No, no, no, no, no!
I forced my way through the branches, weeds, and spider webs. The fear of what was behind me pushing my thin legs faster than they should ever possibly go. The sound of breaking branches and growling beast telling me just how of a frenzy these monsters were in. I didn’t even do anything to them, why are they chasing me?! Suddenly tripping a tree branch slaps me in the face.
“Ow!” I scream, pushing back a sob. I want to cry, not because of the branch, but because of what's chasing me.
Why did I run into these things?
Why do they want to kill me!?
Why do they have to look like kittens!?
Four hours ago------------------->
Boring.
I uninstall another a mmo, a massively multiplayer online game, shifting around the internet for the next bit of fun. It’s not like I’m a game nerd, it’s that I'm focused.
Very focused.
When I was six, my parents said a boy should work hard in school. I was told get the best grades I could by my parents. So I did just that. I never played with friends, I never went out anywhere, I never did anything other than study and plan for various school test. I’m not exactly a genius or anything, but my perfect grades made people think I was.
Hard work pays off after all.
Then before I knew it eleven years passed and I turned sixteen,all of the other guys bragging around me about their latest girlfriend while I spent all of my life studying. I finally got sick of it and asked a girl out. Somehow she said yes, and my focus turned from studying that girl. I showered her with attention and kindness for a whole month before she got sick of how close I was and broke up with me.
My focus, my drive to put my all into one subject backfired on me. Unable to focus on studying and school work anymore, I convinced my parents into getting me a cat so that I wasn't totally alone, and then hid away in online gaming. I just wanted something different, a world that rewarded my focus in some sort of quick way.
Every popular online game I could think of, free or not, I played, each one for at least two weeks before I switched to the next, so focused and obsessed with each one that it only took that long to master them.Grindy games burned through so fast that I gave up on the popular and switched to the lesser known. I picked more and more obscure games, with more and more childish premises, until I came across a game called "Glorious Fantasy".
A pop up with a gaudy logo and catch line ‘Jump into a brand new you!’ and stolen artwork. I could tell it was stolen because the broken image of some scantily clad woman still had an artist water-mark on it. Obviously some virus. But there was some odd question that popped up with it, something that really got to me.
“Don’t you want something worthwhile to focus on?” It said in flashing comic sans.
I lied, it didn't get to me. I closed the pop-up and turned on an ad block program.
“Aren't you sick of being alone?” It popped up again, taunting me with even more stolen artwork and colorful text.
I closed it again.
“If you keep playing games like this, do you think your parents are going to respect you?” I closed it and switched to another ad block program.
“If you keep playing online games, do you think you’ll actually figure out what you’re missing?” I turned on several security programs, confident that I had accidentally picked up a virus or something.
“What’s your next obsession going to be? Why not click here and find something better?”
A fake game isn’t going to fix anything. I close the ad again.
“This isn’t a game.”
Then what are you trying to sell me?
“A chance.” I close the ad again.
Before I realized it, the pop up was changing as if in direct reply to my thoughts.
No ‘as if’ about it.
“Click me!”
It switched to simple Times New Roman font, the text was still painfully flashing, but it stopped reacting to my thoughts. I got the feeling that if I closed it now, then it would stop bothering me. But I couldn’t will myself to ignore it this time, and finally clicked the ad against my better judgment.
A new window opened up, showing me a screen resembling just about any MMO, probably using stolen assets. It was so clean and well put together that I wondered if this was directly stolen from a dead rpg, a role play game. A bunch of different fantasy races popped up, the standard races you see in any other fantasy rpg, but with weird names and a slightly dark back story. Half-Alvear for the Elves, Calvus for the dwarves, Decon for the gnomes, then the human race just in case someone wants to be boring. Since I tend to pick mages classes, I want to pick the elves, but according to some generic lore. Those were pretty much extinct thanks to some war, with the rest of the race hiding away or suffering in slavery. The Half-Alvear born out of that slavery. Freer than the pure-bloods of their race, but shunned.
Since I plan to play a mage, let's go with the Half-Alvear. Gender doesn't really matter, so on a coin-flip, I get female. After a few minutes, on a generic search engine I got the name, Avery, 'ruler of the elves' sounds pretty cool. It then listed a bunch of classes, but there was only two magic classes,mage and summoner.
I picked mage, because of course I was planning to.
Then it gave me an incredibly in-depth character creator. Full modeling and everything with sliders all over the place.
Since I picked girl, might as well make a good one.
I spent three hours playing with sliders, and coloring wheels, until I finally made something I was happy with.
Long black hair with purple highlights framed a delicate yet serious face. Piercing amber eyes, set with a rebellious determination defined her expressions. Since she was meant to be a mage, I decided to give her the pale white skin of a shut-in, so white in fact that she almost seemed to glow. Finally, to set in as much as possible how little she could do beyond her magic I picked the scrawniest body I could, a lithe, willowy form; so slender that I doubt she could pick up more than the mage staff for her class.
Next, it showed me the usual stats and let me pick with twenty points what I wanted to focus on. Since I figured on a pure glass cannon I put ten into intelligence for magic, and ten into agility so that I could run away from enemies. Everything else I left at its default which was one point for strength, endurance, perception and luck. If the game isn’t completely empty I should have an easy enough time finding meat tanks to shield me.
Then came a focus, the game asked me what sort of magic I would prefer to focus on. Some were the standard, light, dark, fire, water. Some unique like lightning, wood, steel, and ice. Then one or two I have never seen in a game, such a gravity and sound.
Gravity seems cool enough, so I picked it.
Finally, it seemed like I reached the last pile of options.
“Everyone has a few gifts, what are yours?” It said, giving me an incredibly massive list of skills and advantages, and the option to pick three of them.
Beside that was something that said, “Everyone has a flaw, pick a few to get more gifts.”
After a few minutes shifting around I decided on the gifts, ‘multi-cast’ which lets me use multiple spells at once, ‘latent potential’ which means I get more stat bonuses as I play, and ‘flexibility’ which boost agility.
Looking into the flaws I decided on ‘emotional’, and ‘easily distracted’, two flaws that didn’t explain what they did game wise,but gave half a point towards another gift. Giving me room for the final gift, ‘quick thinking’ which boosted my intelligence stat.
Finally done, I pushed ‘finish’.
“Are you sure you are happy with your choice?” An ugly pop up says, clashing with the almost decent user interface.
I click yes.
“You will not be able to change your choices later.”
I probably won’t play for very long anyway, I click yes again.
“Are you sure?”
This game tried so hard to draw me in, yet it keeps stopping me, “Yes” I say out loud as I click the yes button on the screen.
“May you have a Glorious Fantasy.” Pops up, painfully colored Times New Roman text shoved into my face. Before I can close the pop-up, my vision blurs and I suddenly black out, a loud cracking noise deafening me.
I wake up to bird chirping, fresh chilled air, and an odd soft weight on my chest.
“Ugh.” As I groan, I hear a soft, cute voice in my ear. “What?” I say, the unknown voice echo’s back loud enough to drown out my own voice.
“Why are you-.” I stop talking, the voice stops with me as I quickly sit up. Nobodies around, I’m in a small field surrounded by a thick forest. A place so thick with life that seemed very similar to the forest I am used to, but far more colorful.
VR, virtual reality? I think to myself. Why would I think that? Because the only thing I recall doing before I woke up here was starting up that probably fake game. But I don’t have any VR equipment, and I didn’t download anything.
This is way too real.
I look down at my hands, the soft and delicate hands before me made my normal hands look like ugly slabs of meat.
I shift my eyes further down.
No, no, no, no.
I move a hand down to touch the new protrusion on my chest.
Squish.
So soft...
Ah, no, this is bad.
I can’t be-
Why am I crying?
I move my hands up and rub against soft features I’m not used to, tears I am not used to.
Sob.
Scared. No this might just be a dream. I pinch myself.
Ow.
It feels real.
Sob
No! I can’t cry. I stand up and almost fall down, my new height of 4’5 made me stumble my way almost into the strange forest. I need to find some water, that’s reflective, right?
I can’t accept my situation, so in a fit of self-delusion I stumble into the forest, while hardly able to control my own two feet I somehow avoid ever really tripping or falling, my eyes shifting around and processing things far faster than I ever did in the past.
After about ten minutes of stumbling around I finally find a small stream, while the water isn’t clear, it makes things all too clear to me. I see the pretty girl I made, while her features were obscured by mud and torn up old rags I could still see those sharp amber eyes on a cute face. I could even see a hint of red from crying.
I tried to smile a bit.
This is bad.
I couldn’t deny the sensation and smells and started sobbing again. Of course I would, what man wouldn’t cry at the loss of his manhood?
I’m not a crybaby.
I’m not.
Sob.
Unable to stand the sight of this new form anymore I turn around planning to figure out where I am. A low growl sounding in the direction I just looked away from. Monsters? I bolted out of panic while trying to call up some sort of menu. No luck. Some sort of tutorial. No luck. Don't spirited away stories usually have some sort of magical guide? I finally will myself to look back and almost stop.
Kittens!
Giant saber-toothed tabby kittens.
“Why is are they so cute?!” I involuntarily squeal out as I continue running away.
I have no idea how to use magic, and if my body is anything like those stats I set up, those things can kill me instantly and I am too weak to fight back. After half a minute of running, suffering all sorts of pains in the forest, I start gasping for breath.
Weak, why did I make myself so weak? I scream inside my mind, frustrated with my choices.
I want to stop but I know I’ll die instantly, so I push myself further into the forest, and into this new world.
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Author's note: So many cats, this story will have so many cats that I can’t even. I cat-even.
So yeah, I’ve been reading gender-bender stuff for a long time, there is just something fun about reading the story of a guy learning girl problems. Along with that, those stories are just so fluffy that I wanna try it.
I hope you enjoyed my story! ^.^
) But this story weirdly worked for me. 
I appreciated that you mixed the gamer language with regular language so you would be able to connect with people that already know all of the lingo while also not isolating those of us that only play Sims :p I also felt drawn to the MC's rather disinterested affect throughout the whole experience - like he was putting thought into it while also being like meh i'm not going to play for very long so why put in a lot of effort. 
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