It was the day before Canada Day, and you were asked to help a nice woman named Sally decorate a Montana's Cookhouse for the celebration. She was the manage of this particular Cookhouse, having inherited it from her father. You had always heard bad things about Sally, that she is witch and transmogrifies hapless humans into differing creatures for a short time. She seemed nice enough, there wasn't a hint of antagonism anywhere to be found on her being. As you helped her decorate, you suddenly hear her let out a gasp. You turn to face her and find that she is staring at an empty wall. "Somebody stole the mounted moose-head! Oh no, it's a tradition! I can't run out and get a mounted moose-head at this time, I still have hours upon hours of preparation to get through!" She sighed as you approached her. You wanted to help, but you had no clue on how you would do that. It's too late at night to visit a hunting store, and you didn't possess one at your home either. Despite the fact that the moose head was a minor thing, Sally was undoubtedly irked by it.
You knew how much the moose-head meant to her, special traditions ran in your family too. It was hard to go without certain things on certain holidays, and the last thing you wanted was for Sally to feel disappointed by something like this. She received enough flak from the people in town who claim she's a witch, but you knew better. You knew this wasn't the middle-ages, and that people will always be superstitious no matter the time period. You looked at her and smiled, as you cleared your throat. You offered to do anything to help her at achieving her goal and finding a new decoration for her. You had a feeling that she would just shirk it off and leave it at that.
Still, when she heard your offer she began to giggle to herself. "Alright, you can help me! It may be a little uncomfortable, but it's only temporary so stand still!" You had no clue what she was going on about, but for some reason that didn't worry you too much. Sally seemed nice enough, you doubted she'd try anything funny. You stood perfectly still as she approached. She reached her hand out to you and poked your chest with her index finger. Suddenly, you found that you couldn't move at all. Your joints felt surprisingly stiff. You couldn't bend your body in the slightest, you couldn't move an inch. And just at that moment, you felt a strange feeling begin to climb up your body. It started at your feet, and felt as though your body was becoming completely solid. The feeling climbed up your toes, as you felt the blood and vessels inside them disappear. The feeling climbed up your legs as the hair along them fell off. Your skin was becoming hard as rock, and felt very unreal to you.
The transformation reached your stomach, as it too turned into solid material. Somehow, your organs inside it disappeared yet you remained perfectly alive. As the transformation climbed up your arms and shoulders, you caught a glimpse of something bizarre out of the corner of your eye. It appeared as though your skin was turning into wood! Your body was becoming that of a wooden mannequin's, something that seemed immensely unreal to you. You had a feeling that Sally was the witch you thought she, but why a mannequin? You assumed she wanted to turn you into something that would benefit her. Unless this was only the first of the transformation, that is. The spreading of wood across your skin reached your neck, and then suddenly stopped.
"You're coming along great! Don't worry, this will only last until Canada Day is done. I needed that decoration really bad, it's a Montana's Cookhouse tradition!" You had no clue what she was talking about, until you started to really think about it. Could it be, was she preparing to transform you into a decoration? To your surprise, you felt two tiny buds began to sprout out from beneath your hair. These tiny little aberrations felt almost like bones. These strange new bones grew out from your head to an immense degree. They grew into branch like objects, composed of solid white material. These tiny buds had grown out into hefty antlers! They weighed heavily on your motionless body, luckily your sturdy wooden form was keeping you from falling onto your face. After your large thick moose antlers grew out, the transformation moved to your face.
Your nose began to bulk out, your once tiny human nose grew to amazingly large proportions. Your nose became bulky and gigantic, you could feel it overtaking most of your face. Your nostrils flared and grew much larger, big enough to inhale a large amount of air in just a few sniffs. As your snout continued to push outwards, you felt your mouth begin to fuse to the bottom of it forming a muzzle. Jaw-bones cracked and reformed, as your new muzzle started to complete itself. The skeletal structure of your head began to change, as your head became as bulky as your nose and antlers. You were told never to get a big head, but this is ridiculous! The transformation then made it's way to your ears as you felt them slowly grow out. They became much larger and somewhat pointed as your ability to hear increased exponentially. At that moment the transformation kicked into overdrive. Tiny little follicles of hair pushed from every bit of skin on your head. These bits of hair were brown in color, and they grew out to be rather thick. These hairs coated your face, almost like fur. This new fur made its way to your hair, changing it into a mangy mane of fur in the process.
The fur coated your giant moose snout and your chin, stopping only short of your scrawny wooden neck. Just then, you felt an immensely strange feeling. Your eyes suddenly froze, as you felt everything inside your head disappear. It felt as though your head was magically filling with fluff, your head was now a stuffed moose head! You could still think though, you could still rationalize thoughts as if nothing was wrong. "Perfect, you're almost complete!" She said with a smile, "Now, time to finish the transformation. Your physical body shouldn't be that of a wooden mannequin, a stuffed moose-head needs a wooden plaque!" She poked your chest once more with her index finger. You felt yourself begin to grow smaller, you felt as though you were sinking! Your wooden shrivelled away, as you felt your feet flatten into the base of the plaque! Your entire body began to slowly melt into the wooden plaque. Your knees sank inside it, making the plaque grow larger in response.
Your torso, arms and legs soon sank inside the growing wooden mass. Your neck sunk in as well, moving your head to the centre of the plaque in the process. You couldn't believe it, you were now without a body. Everything below your neck was gone, you were now just a mounted moose-head! Despite that, you weren't really afraid at all. You had complete confidence in the fact that Sally wasn't trying to be antagonistic. She's a nice lady, and you've seen her help out a lot around town. Out of the corner of your taxidermized eyes, you saw two giant feminine hands reach towards you. One hand reached to the back of you and gripped your wooden plaque, while the other hand gripped your large furry snout. The two hands gripped you tight and pulled you upwards. You felt a rush of energy as you were quickly hoisted into the air by the two hands. The hands turned you so you were looking into the face of the woman who transformed you: Sally. She give you a sympathetic smile and giggled slightly. "Sorry about the discomfort! I'm pretty good at transmogrification, but no the best! You certainly took this with stride, my ex-boyfriend Ian was a coward when I turned him into a moose-head. And to think I thought he was brave... Oh well, I'm glad you offered your help! And for that, I think you deserve a reward." She stroked her hand across your big snout, circulating happiness through your much smaller being.
You didn't mind being just a decoration in the hands of a witch, you were enthralled by this feeling! She continued to stroke your snout for a few minutes, until she decided to get back to work. “While, I better finish my preparations. First, I'm going to have to put my new moose-head on the wall!” Sally carried you over to a nearby wall as she prepared to place you there as a fine new display of the restaurant establishment. She fitted you to the wall right before poking your antlers. You were just a motionless decoration, no longer human. However, it was to be for just one night and then you'd have your body back. The witch giggled as she wandered off to continue her preparations. Various decorations were hung, the TVs were all set to the proper channels, and Sally cleaned every last bit of the building. As this went on, a strange intoxicating smell wafted in through your large nostrils. It smelled like some deliciously cooked food! The kitchen must be preparing some dishes in advance, it was too bad that you were an inanimate object at the moment. You were hoping that you'd get some food as a reward once your body was returned to normal.
After several hours the preparations were complete and Sally was ready to open up the building for the day. It felt odd to you, being prepared as a decoration for a party instead of the decoration itself. Still, you were very curious to see what Canada Day would be like from the eyes of a mounted moose-head. Sally giggled some more as she opened up the building to the hungry masses. Various people came in for breakfast, munching on the deliciously cooked meats and wall-prepared food. The smell of the well-cooked meals were driving you batty! If that wasn't enough, various kids were poking and prodding at your antlers. Heck, some random gentleman even hung his coat atop your antlers blinding your vision! Still, this didn't at all dissuade you from enjoying your Canada Day evening. After all, it was an event that came only once a year. After breakfast, several hours passed and the lunch menu was served to new-coming customers. The dining continued until late night, at which point the supper menu was served. And the most delicious things on the menu were served to the customers. The best cooked dishes lined every table. You had a feeling that you'd never be able to afford anything on the menu.
Oh well, you were just happy to be in the presence of such a nice atmosphere and good food. You could do without the screaming dumb kids though. After the night of good food and fun, it was time to be transformed back. You did the only thing you could and wait, although you were annoyed by certain things. There was gum stuck in the fur lining your head, and your antlers ached from all of the kids pulling on them all night. It annoyed you, but your anger soon to joy by what you saw next. You heard the patter of wheels against the soft floor, as Sally appeared wheeling a silver tray full of food in front of you. “Your reward, my good moose! The least I could do for your help earlier, and allowing me to make you into a nice little decoration.” The platter looked amazing, and you couldn't wait to dig into it. Sally grabbed you from the wall and lifted you towards her. She bent over and gave you a kiss on your fuzzy cheek. If you still had blood veins, you'd probably blushing right now! “I'll transform you back to eat your meal in a couple of minutes. First...” Sally snapped her fingers, and a man came in with a camera. The man had shaggy short brown hair, and had a rather annoyed look on his face. “Why do I have to take the pic right now? I've got things to do tonight, like play Commander Keen!” Sally scoffed at him in response. “Look, just do your job, Ian! I already broke up with you once, how would you like to be a moose-head for a day again?” Ian gulped and prepared to take a picture of you and Sally. This was a great day for you, spending the last 24 hours in the form of a mounted ornament and being able to share a kiss with Sally. You had a feeling that you should volunteer every year from now on!
Yes, did a mounted moose-head TF! Late Canada Day gift for you guys, but better late then never! Now you can read it on Independence Day instead. Anyway, this is yet another second-person story, meaning the reader is meant to be the protagonist. Just use your imagination to insert yourself into the story. This story was inspired by those old Montana's Cookhouse commercials. They used to have these commercials of a mounted moose-head and a mounted deer-head who are still somehow alive despite being decapitated wall-ornaments. And they always praise the food at the restaurant despite the fact that they should probably hate them. Oh well, all is fair in meat and deliciousness! Sadly, I could only find one commercial and one crappy CGI render. Whatever, it's still cool. So, I hope you guys enjoy this! And best of all, I learned my lesson from last time. While typing this the power went out, luckily I had it all saved! Anyway, I gotta post this before the power goes out again, here you go guys!
BTW, here's the commercial: www.youtube.com/watch?v=0y7Wml…
BTW, here's the commercial: www.youtube.com/watch?v=0y7Wml…
very nice XD
Thanks! This was such a fun story to write! Now, if only I could get down from this wall...
*takes you off the wall*
Hey, what are you doing?!