Jane -- Rakshasa Temple

Jane lived in the third-floor dorm. Like other students on the third floor, she didn't sleep in a crib. Instead, she felt more comfortable sleeping in a playpen.

Other students derisively called the third floor "The Petting Zoo" for a very specific reason: all of the students were animals.

Well, they all were animal-like.

The students of the third floor were all worldwalkers who found themselves in what Ellen's classified as "Fisher Kingdoms". Named after the Arthurian character, "Fisher Kingdoms" are a specific classification of worlds that had an effect on any worldwalker who would find themselves there. Sure, all of these worlds inflicted varying levels of regression on worldwalkers, whether it was mental or even physical, but the Fisher Kingdoms had a much more obvious effect. Milder instances would change their size or magically dye their hair or eye color unnatural colors. Stronger instances could even change their species to better "acclimate" them to their new world.

Jane was one such instance.

Jane was a tiger. Or rather, was tiger-like.

She was still humanoid. If you stripped her naked, she'd still have human hands and toes and only two breasts like any twenty-something woman. Her skin just as a sleek layer of orange, white, and black-striped fur. Her face had whiskers and a triangular nose, puffy ears, and amber eyes. She even had a tail, which made finding clothes and even the proper type of diaper a bit more of a challenge, but not impossible.

She was currently sleeping in her playpen, turned into a nest made from a weighted blanket and pillows. In her mouth, she was sucking on a binky, dreaming of milk. Her mouth had fangs, which, while still a mouth full of milk teeth you'd typically find on a cub, would still tear the binky to pieces. She was curled up with a giant, stuffed Tigger toy, which her paws were currently busy making muffins with. Fisher-Kingdom Worldwalkers with predator characteristics tended to play roughly and break their toys by accident.

Jane had just entered community college when it happened. Her college campus's art gallery had just opened a new exhibition donated to them from an anonymous artist, and she was talked into going to the opening by her friends. The work was primarily composed of various landscape paintings, and every single one of those paintings was in-fact a doorway to various other worlds.

The opening exhibition was one of the biggest incidents in worldwalker history, with people by the dozens whisked away to many different worlds. The mass disappearances even made the news for once. So far, only a few of them had found their way back to Earth, Jane being one of those few.

The world Jane found herself in can best be described as "Indian". As in India Indian. It was like a great big city lost within India's deepest jungles. The air smelled like spice from the markets, and there was always music that calmed the soul. The inhabitants were clearly not human, best described as a race of giant, anthropomorphic tigers.

Jane found herself the unwitting adopted daughter of a tigress named Raksha, and she loved her. She towered over Jane. She was dressed in fine, ornamental fabrics of blue and purple, her tiger-like face framed in a hijab. Her body had a sleek musculature that came naturally to a predator species, but it didn't make her any less feminine.

Jane missed her mommy. She missed the taste of mommy's milk. She missed the smell of the pretty, pink flowers that grew in the bathing area. She missed rough-housing with all of the other cubs in the family.