The Platinum Door

You sashay to the Platinum Door. You don’t know why, but you feel that you Need to go there.

Once inside, you once again find a simple white room, this time, in the center lies a table, with something on it. On the other side of which you see two doors, one marked with an Onyx, the other a Cloyster. (Rock Snake and Clam Pokemon Respectively)

You look at the table, and find a silvery bundle. Hesitantly, you pick it up, and find a dress, that’s clearly a TG uniform, judging by the colour scheme and golden G emblazoned in the center of the chest. With it, you find a large hair bow, and a note, which reads:

"Congratulations! You've completed the Trial! As promised, freedom is yours! And, as a bonus prize, for making it to this room, we’d like to officially welcome you as the newest member of our organization!

The truth is, the game was rigged from the start. You see, We’ve actually been watching you for quite some time now, and we’ve seen your potential. However, we could also see it was going to waste. Because of this, we hope you won’t be mad at us for staging this whole thing, as it was necessary to help you reach your full potential, both as a trainer, and as a person.

You might be wondering how you’ve so quickly adapted to the changes we put you through, from becoming hairless all the way to painting your face with makeup. You might have guessed this, but that was the work of Bronzor, who, shall we say, opened your mind to femininity.

As you’re reading this, you’ve likely already found your uniform. The dress, once on, will merge with your boots, and using secret TG Technology, will fuse the wig and ditto with your body, making them permanent parts of your body. And please don’t worry, the ditto were specifically made for this, and the fusion will be perfectly safe. Also, you may have guessed this, but your boots are also ditto, however, rest assured, the ditto that form your clothing will still be able to change their forms into whatever outfit you wish, and will remove themselves when you desire them off.

Once you’ve put the dress on, please put the ribbon on too. This will complete your Transformation into the newest Girlactic Admin: Venus. (Pronounced Ven-Ash if you want to be funny)

If you have any lingering doubts, please be assured, all this will do is teach you how to perform as a TG Admin, nothing more. You’ll still be the same person who walked into this room. As for the things that made you the person you are now, again please don’t worry, as all we did was expose your mind to the wonders of womanhood. The rest was its own doing. The fact that you’re in this room, reading this note, is proof that, on some level, you’ve come to realize how wonderful being a woman is, and have chosen to join us in accomplishing our mission of spreading the joy of femininity to the world.

Once you’re fully dressed, you will have the choice to fully embrace womanhood, or keep a small reminder of your past. I’m sure you can figure out which door is which.

See you soon,

-Cyllene, Matron of Team Girlactic” (Named before Legends Arceus was announced)

Once you’ve finished reading the note, you find yourself with a strange mix of emotions. You know you should be mad at them for capturing you and putting you into this trial, just to brainwash you into joining their fem-cult, but you realize, they’re right.

It may be the hypnosis talking, but you’ve really grown to love being feminine. The long silky hair, the soft, hairless skin, the supple breasts, the long, boot clad legs, and the face you saw in the mirror, like a supermodel! You think back to before you arrived here, and shudder. Short, scruffy hair, bland shoes, flat chest, and such a naked face! How, did you live like that? Not to mention the almost identical outfits you’d wear...

“Yes, this may have been a trap, but honestly, l couldn’t be happier to have fallen into it!” You think to yourself.

Smiling, you pick the dress, Your Dress, up, and put it on. As you do, you feel a tingling sensation on your scalp, and on your torso. You pull on your hair, and wince in pain. As the note said, it’s now your hair, not a wig. You touch your breasts, and while you could feel them before, it felt...second hand, as some of the feeling was lost as the ditto sent the feeling into you. But now, now the feeling is direct, and so much better. You consider testing the boots, but you decide you don’t really care if they’re stuck or not, as long as you can keep wearing them. And if they are ditto, maybe they can become other kinds of footwear?

Your Uniform on, you pick up the bow. You look at it a moment, and smile, knowing this will seal your fate. You raise the bow to your head, and attach it. When you do, you feel a slight prick on your scalp.

You close your eyes, as new knowledge enters your mind, about the organization and its rules, it’s members, your duties, and where your quarters are located, among other things. If things were removed, you have no way of knowing, not that you’d mind. After all, if there was something removed, it was done to make you a better member of Girlactic society.

The data transfer complete, you open your now amber eyes, and step into your chosen door, as you begin your new life.

Picture used without permission, though not for lack of trying! I Searched everywhere l could, but found no trace of it! The only version of this picture I know of is on my computer (And here now) and l would Love to Give Proper Credit, but I Unfortunately Can't. If anyone knows who created it, Please provide me a link! I want to give proper credit to the person who created the piece of art that inspired this whole thing!