one of the most popular tg story on the internet according to this asshat.
ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014
Then why did you show me it?
griever789 Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014
figure you should at least be aware of someone shitting on you incase you can like contact a mod or something to take it down....
ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014
*sigh* What difference would it make?
SubPhantom Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
do u think u can write a yugioh 5ds leo's new look
ShinnokRaiden Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014
Hmmm... that's a tough one. I'm not very familiar with the Yu-Gi-Oh series outside of some episodes of the original and the Abridged series. On the other hand I looked Leo up and he does seem like he'd be fairly easy to do, since he already impersonated his twin sister once...

Sorry, but I'm going to have to give my usual non-committal answer: I'll consider, but I can't promise anything.
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