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TF Treasures: “Squeaky Queen” - [TF and Story]

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NEXT - Chapter 3 (already out)!: www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…

Abigail, after helping out the shopkeeper of the newly-renamed “Trivet’s TF Treasures”, brought home the silver crown which she knew would transform her (at least partially) into a mouse. Like, the mouse TFs in the remake of The Witches were disappointing as hell. When she saw it, she thought to herself, “There isn’t any purpley bubbly stuff in real TFs”, before immediately thinking herself silly for subconsciously implying that “real TFs” existed. But now real TFs did exist, and she wanted to take home the real deal.

It was the second TF item she’d brought home from that TF jewelry store. With a small few of Abigail’s suggestions, business was already booming — and the store now no longer does that “cursed store that magically disappears after you leave” thing! Trivet Slicker renamed the store, and took Abigail up on the offer for a new logo for the shopfront.
She was a bit embarrassed and self-conscious about having to commission a logo. She owned (well, continued to pay for the subscription to) the whole Creative Cloud Suite, but hardly ever used any of the programs. She chuckled to herself, at herself (both humored and humiliated) — a marketing major who can’t use Illustrator! And she’d often say in comments on DeviantArt, “This photomanip is so good, omg! Lol I can hardly draw a stick figure”, but that wasn’t entirely true. In actuality, every drawing she did of herself ended up looking like a distorted funhouse mirror, a drawing which always made her feel worse afterward.

When she arrived home, she sat down in front of the mirror to put on the mouse crown. Once she did, something immediately felt a little bit off. Now that she’d done the whole TF experience before having taken home that golden Golden Retriever crown, she was able to notice that this one felt... different.
She shuddered upon experiencing a weird sensation — not the itchiness that comes with fur forming across your entire body; she’d done that already with dog hair — but what, in this case, felt like a small invisible mouse scampering out from the crown and onto her.
She realized that part of the odd sensation she felt when wearing the dog crown wasn’t just the physical transformation. She realized that she could feel the spirit of the animal residing within the crown, as if its spirit was imbued into the crown itself. It seemed his crown contained the soul and energy of a small mouse within it.

Soon she could feel the spirit’s sensations and animalistic instincts, with the animal’s emotions existing alongside her own. She deduced retroactively that the reason she didn’t notice with the first crown was that the excitement of the Golden Retriever (towards life in general) had blended in with her excitement to try on the crown, and the whole time, the spirit was just excitedly chilling by her side. This was different. With the mouse, the strongest emotion was fear.

As the mouse’s fear washed over Abigail, the color washed out from her skin (which visibly became a pale white). Both Abigail and the mouse now alarmed, the thin hair on Abigail’s arms stood on end with immediacy and nervous energy. The mouse’s spirit reacted and hid with fright, scurrying away and darting quickly down Abigail’s back, leaving in its wake a long fleshy wormlike tail now growing where it had run on Abigail’s body. With this cold sensation running down her leg, Abigail shivered and shrank a little in her seat. She heard herself emit a small squeak, a sound she was horrified to hear come from her own body; she became sick to her stomach.
And she had reason to be nauseous — her nose slightly widening and turning pink, Abigail’s olfactory senses had increased enough that she could now smell the scent of her own fear. In response to this, as the mouse in the crown tried to sense for danger, Abigail also felt her sense of hearing improve drastically, as her ears slightly swiveled to face forward while enlarging and growing almost-comically oversized. As she grinded her teeth with nervousness, her two top incisors sharpened and stuck out of her closed lips, as Abigail watched her face twist and contort, reshaping into an exaggerated rodentlike carnival-mirror of her own former self-image (but now staring back at her in a regular mirror, not in a funhouse one or in her head). She winced at how her appearance now looked like how a drawing of her pre-braces self would look if drawn by a rude caricature artist. No, she thought, it was as if the artist of her hurtful caricature portrait was her (the one person with enough knowledge of what insecurities or features to accentuate to not get paid for the drawing).
Abigail felt an overwhelming wave of shame and embarrassment, unsure if this feeling was the mouse’s or her own. However, the lack of internal response in her head from the mouse spirit answered her question for her. She blushed, ashamed, but the blood only rushed to her oversized ears and distended nose; the rest of her color looking drained by comparison. She tried not to cry.

Abigail’s dark blonde hair quickly turned completely gray — stark white at the roots — possibly from her own stress being accentuated, or possibly upon experiencing the stress of this creature’s life and existence. Or, maybe, its former life and existence?, Abigail pondered. She felt the changes stop, almost in affirmation of this thought. She deduced that her assumption was correct — this mouse once too was alive, and its soul is now bound tightly to this crown. In experiencing the emotions it once felt, she now understood the spirit that hid inside her.
She deduced that, with her thoughts, she was able to communicate with the crown’s spirit — and inadvertently already had. Her suppressed self-loathing had only accelerated the changes that had brought that self-image back, and scared the spirit away.

If she could feel this thing’s spirit, maybe this spirit could hear her. She thought quietly, “It’s okay, little buddy. I understand. You can come out now.”
Abigail felt the timid murine spirit open up to her, just as her spirit had opened up to the mouse.
She continued. “I don’t know what you’ve been through — or how you... died? Is that how these spirits work? — but I just wanted to let you know that... you’re not weak. You’re not small; you’re not vulnerable; you’re not powerless.”
Abigail felt something. It was still a new thing for her (and a bit odd, having a silent one-way conversation with an invisible spirit whose emotions were currently grafted onto hers), but she immediately knew exactly what was meant when in her head she heard-- no, felt-- the mouse’s wordless, invisible, silent response, loud-and-clear.
Abigail continued: “You’re not ugly; you’re not disgusting; you’re not unimportant. So sorry you had to hear all that.” She felt a response from the spirit, the equivalent of some sort of “No, I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”
Abigail replied back, “You didn’t; I did! This was... actually really helpful. But, like, you’re not alone. I’m here. You’re here with me; I’m here for you.”

While she couldn’t see this invisible spirit, she undoubtedly felt its presence. It slowly climbed back up Abigail’s tail — the fleshiness of her new appendage still an odd sensation — but didn’t shudder as it ascended up the small of her back. Once it spent some time perched there, she felt the mouse spirit dance along her shoulders, leaving behind it a trail of fine white hairs growing out of her skin. It tickled a bit.
The mouse caught Abigail by surprise, playfully crawling onto her face. In the mirror, as the invisible mouse ran over them, Abigail could see her eyebrows — from which for months she’d plucked a single recurring gray hair that always bothered her — go completely gray. She didn’t mind.
Abigail’s irises briefly flashed bright red, then settled into a radiant crimson. She could see from the mouse’s eyes, and it could see through hers. They were one and the same.
While originally concerned about what would happen with the mouse spirit when the crown was removed, she received an internal response from the spirit that it would be fine. Additionally, after befriending the spirit, the two (in conjunction) could choose together how much of the creature showed itself and came out in Abigail’s appearance. Abigail realized that she could return to a fully human appearance even with the crown still on, but she didn’t. She wanted to stay there like that — a perfect balanced half-and-half, equally resembling both the spirit and herself — for at least a little while.

For this brief moment in time, Abigail and the mouse’s souls were one.
And that soul felt happy. That soul felt free.
That soul felt pretty (and pretty darn cute). That soul felt beautiful.
That soul felt proud. That soul felt confident — and, for one half (and possibly the other), for the first time.
With buck teeth and puffed-up cheeks, Abigail smiled a toothy grin, both the mouse’s and her own.
Today, together, they felt powerful. They felt royal. They were a queen.

NEXT - Chapter 3 (already out): www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
--
This is Part 2 of “TF Treasures / Abigail’s Magical Jewelry”, a series of images/photomorphs playing originally started from wanting to put a twist on the classic TF trope of the “mysterious shopkeeper”.
Please be sure to check out Part 1, which has the original story that this is a continuation of!

Chapter 1: “Retriever of Gold” (a Dog TF photomorph, + the original story): www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
Chapter 2: “Squeaky Queen” (a Mouse TF photomorph + story): ...[you are here]
Chapter >:3 - “Tabbigail” (a Cat TF photomorph + story): www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
Chapter 4 - “Dairy Queen” (a Cow TF photomorph sequence + story):
part 1: www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
part 2: www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
part 3: www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
Chapter 5: ??? (with another different animal TF, and a continuation of the story): [coming soon!]

Originally started as part of a trade with the amazing photomorpher bobbyj251 , who provided the original image!

Anyway, this is my 4th ever Animal TF photomanip (and 2nd TF story), so please feel free to leave constructive feedback (but please be kind, haha)! I’m genuinely pretty proud of this story!
--

Description of Image: [Photo of a young woman in a house, edited to look as if transforming into a mouse. She is wearing a silver tiara-like crown, with a few smooth pastel-colored gemstones adorned across the front of it. Her skin is now pale, somewhere between peach and light gray, and her face and both of her shoulders are dusted with fine white hairs resembling a mouse’s fur. She is smiling, now with large puffy cheeks, a pink nose, and protruding buck teeth. Her long previously-dark-blonde hair is now completely gray, and her eyes’ blueish irises are now bright red in the center. Her ear, protruding out from the edge of her face — still a human ear, but now oversized and fuzzy — is now the same grayish-peach color as her skin, and a bright salmon pink color along the edges. Poking up from the right side of the image, a large pink mouse tail, curled inward at the tip, can be seen. The artist's watermark, "proriruryeet 2021", appears faintly, next to her head.]

Photomanipulation/edit by me.

Original photo provided by bobbyj251 (bobbyj251 ). Picture used with permission.
Mouse stock photo (used for the tail): assets.webiconspng.com/uploads…
I do not own the rights to the original image used for this photo-manipulation (photomanipulation falls under fair-use protection in the U.S.); ...if the owner or subject requests its removal I shall do so. -proriruryeet

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TF Treasures: “Squeaky Queen” - [TF and Story]

PREVIOUS - Chapter 1: www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
CURRENT - Chapter 2: [you are here]
NEXT - Chapter 3 (already out)!: www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…

Abigail, after helping out the shopkeeper of the newly-renamed “Trivet’s TF Treasures”, brought home the silver crown which she knew would transform her (at least partially) into a mouse. Like, the mouse TFs in the remake of The Witches were disappointing as hell. When she saw it, she thought to herself, “There isn’t any purpley bubbly stuff in real TFs”, before immediately thinking herself silly for subconsciously implying that “real TFs” existed. But now real TFs did exist, and she wanted to take home the real deal.

It was the second TF item she’d brought home from that TF jewelry store. With a small few of Abigail’s suggestions, business was already booming — and the store now no longer does that “cursed store that magically disappears after you leave” thing! Trivet Slicker renamed the store, and took Abigail up on the offer for a new logo for the shopfront.
She was a bit embarrassed and self-conscious about having to commission a logo. She owned (well, continued to pay for the subscription to) the whole Creative Cloud Suite, but hardly ever used any of the programs. She chuckled to herself, at herself (both humored and humiliated) — a marketing major who can’t use Illustrator! And she’d often say in comments on DeviantArt, “This photomanip is so good, omg! Lol I can hardly draw a stick figure”, but that wasn’t entirely true. In actuality, every drawing she did of herself ended up looking like a distorted funhouse mirror, a drawing which always made her feel worse afterward.

When she arrived home, she sat down in front of the mirror to put on the mouse crown. Once she did, something immediately felt a little bit off. Now that she’d done the whole TF experience before having taken home that golden Golden Retriever crown, she was able to notice that this one felt... different.
She shuddered upon experiencing a weird sensation — not the itchiness that comes with fur forming across your entire body; she’d done that already with dog hair — but what, in this case, felt like a small invisible mouse scampering out from the crown and onto her.
She realized that part of the odd sensation she felt when wearing the dog crown wasn’t just the physical transformation. She realized that she could feel the spirit of the animal residing within the crown, as if its spirit was imbued into the crown itself. It seemed his crown contained the soul and energy of a small mouse within it.

Soon she could feel the spirit’s sensations and animalistic instincts, with the animal’s emotions existing alongside her own. She deduced retroactively that the reason she didn’t notice with the first crown was that the excitement of the Golden Retriever (towards life in general) had blended in with her excitement to try on the crown, and the whole time, the spirit was just excitedly chilling by her side. This was different. With the mouse, the strongest emotion was fear.

As the mouse’s fear washed over Abigail, the color washed out from her skin (which visibly became a pale white). Both Abigail and the mouse now alarmed, the thin hair on Abigail’s arms stood on end with immediacy and nervous energy. The mouse’s spirit reacted and hid with fright, scurrying away and darting quickly down Abigail’s back, leaving in its wake a long fleshy wormlike tail now growing where it had run on Abigail’s body. With this cold sensation running down her leg, Abigail shivered and shrank a little in her seat. She heard herself emit a small squeak, a sound she was horrified to hear come from her own body; she became sick to her stomach.
And she had reason to be nauseous — her nose slightly widening and turning pink, Abigail’s olfactory senses had increased enough that she could now smell the scent of her own fear. In response to this, as the mouse in the crown tried to sense for danger, Abigail also felt her sense of hearing improve drastically, as her ears slightly swiveled to face forward while enlarging and growing almost-comically oversized. As she grinded her teeth with nervousness, her two top incisors sharpened and stuck out of her closed lips, as Abigail watched her face twist and contort, reshaping into an exaggerated rodentlike carnival-mirror of her own former self-image (but now staring back at her in a regular mirror, not in a funhouse one or in her head). She winced at how her appearance now looked like how a drawing of her pre-braces self would look if drawn by a rude caricature artist. No, she thought, it was as if the artist of her hurtful caricature portrait was her (the one person with enough knowledge of what insecurities or features to accentuate to not get paid for the drawing).
Abigail felt an overwhelming wave of shame and embarrassment, unsure if this feeling was the mouse’s or her own. However, the lack of internal response in her head from the mouse spirit answered her question for her. She blushed, ashamed, but the blood only rushed to her oversized ears and distended nose; the rest of her color looking drained by comparison. She tried not to cry.

Abigail’s dark blonde hair quickly turned completely gray — stark white at the roots — possibly from her own stress being accentuated, or possibly upon experiencing the stress of this creature’s life and existence. Or, maybe, its former life and existence?, Abigail pondered. She felt the changes stop, almost in affirmation of this thought. She deduced that her assumption was correct — this mouse once too was alive, and its soul is now bound tightly to this crown. In experiencing the emotions it once felt, she now understood the spirit that hid inside her.
She deduced that, with her thoughts, she was able to communicate with the crown’s spirit — and inadvertently already had. Her suppressed self-loathing had only accelerated the changes that had brought that self-image back, and scared the spirit away.

If she could feel this thing’s spirit, maybe this spirit could hear her. She thought quietly, “It’s okay, little buddy. I understand. You can come out now.”
Abigail felt the timid murine spirit open up to her, just as her spirit had opened up to the mouse.
She continued. “I don’t know what you’ve been through — or how you... died? Is that how these spirits work? — but I just wanted to let you know that... you’re not weak. You’re not small; you’re not vulnerable; you’re not powerless.”
Abigail felt something. It was still a new thing for her (and a bit odd, having a silent one-way conversation with an invisible spirit whose emotions were currently grafted onto hers), but she immediately knew exactly what was meant when in her head she heard-- no, felt-- the mouse’s wordless, invisible, silent response, loud-and-clear.
Abigail continued: “You’re not ugly; you’re not disgusting; you’re not unimportant. So sorry you had to hear all that.” She felt a response from the spirit, the equivalent of some sort of “No, I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”
Abigail replied back, “You didn’t; I did! This was... actually really helpful. But, like, you’re not alone. I’m here. You’re here with me; I’m here for you.”

While she couldn’t see this invisible spirit, she undoubtedly felt its presence. It slowly climbed back up Abigail’s tail — the fleshiness of her new appendage still an odd sensation — but didn’t shudder as it ascended up the small of her back. Once it spent some time perched there, she felt the mouse spirit dance along her shoulders, leaving behind it a trail of fine white hairs growing out of her skin. It tickled a bit.
The mouse caught Abigail by surprise, playfully crawling onto her face. In the mirror, as the invisible mouse ran over them, Abigail could see her eyebrows — from which for months she’d plucked a single recurring gray hair that always bothered her — go completely gray. She didn’t mind.
Abigail’s irises briefly flashed bright red, then settled into a radiant crimson. She could see from the mouse’s eyes, and it could see through hers. They were one and the same.
While originally concerned about what would happen with the mouse spirit when the crown was removed, she received an internal response from the spirit that it would be fine. Additionally, after befriending the spirit, the two (in conjunction) could choose together how much of the creature showed itself and came out in Abigail’s appearance. Abigail realized that she could return to a fully human appearance even with the crown still on, but she didn’t. She wanted to stay there like that — a perfect balanced half-and-half, equally resembling both the spirit and herself — for at least a little while.

For this brief moment in time, Abigail and the mouse’s souls were one.
And that soul felt happy. That soul felt free.
That soul felt pretty (and pretty darn cute). That soul felt beautiful.
That soul felt proud. That soul felt confident — and, for one half (and possibly the other), for the first time.
With buck teeth and puffed-up cheeks, Abigail smiled a toothy grin, both the mouse’s and her own.
Today, together, they felt powerful. They felt royal. They were a queen.

NEXT - Chapter 3 (already out): www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
--
This is Part 2 of “TF Treasures / Abigail’s Magical Jewelry”, a series of images/photomorphs playing originally started from wanting to put a twist on the classic TF trope of the “mysterious shopkeeper”.
Please be sure to check out Part 1, which has the original story that this is a continuation of!

Chapter 1: “Retriever of Gold” (a Dog TF photomorph, + the original story): www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
Chapter 2: “Squeaky Queen” (a Mouse TF photomorph + story): ...[you are here]
Chapter >:3 - “Tabbigail” (a Cat TF photomorph + story): www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
Chapter 4 - “Dairy Queen” (a Cow TF photomorph sequence + story):
part 1: www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
part 2: www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
part 3: www.deviantart.com/proriruryee…
Chapter 5: ??? (with another different animal TF, and a continuation of the story): [coming soon!]

Originally started as part of a trade with the amazing photomorpher bobbyj251 , who provided the original image!

Anyway, this is my 4th ever Animal TF photomanip (and 2nd TF story), so please feel free to leave constructive feedback (but please be kind, haha)! I’m genuinely pretty proud of this story!
--

Description of Image: [Photo of a young woman in a house, edited to look as if transforming into a mouse. She is wearing a silver tiara-like crown, with a few smooth pastel-colored gemstones adorned across the front of it. Her skin is now pale, somewhere between peach and light gray, and her face and both of her shoulders are dusted with fine white hairs resembling a mouse’s fur. She is smiling, now with large puffy cheeks, a pink nose, and protruding buck teeth. Her long previously-dark-blonde hair is now completely gray, and her eyes’ blueish irises are now bright red in the center. Her ear, protruding out from the edge of her face — still a human ear, but now oversized and fuzzy — is now the same grayish-peach color as her skin, and a bright salmon pink color along the edges. Poking up from the right side of the image, a large pink mouse tail, curled inward at the tip, can be seen. The artist's watermark, "proriruryeet 2021", appears faintly, next to her head.]

Photomanipulation/edit by me.

Original photo provided by bobbyj251 (bobbyj251 ). Picture used with permission.
Mouse stock photo (used for the tail): assets.webiconspng.com/uploads…
I do not own the rights to the original image used for this photo-manipulation (photomanipulation falls under fair-use protection in the U.S.); ...if the owner or subject requests its removal I shall do so. -proriruryeet