Isabella to the Cerritos

Isabella is currently moping around the kitchen, making herself a sandwich as she softly hums to herself – it had been a very long day. With little to do, and not a whole lot to look forward to a good while, life was feeling pretty dull for the Fay Dragon as of late, and she was looking for something – anything, to break up the monotony. She takes little nibbles out of the sandwich post-preparation, pacing around the kitchen as she tries to make the meal last for a while.

This was no good, no good at all.

She couldn’t stay like this for a moment more, she was craving adventure! Some action! Though of course, this was easier said than done, as not a great deal came to mind for her to actually do, especially with the little amount of money she currently had stored for such an occasion. Whatever she decided to do, it would have to be something small scale or cheap. Isabella finishes her food, throwing a small amount of leftover bread crust into the bin before taking a seat at her dining table. With her chin resting upon her hand, she spent a brief moment thinking of possibilities for some fun, though she could have never known that at that very moment, an opportunity for adventure had come directly to her instead.

Sitting upon the kitchen table, lies a small metallic badge. It’s in the approximate shape of an arrow, with curved edges and a sleek, futuristic design to it. Though thanks to their plentiful knowledge of pop culture iconography, Isabella knew what this shape was already – it was the insignia of Starfleet. Specifically, this was a communicator that crew would wear on their uniforms. She reached out and picked it up, inspecting it closely. It had a decent amount of weight to it, and from that, she could quickly deduce that this was no cheap plastic replica, and that some real care had gone into the creation of this badge. “Where on earth did you come from?” Isabella asks out loud to no one in particular, glancing around the room to double check that she was in fact alone. She did have a friend over for a little bit two days ago… maybe they had left it as a gift for her, and they simply had missed it until just now? That was the only logical explanation that came to mind, though instead of pondering this mystery any further, something far more exciting came into her mind…

What if she could engage in some simple make-believe? Instead of being stuck at home, Isabella could instead be in space, aboard a starship! Doing her duties, exploring the galaxy… and perhaps recording all of her thoughts in some kind of log too? Yes, that’s exactly it! she could try out doing some solo roleplay! Isabella’s wings flutter a little with glee, as she grabs her laptop and boots it up on the dining table. Various scenarios race through her mind, almost overloaded with possibilities regarding what she could now try out and overstimulated after having finally thought of something to end her boredom. She grabs the badge and fixes it to her top, then proceeds to lean over and click her mouse to start recording herself...

“Ahem – this is Doctor Isabella of the U.S.S… erm… thingy. I, uh… am about to run some routine tests on our systems in the medlab to make sure that everything is running up to speed! We’re expecting to arrive at our destination soon… erm, I suppose that we’ll have to prepare to keep the crew healthy and fit for that… and, um… I-I don’t really have much else to say at the moment, so I guess that I’ll sign off for now! I’ll provide an update in the morning, once the ship has arrived.”

She ended the video, smiling to herself as she rewatched the video before putting the device back into her pocket – it was quite an amateur attempt at acting the role of a doctor out, but Isabella was sure that she’d pick it up soon, with a bit of practice of course. It was getting rather late now, and seeing the sun setting on the horizon, Isabella figured that it would be best to continue this in the morning. Having a fun idea for tomorrow all planned out, Isabella decides to head to bed, turning the lights off as she heads up the stairs. However, as she ascended the stairs, something… strange started to happen.

Isabella’s pupils start to shift, going from a circular shape into feline slits whilst her iris and sclera merge together into a soft, yellow tone. She didn't notice this however – there was no sensation coming from this change, and even if there was, the Fey Dragon was simply feeling too sleepy to even register it. Arriving at the top of the stairs, she heads down the hallway, scratching the back of her head which had started to sprout new blonde hairs all over her scalp, gradually replacing their old pink ones as she simultaneously starts to miniaturise. By the time she reached the door of her bedroom, she had unknowingly adopted a new style. The follicles are quite thick and densely packed together, getting automatically styled into a rather messy cut as if some unseen, amateur hairdresser was tending to Isabella’s new head of hair.

Taking off her clothing and throwing it into a heap beside her bed, her nose shifts to become a soft pink colour. It’s slightly damp to the touch, and yet another feline feature upon Isabella’s rapidly morphing face. Clambering into bed, she closes her eyes, and tries to drift off to sleep, though after a few minutes pass by, she finds this rather hard to do. Everything seemed too loud – the rustling of leaves outside of her room had become much rowdier, and it took a good while for her brain to subconsciously tune them out. Evidently, this was merely a side effect of her ears transforming. She had become much more sensitive to sound, and as she was traveling upwards to the top of her head, she also began sprouting ginger fur all over. She pushed through this unwanted noise, and at last, she drifted off. Their sleep is dreamless and deep, but the world around was never to be the same again – not that she’d notice this however…

Her eyes opened slowly, though the rays of sunshine that usually greeted her in the morning were now strangely absent. Not only that, but those ambient noises that kept her awake for longer than expected were now gone, and instead replaced with the sound of a deep humming noise. Of course, this noise never went away though – Isabella was on a starship of course, and the subtle sound of the engines purring was constant. Now that she thinks about it, it was strange that she even stopped to consider this. Sitting up in bed, she stretches and yawns, her body having undergone even more changes in her sleep.

Her once yellow skin was covered in a layer of fur, and much like that which had grown all over her new ears, it was a desaturated ginger colour. Dense and short, it hid the skin beneath it, with some sections of her body having longer fur, all of which looked scraggly and unkept, much like her hairstyle. Some weight loss had occurred, too. Isabella