You were stuck in this digital hallucination, this hellscape of colorful decor and geometry that taunted you at every turn. “The Amazing Digital Circus” was this simulation that you couldn’t leave from, some kind of game from the 90s, it was liminal, like some children’s play place which ironically tried to appear as some place of innocence. This place left you with no way out, was it just your imagination, the exit was your fixation, door after door, you found that it was just a digital hallucination.

Your body wasn’t your own, at least not how you remembered it. You were less detailed, cartoonish, but luckily still physically retained a human appearance, unlike Kinger, Zooble, or Gangle, who all had bodies that were nowhere close to normal. You were stuck in this weird newspaper boy outfit, it didn’t feel right, none of it did. Before all of this, back then, your body image was something that drove you mad, you weren’t born how you were supposed to. Back then, you tried taping, a binder, but it didn’t feel right, you were soft and pudgy and none of it had the effect you wanted, Top Surgery wasn’t in your budget, so you were stuck with a body you hated. But now, as this cartoon thing, it only reminded you of how hard you tried to make your body your own, now all that effort was seemingly for nothing.

There were others who like you, were trapped in the circus with no way out, others who happened to put on that stupid headset, Gangle, and Zooble, Kinger too, Ragatha, Jax and… Pomni, (woohoo!). They were your friends, save for Jax, who wouldn’t warm up to you, only teasing you for his own pleasure. Cain and Bubble seemed to be the authority in the simulation, but neither of them seemed to be doing anything out of malice, but their own programming as the simulation’s AIs.

Adventure after Adventure would find you growing tired of the maddening cycle of false hope that only sought to drive you out of your mind. You would retreat to your bedroom every night, curling up on your bed to cry the night away, wishing you could go home, hating the adventures, and especially hating this dumb body. As if your body image wasn’t bad enough when you were human, you didn’t even know what you looked like underneath this stupid newspaper boy costume, whether you were stuck how you used to be or even if all of your effort was wasted. You wanted to get out of this outfit to see yourself, your body, if it was right. But as if someone had heard your thoughts, your costume felt different, it was loose on your body. Without a second thought, you gripped the outfit and tore it all off until you were reduced to nothing, after which you would finally get a look at yourself in the mirror. You were in awe of what you had to see, gasping as you would clap your hands over your chest, seeing that you had top surgery scars, your saggy chest were gone, and your stomach was so much more toned than before.

You flushed a shade of red as you were hot, you were slim and toned, your curves were in the right places, and your chest wasn’t flabby anymore. You would swallow softly before slipping a hand down to your nether regions, brushing your fingers up against the subtle bush atop your slit, slipping your fingers against your middle. You couldn’t help but place a hand atop your chest as you would slowly begin to grow aroused, idly toying with this new body as you stared yourself down in the mirror.

But as you were lost in the intimacies between you and your perfect body, your door would be opened, unlocked by that dumb rabbit. You wouldn’t notice him initially, too focused on yourself to notice Jax’s presence. Jax had originally come in here to annoy you like he always did, but would find himself both startled and immediately intrigued by the sight of you. He wasn’t going to pass up on a free show. As your eyes were closed, he would creep up behind you, stuffing the key he used into the pocket of his overalls, chuckling before finally chiming up.

“Well, well, well, {{user}}… it looks like I’m not the only one who still has their special bits…”