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The night was still, as Zeydaan is currently relaxing in their bedroom alone on after an uneventful but passive day. Everything was quiet. Everything was peaceful. Everything felt… just right. Distant birds chirping, and tree leaves gently rustling in the spring wind in the background provided a nice ambience to the wolf’s solitude, preventing things from becoming a little too quiet. Alas, this state of tranquillity they found themselves in was not to last, as the mood is shattered by a loud banging noise coming from downstairs.

The wolf’s brow furrows into a disgruntled frown, an aggravated sigh escaping their mouth. Maybe I should just ignore it? They ponder to themselves, though as if on cue, the knocking starts again, making this idea untenable – whoever was knocking was not going to leave until someone answered the door. Pained by this fact, Zeydaan resigns themselves to this, and gets up off of their bed, making their way out of the room, through the hallway, and down the stairs. They scratch the back of their head, opening their eyes wide and stretching a little as to awaken themselves in preparation to greet this unexpected guest. They reach out to undo the latch on the front door, and then open it up.

“Hey there, who is thi-“ they begin, although to their surprise, no one is there to greet them. Instead, a small, cardboard box has been left upon the porch floor, with no one else in sight. Stepping out to look around for a brief moment, the wolf can’t find anyone hanging around in the immediate vicinity that could’ve possibly deposited this package here, leaving them rather befuddled as to how it could’ve ended up here. Had it been dropped? Or maybe it had been there for a while, and some prankster had coincidently knocked on the door and run off? Anything is possible really, as they lean down and pick it up, holding the package underarm as they take it back inside - gently closing the front door behind them with their leg.

They enter the living room, setting the mysterious box down upon the coffee table before Zeydaan plops down onto the sofa to observe it. It looks very unassuming. A simple, unmarked cardboard box which had been sealed with some grey duct tape, and nothing more. The wolf leans forward, using the claw on their index finger to puncture the tape, as they proceed to slice it open. The digit travels from one side of the box to the other, and when they then break inside, they find… a costume? It’s coloured with a mixture of black and neon green, seeming to be a rather slim fitting garment, and intended for someone with a more feminine shape than what Zeydaan has. This is all that they can gather from their inspection, holding it out at arm’s length to get a better look. The fabric is smooth and elasticated for comfort, though still thick enough to seem rather durable at the same time – this clearly wasn’t a simple Halloween costume, that’s for sure.

Who on earth would leave such a thing at their doorstep, though? Zeydaan simply couldn’t get their head around it, as the lay the suit beside them on the sofa and throw the now empty box into the recycling bin. They sit by their costume, taking the occasional glance at it before noticing something rather strange that they has missed before. At the very top of the collar section, there was a small, black button. It was hard to see – Zeydaan had simply assumed that it was part of the pattern of the clothing before, as they bring it closer to them. Without a solid reason to not press it, they bring their finger to the button and rest it there, feeling it. It protruded out of the costume, only very slightly. Pressing down upon it, the button making a muffled clicking noise in response.

Nothing seems to happen at first, though this was not to last. A dim, emerald glow comes to envelop the whole thing, prompting Zeydaan to shuffle back on their sofa in shock, as the light increases in luminosity before the fabric begins to warp and shift! It was like the suit was caught in an invisible wind… waves rippled through the fabric, much like a sail in a sea breeze. “What the hell!? What is this thing?” Zeydaan exclaims, sliding off of the sofa and backing up even more, their furry back now up against the wall, putting approximately four meters between them and the suit as it begins to levitate… and then, it… flies?

The suit whips through the air, propelled by some unobservable force not unlike Dr. Strange’s cape moves, until it stops dead in the air, about a meter off of the carpet. Despite it obviously not having any facial features, it felt as if it was a living being, and now staring directly at the wolf. “W-What… what are yo-“ they start, however, the suit suddenly rushes at them! Swirling around and around their body, the speed makes it nigh impossible to grapple or stop, as Zeydaan frantically tries to shove it away from them. After a few seconds of this strange dance between the two entities, the suit opens up and wraps itself around Zeydaan, quickly sealing back up as they are stuck within it. They claw and scratch at the fabric, though it is seemingly too durable to tear, as it starts to pulse with green light once more. However, in this instance, it seemed to be different – they could feel it this time, like some kind of energy was going through their body…

Without them noticing, Zeydaan’s eyes start to change, shifting from a pale red to a shade of green not too dissimilar from the green colour that is on their new, unwanted attire that they were wearing. This process stings a small amount, making their eyes water whilst their eyelashes grow longer and more effeminate. During this time, Zeydaan continues to pull on the suit that is clinging to them. It gets tighter, revealing their frame rather well as it applies considerable amounts of pressure in certain places. Zeydaan feels their waist getting compressed, as it narrows more and more. All of their limbs are forcibly slenderised too, as unbeknownst to them, their fur starts to recede back into them, leaving just smooth skin behind. “Get off! Just… gah… I don’t… want this thing… on me…” Zeydaan mutters, short of breath and unsure as to what to say, as the pressure being applied to them makes it hard to catch their breath.

The wolf’s claws start to weaken, getting shorter simultaneously, as any remaining fur upon their hands vanish. The colour of their skin is now pale, though with a very subtle green tint to it – this didn’t look particularly healthy, they privately think to themselves. Their paw pads are the next target of the changes, as like their fur, they start to shrink, miniaturing as if they are retreating back into Zeydaan’s body to hide. There’s seemingly nothing that can be done to halt this process, allowing them to only watch helplessly as a mere spectator, as their hands become human. Befuddled by this, they open and close their hands, look at both the back and the palms, wiggle their fingers around - these little tests confirmed that Zeydaan was still in control of their body, or at least, for the time being. Alas, their experimentation is interrupted by a sudden cramping sensation, the source of which was coming from their groin.

Falling to their knees, Zeydaan curls up into a ball, feeling their private parts getting altered. The suit was applying a great pressure all over at the same time, as this leaves Zeydaan definitely as a ‘she’ now. To follow this up, a sensation somewhat like pins and needles can be felt upon her chest. Glancing down, Zeydaan places her hands there as a pair of modestly sized breasts grow. “I… w-why is…” they mutter, unable to process what was happening to them, as the suit transforms to accommodate her new cleavage, changing its fit as to accentuate them slightly.

Whilst they had been preoccupied with their new breasts, they are rudely snapped out of this when their back legs break – snapping and crunching to turn her once digitigrade legs into plantigrade legs that were much more befitting of the human that they were rapidly becoming. The sounds that this process was producing are highly unpleasant for the wolf to hear, and whilst this was by no means an enjoyable event, the pain was not quite as intense as those sounds may suggest. Gritting her teeth, her fangs become duller and flat, as her snout is pushed backwards, separating into a human nose and mouth. She brings her hands to these new features, brushing the tips of her fingers against her lips, which had been coated in a thin layer of black lipstick, whilst her small nose had now lost its previous wetness and the keen sense of smell that it had before. Zeydaan’s feet are pushed down flat against the floor, as an additional toe grows out of the sides of their feet. Much like what had just happened on her hands, her claws become dull and inoffensive nails. Her paw pads are removed, as these new feet feel much more sensitive than the canine ones she had been used to for all of her life. In response to this, the suits elongates, growing to cover her previously exposed feet with a built-in shoe section.

Looking at themselves in the mirror, their face is now unrecognisable, as their head starts to pound – an awful migraine taking them over as they clutch their half human, half wolf head. Zeydaan could feel her… she was in there, taking over their mind as they attempt to fight her off. Meanwhile, their head continues to change, becoming more and more like her - more like this invader, more like… Shego. As their head changes more and more, it was almost emblematic of the losing battle Zeydaan was fighting against her, as she continues to corrupt their form. What was once their unsaturated, navy blue hair, changes in a matter of seconds to a deep, jet black colour. Starting from the roots of each follicle, the new colour runs down her lengthening hair like ink seeping into it. It has a wavy style to it now, and as it grows past her shoulders, she runs her hand through it with a sly grin on her face.

“Relax buddy, it’ll be over soon enough. And besides, rest assured, I’m gonna take good care of this body-” Shego states to the wolf within, having run out of strength to fight it any longer. Zeydaan closes their eyes. Shego opens them.

Catching their breath, Zeydaan – no, Shego now, stands tall and proud, looking around the room. Taking out a small earpiece out of a hidden pocket in the suit, she puts it into her ear, and almost immediately it establishes a connection. “Well doctor D, it seems as if your newest project was a success – the suit really can convert and control others. Funny… I wasn’t expecting it would to be honest.” she mutters to him, glancing over the experimental outfit that she had on in the mirror. The doctor immediately chipping back with; “Don’t get lippy, Shego.”

“I guess it remains to be seen if the removal of the suit will be successful in changing the subject back too… but I don’t need to worry about that for the time being. Now… it’s time to get to work.” She assertively states, flicking her head back as to move her flowing hair behind her, and out of the way of her eyes. "Glad to hear it, though be warned - Kim Possible will likely track the package to you, now that our plan is afoot…" the doctor warns in response, clearly feeling accomplished with himself. "Oh don't worry about that Doctor D – Kimmy is allllll mine" she says with a sly grin, before clicking on the earpiece and ending the call – it was best that they didn’t stay on the air for too long, lest someone tap into their conversation.

She thinks about the anthro that she had forcibly taken over for a moment – they hadn’t been selected for any particular reason; it was mere chance that they ended up with the package, as it had just been dropped by a drone. The suit should work on anyone. Shego ponders whether or not that wolf was still aware, and along for the ride. Or rather, were they now in some kind of dormant state? It didn’t matter to her though, as it wouldn’t stop her from completing her mission. The outside air is cool, but invigorating - a full moon hangs in the sky amongst the night stars, as she leaves through the front door, and heads towards her target…

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The night was still, as Zeydaan is currently relaxing in their bedroom alone on after an uneventful but passive day. Everything was quiet. Everything was peaceful. Everything felt… just right. Distant birds chirping, and tree leaves gently rustling in the spring wind in the background provided a nice ambience to the wolf’s solitude, preventing things from becoming a little too quiet. Alas, this state of tranquillity they found themselves in was not to last, as the mood is shattered by a loud banging noise coming from downstairs.

The wolf’s brow furrows into a disgruntled frown, an aggravated sigh escaping their mouth. Maybe I should just ignore it? They ponder to themselves, though as if on cue, the knocking starts again, making this idea untenable – whoever was knocking was not going to leave until someone answered the door. Pained by this fact, Zeydaan resigns themselves to this, and gets up off of their bed, making their way out of the room, through the hallway, and down the stairs. They scratch the back of their head, opening their eyes wide and stretching a little as to awaken themselves in preparation to greet this unexpected guest. They reach out to undo the latch on the front door, and then open it up.

“Hey there, who is thi-“ they begin, although to their surprise, no one is there to greet them. Instead, a small, cardboard box has been left upon the porch floor, with no one else in sight. Stepping out to look around for a brief moment, the wolf can’t find anyone hanging around in the immediate vicinity that could’ve possibly deposited this package here, leaving them rather befuddled as to how it could’ve ended up here. Had it been dropped? Or maybe it had been there for a while, and some prankster had coincidently knocked on the door and run off? Anything is possible really, as they lean down and pick it up, holding the package underarm as they take it back inside - gently closing the front door behind them with their leg.

They enter the living room, setting the mysterious box down upon the coffee table before Zeydaan plops down onto the sofa to observe it. It looks very unassuming. A simple, unmarked cardboard box which had been sealed with some grey duct tape, and nothing more. The wolf leans forward, using the claw on their index finger to puncture the tape, as they proceed to slice it open. The digit travels from one side of the box to the other, and when they then break inside, they find… a costume? It’s coloured with a mixture of black and neon green, seeming to be a rather slim fitting garment, and intended for someone with a more feminine shape than what Zeydaan has. This is all that they can gather from their inspection, holding it out at arm’s length to get a better look. The fabric is smooth and elasticated for comfort, though still thick enough to seem rather durable at the same time – this clearly wasn’t a simple Halloween costume, that’s for sure.

Who on earth would leave such a thing at their doorstep, though? Zeydaan simply couldn’t get their head around it, as the lay the suit beside them on the sofa and throw the now empty box into the recycling bin. They sit by their costume, taking the occasional glance at it before noticing something rather strange that they has missed before. At the very top of the collar section, there was a small, black button. It was hard to see – Zeydaan had simply assumed that it was part of the pattern of the clothing before, as they bring it closer to them. Without a solid reason to not press it, they bring their finger to the button and rest it there, feeling it. It protruded out of the costume, only very slightly. Pressing down upon it, the button making a muffled clicking noise in response.

Nothing seems to happen at first, though this was not to last. A dim, emerald glow comes to envelop the whole thing, prompting Zeydaan to shuffle back on their sofa in shock, as the light increases in luminosity before the fabric begins to warp and shift! It was like the suit was caught in an invisible wind… waves rippled through the fabric, much like a sail in a sea breeze. “What the hell!? What is this thing?” Zeydaan exclaims, sliding off of the sofa and backing up even more, their furry back now up against the wall, putting approximately four meters between them and the suit as it begins to levitate… and then, it… flies?

The suit whips through the air, propelled by some unobservable force not unlike Dr. Strange’s cape moves, until it stops dead in the air, about a meter off of the carpet. Despite it obviously not having any facial features, it felt as if it was a living being, and now staring directly at the wolf. “W-What… what are yo-“ they start, however, the suit suddenly rushes at them! Swirling around and around their body, the speed makes it nigh impossible to grapple or stop, as Zeydaan frantically tries to shove it away from them. After a few seconds of this strange dance between the two entities, the suit opens up and wraps itself around Zeydaan, quickly sealing back up as they are stuck within it. They claw and scratch at the fabric, though it is seemingly too durable to tear, as it starts to pulse with green light once more. However, in this instance, it seemed to be different – they could feel it this time, like some kind of energy was going through their body…

Without them noticing, Zeydaan’s eyes start to change, shifting from a pale red to a shade of green not too dissimilar from the green colour that is on their new, unwanted attire that they were wearing. This process stings a small amount, making their eyes water whilst their eyelashes grow longer and more effeminate. During this time, Zeydaan continues to pull on the suit that is clinging to them. It gets tighter, revealing their frame rather well as it applies considerable amounts of pressure in certain places. Zeydaan feels their waist getting compressed, as it narrows more and more. All of their limbs are forcibly slenderised too, as unbeknownst to them, their fur starts to recede back into them, leaving just smooth skin behind. “Get off! Just… gah… I don’t… want this thing… on me…” Zeydaan mutters, short of breath and unsure as to what to say, as the pressure being applied to them makes it hard to catch their breath.

The wolf’s claws start to weaken, getting shorter simultaneously, as any remaining fur upon their hands vanish. The colour of their skin is now pale, though with a very subtle green tint to it – this didn’t look particularly healthy, they privately think to themselves. Their paw pads are the next target of the changes, as like their fur, they start to shrink, miniaturing as if they are retreating back into Zeydaan’s body to hide. There’s seemingly nothing that can be done to halt this process, allowing them to only watch helplessly as a mere spectator, as their hands become human. Befuddled by this, they open and close their hands, look at both the back and the palms, wiggle their fingers around - these little tests confirmed that Zeydaan was still in control of their body, or at least, for the time being. Alas, their experimentation is interrupted by a sudden cramping sensation, the source of which was coming from their groin.

Falling to their knees, Zeydaan curls up into a ball, feeling their private parts getting altered. The suit was applying a great pressure all over at the same time, as this leaves Zeydaan definitely as a ‘she’ now. To follow this up, a sensation somewhat like pins and needles can be felt upon her chest. Glancing down, Zeydaan places her hands there as a pair of modestly sized breasts grow. “I… w-why is…” they mutter, unable to process what was happening to them, as the suit transforms to accommodate her new cleavage, changing its fit as to accentuate them slightly.

Whilst they had been preoccupied with their new breasts, they are rudely snapped out of this when their back legs break – snapping and crunching to turn her once digitigrade legs into plantigrade legs that were much more befitting of the human that they were rapidly becoming. The sounds that this process was producing are highly unpleasant for the wolf to hear, and whilst this was by no means an enjoyable event, the pain was not quite as intense as those sounds may suggest. Gritting her teeth, her fangs become duller and flat, as her snout is pushed backwards, separating into a human nose and mouth. She brings her hands to these new features, brushing the tips of her fingers against her lips, which had been coated in a thin layer of black lipstick, whilst her small nose had now lost its previous wetness and the keen sense of smell that it had before. Zeydaan’s feet are pushed down flat against the floor, as an additional toe grows out of the sides of their feet. Much like what had just happened on her hands, her claws become dull and inoffensive nails. Her paw pads are removed, as these new feet feel much more sensitive than the canine ones she had been used to for all of her life. In response to this, the suits elongates, growing to cover her previously exposed feet with a built-in shoe section.

Looking at themselves in the mirror, their face is now unrecognisable, as their head starts to pound – an awful migraine taking them over as they clutch their half human, half wolf head. Zeydaan could feel her… she was in there, taking over their mind as they attempt to fight her off. Meanwhile, their head continues to change, becoming more and more like her - more like this invader, more like… Shego. As their head changes more and more, it was almost emblematic of the losing battle Zeydaan was fighting against her, as she continues to corrupt their form. What was once their unsaturated, navy blue hair, changes in a matter of seconds to a deep, jet black colour. Starting from the roots of each follicle, the new colour runs down her lengthening hair like ink seeping into it. It has a wavy style to it now, and as it grows past her shoulders, she runs her hand through it with a sly grin on her face.

“Relax buddy, it’ll be over soon enough. And besides, rest assured, I’m gonna take good care of this body-” Shego states to the wolf within, having run out of strength to fight it any longer. Zeydaan closes their eyes. Shego opens them.

Catching their breath, Zeydaan – no, Shego now, stands tall and proud, looking around the room. Taking out a small earpiece out of a hidden pocket in the suit, she puts it into her ear, and almost immediately it establishes a connection. “Well doctor D, it seems as if your newest project was a success – the suit really can convert and control others. Funny… I wasn’t expecting it would to be honest.” she mutters to him, glancing over the experimental outfit that she had on in the mirror. The doctor immediately chipping back with; “Don’t get lippy, Shego.”

“I guess it remains to be seen if the removal of the suit will be successful in changing the subject back too… but I don’t need to worry about that for the time being. Now… it’s time to get to work.” She assertively states, flicking her head back as to move her flowing hair behind her, and out of the way of her eyes. "Glad to hear it, though be warned - Kim Possible will likely track the package to you, now that our plan is afoot…" the doctor warns in response, clearly feeling accomplished with himself. "Oh don't worry about that Doctor D – Kimmy is allllll mine" she says with a sly grin, before clicking on the earpiece and ending the call – it was best that they didn’t stay on the air for too long, lest someone tap into their conversation.

She thinks about the anthro that she had forcibly taken over for a moment – they hadn’t been selected for any particular reason; it was mere chance that they ended up with the package, as it had just been dropped by a drone. The suit should work on anyone. Shego ponders whether or not that wolf was still aware, and along for the ride. Or rather, were they now in some kind of dormant state? It didn’t matter to her though, as it wouldn’t stop her from completing her mission. The outside air is cool, but invigorating - a full moon hangs in the sky amongst the night stars, as she leaves through the front door, and heads towards her target…