Stith Titan A.E Tf/Tg/Journal

Jeel groggily woke up, his vision blurred as his eyes try to adjust to the brightness. The last thing he recalled was tending to his farm when something came down from the sky and a bright light covered his whole vision. Two figures entered his blurry sight and he thought he was abducted by aliens and was being experimented. However as his vision cleared, he soon realized those two figures are just human scientists.

He was relieved at first but then he saw one of the scientists holding up a syringe filled with a brown liquid that he doesn’t know of. Jeel struggled and tried to escape, but his whole body had been tightly restrained and couldn’t move an inch. One of the scientists noticed and reassured him as best as they could.

The scientist injected Jeel with the syringe, the contents flowing through his veins and he suddenly felt very weak. He tried to stay awake, but the combination of fatigue and the injection knocked him down within seconds. After what felt like an eternity for him, Jeel groggily regain consciousness on the somewhat cushioned floor. In fact, the entire room he’s trapped in is covered with a cushion looking material with the only exception is a panel and a metal door.

Jeel immediately went to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard he tried. After many failed attempts, he stopped while going around in circles until he heard something fell inside the panel. Curiously, he opened it and saw a notebook with a pen next to it, he guessed that they wanted him to record everything that happens to him everyday. With not much of an option, he took the pen and notebook and began his journal log from today onwards.

Day 1:

Guess I don’t have much of a choice than to write all of this down. I was just tending to my farm until I’ve been abducted by two crazy people and they’ve injected me with anesthetic. At first I thought it just weird prank, but now this prank has gone for far too long!

How long am I gonna be stuck inside of this room? I just want to go back home and tend to my farm. Hopefully this joke would eventually end tomorrow, and those two people would leave me alone after all of this is over.

Day 2:

2nd day and they haven’t released me from this room yet. Thought they were just gonna left me to die here, but they send out trays of food every morning, noon, and evening.

Though I wouldn’t exactly call it food to be exact. The vegetables are the usual, but in place is what seems to be some sort of weird grayish slop right in the middle of the tray. Surprisingly it wasn’t that bad as I thought it was gonna be, then again it wasn’t as good either, just somewhere bland. After finishing my meals, I was to be given some sort of pill afterwards which I decline and refuse to take.

However that was at the cost of getting more food as I found out earlier. Not sure if these are pain meds or more of those experiments, but if it keeps me fed and alive then I don’t have much room to complain. Just some weird feeling going over my whole body, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. At least I have a convenient bathroom and working toilet in here.

Also the scientists told me not to worry about writing everyday in the notebook. Just writing down any changes no matter how small it may seem to be. I don’t like the sound of that, but it’s better than just writing on it when nothing major happens. I’ll write again when something comes up, hopefully this would be the last but fate has a twisted way of having a sense of humor.

Day 10:

Okay, I’m not sure if it’s my mind going insane or playing tricks on me, but I could’ve sworn that my muscles are shrinking. And yet, despite my arms becoming a smaller size, I feel as though my muscles are just increasing little by little.

Despite being a little stronger, everything else feels like I’m shrinking. My height was now a few inches shorter and it feels like I might lose more eventually. My belly shrank down a little, probably from the same meals every day, guess that’s one upside to this but not by much. My hair is receding back into my head, becoming a dark brown color in the process. Didn’t really care for my hair color anyway, and I won’t have to visit the barber at this rate.

Aside from these small changes, I don’t feel that much different from before. Though I can’t help but scratch myself all over my body, feels like tiny pricks itching all over me. I wanted to have some sort of itching cream, but the scientists refused my demands, so now I’m stuck dealing with the constant itching.

It’s irritating but not much I can do about. I’m gonna end this day here, the itching is starting to get to my nerves. Also my chest started to feel weird, it feels like they’re pushing out from my chest. Hopefully it’s just a reaction to this rash.

Day 23:

What the!? Am I growing breasts!?! And I lost almost all of my hair, cause now I’m being covered by what looks and feels like darkish, reddish brown hair. My ears started to grow a bit longer as well as my hearing enhancing.

I went up to the metal door and started knocking hard onto it, demanding an explanation and complaining so that I can change back to normal. Thanks to my new hearing, I can at least somewhat hear what they were saying, but it’s nothing about changing me back or explaining what’s going on. All they did was send me a black bra and panties in the slot.

At first I was gonna punch the door to get those guys, but that’s when I snapped myself and took a couple of deep breaths. After calming myself down somewhat, I just took the pair of underwear in silence, something tells me I’m gonna need the support. The panties fit well, but the bra is too big for my chest that I nearly got angry again until I just hissed to myself.

My jaw is also becoming sore as they were pushing out along with my nose into a small snout. The upper lip becoming a bit pointed and my teeth becoming sharper, though not all of them changed. More brown fur spreads all over my body, already completely covering me with different shades of brown fur, the room becoming warmer around me.

….I’m sorry if it sounded like I’m venting out all of my frustrations and anger in this notebook earlier. Normally I’m a calm person and hard to anger kind, but recently I’m getting angry more often than I’m used to. Not sure if it’s because of my slow change into a woman or just my personality adapting to it.

The thing is, despite the new attitude and personality, I’m still here. My mind feels like a second personality slowly forming and sharing a brain with me, but it’s not forceful or anything. Just something that’s slowly introduce itself into my body.

Anyways, I think I’ve ranted long enough already. Hopefully these changes would end soon, cause as shocking as it is at first, the speed it’s going I might as well be in quarantine.

Day 32:

Bored. I’m so very bored.

My ears and snout have finally finished growing longer, I look like some sort of weird kangaroo. The tone of my voice also changed to be more feminine, but still has that rough pitch that can be threatening if I wanted to, which is neat I guess. Also my chest finally filled in the bra, which is a bit bigger than I imagined, and let’s just say my “equipment” down there is also gone.

Normally I would start freaking out a little, or at least be concerned I’m turning some sort of alien kangaroo girl. To be honest though? It lost the shock factor after the slow few days of changing. What else am I supposed to talk about? Aside from using the bathroom, not much else is any different than it is nearly a month ago.

The scientists did give me some more clothing than just underwear this time, though only a long-sleeve red shirt with yellow cuffs and nothing else. I swear these scientist are just perverts in disguise just so they can make an excuse to “observe” me. As soon as I get out of here, I’m gonna kill those two right then and there.

When I asked to give me some pants, all they told me was that my legs still needs to be changed. What else is there to change?! I guess my feet, which are still normal aside from the fur, but also look out of place to the rest of my body.

Oh yeah, the food. The gray slob taste a little better? Not by much though, I prefer something with actual meat. If my legs are the last ones to change, then maybe they’ll let me go? Sure the whole kangaroo alien thing would get me weird looks, but it could be much worse.

Day 71:

SCREW. EVERY. THING.

If you notice the large gap in days, you can thank those scientists for not telling me that my legs would bend in an unnatural way! The first week had been nothing but pain as I feel my leg bones slowly grew longer than a normal being should have! Not only that, I have two knees now, they didn’t explain jack about having another knee added to my legs! At least my feet wasn’t as painful, but it’s still weird having only three toes that can hold all of my weight.

The next week has just been a bit of rehabilitation and getting used to my new legs. Don’t get me started on going through doors either. Thanks to my new legs, I’m double my original height and I have to awkwardly squat down every time I want to go through the door. Oh yeah, and I have a tail now which I completely forget sometimes until it gets caught in between the doors.

EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Yeah the double knees does help me whenever I do squat down, doesn’t make any less weird than it is already. I wanted to kick the door down at first and crush those scientists with my own alien feet, and trust me, I REALLY wanted to kill them. After a really difficult cool down with my own emotions, I was able to somewhat lower it to a more calm demeanor. Still the thought of killing them is still in my mind, just putting it off for later.

Sure, my new legs could probably kick down those doors now, but I have no idea where they place me now and even then, I don’t know how anyone would react if they see me like this. Much as my other personality hates the idea of not going full force right now, I bided my time until the time is right.

The last I was back to being bored, though now they gave me some metal parts and a book, least that’ll distract me for a while. After I sat down on the bed, I opened the book only to be frustrated. It wasn’t even in english at all, just some random alien language that I don’t understand. Similar to the parts, except I eventually manage to put everything together, making some sort of weird orb before putting it back into the slot.

At first I didn’t get it, but as the days go by, knowledge and experience started to fill in my mind. I’m starting to understand what the book is saying now and I’m getting better at fixing whatever junk they sent me. Once I did understand the book, I realized it was something more sinister than I thought.

All these parts and the book I’m reading are information about the different species as well as weaponry of various kinds. Each part that I fix, I’m slowly making some sort of weapon for them to put together, whether for research or gain advantage in firepower. Though I didn’t want to help them build whatever they had in mind, I have to keep the act up and they might have something to knock me out.

Funny though, despite being incredibly smart, I actually prefer fixing or doing anything related to weaponry. I don’t know why exactly, something about hearing and the thought of using weapons of mass destruction sounded more appealing to me than fixing some junk. Perhaps whatever species I became is more into making war then peace?

In any case, I should focus on an escape plan first before getting sidetracked. Hopefully it won’t be long before I get out of here.

Day 73:

Well, guess I won’t be needing that escape plan anymore.

I heard some screaming and a lot of gunshots coming outside of my door, then it eerily became silent. Some footsteps were heard before the door opening and to my surprise, I saw two space kangaroo creatures similar to myself. Except both of them were male and don’t have the very long legs I have.

They were holding some alien weaponry on them as one of them was speaking to me in plain English, asking for me to follow them and leave this place. From behind I can see the bloody corpse of those two scientists and perhaps there are more to come, shame that I wasn’t the one to kill them. At first I thought it at first, but going on space adventures with a lot more action is WAY better than being cooped up in this miserable place. I answered them that I will and squatted down near the door before looking back at the room.

While I could just leave this notebook where it is and just ditch it altogether, it also has memories of who I once was before this whole mess started. Besides, despite being hot-blooded, it was basically the only remnant and what kept me from going insane all this time. I quickly grabbed the notebook and followed the other kangaroo aliens, one was asking for my name.

From the top of my head, I just replied with Stith as my name. Don’t know why I chose that name, but something about it just clicks in my mind. After escaping and killing many more people on the way here, we jumped onto an airship and it zoomed out into space. With one last look, I saw Earth rapidly shrinking until no more, nothing but the stars and empty space in sight.

As I’m finishing this last note on this notebook, I decided to go through all of my thoughts and recall everything up to here. Sure, I’ll miss my home and everything that’s on there. At the same time though, I’m also excited to see what kinds of destruction I’ll cause along with Grith and Ceed, the two kangaroo aliens that helped me out.

That should be the last of my experience and the last page of this notebook. Should anyone were to read this notebook(for one reason or another), find me and we can try to make a friendly chat. I may act all angry and rude at first, but if you look past that part of me, you’ll see a nicer side of me that greatly cares for the people. There’s only two things you need to know if you don’t want to get on my bad side.

One: Never call me nicknames like “Precious” or any of that sweet talk or I’ll kill you on the spot. Literally right there.

Two: Don’t get me involved in doing any mechanical work unless it’s a weapon. I may be well read and educated, but I still have my pride. Got it?

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Titan A.E is by Don Bluth, Gary Goldman, and all of those who worked on it.