Ravage knew, as soon as he stepped through the portal, that something was drastically and horrifically wrong.
For one thing, he had been fully awake upon stepping out of the portal, but now felt as though he had just woken up. Furthermore, he could feel some sort of fabric brushing against him—not against his metallic components and the fur of his beast mode, but against skin.
Hairless, naked, putridly organic skin.
The jaguar bolted upright with a start, now fully awake, and noticed that something was wrong with his voice. He paid it little heed, more fixated on the fact that he was clad, to his dismay and disgust, in the flesh of the very humans he despised.
“This can’t be happening,” he moaned, bringing oddly-delicate hands up to his temples and clutching at his skull through thick locks of long, wavy hair—
Wait a nano…unless they were in certain types of bands, human males didn’t cultivate long hair. So what…?
The jaguar’s eyes widened, and he cast his gaze about his surroundings in search of something—anything—that would allow him to see himself. He saw that he was in an untidy and unkempt room, filled with useless human junk and a primitive human television and computer, sitting in a bed whose covers had been flung off in his haste to rise. Finally his gaze landed on a large mirror, and he stared slack-jawed at what he had become.
Gaping back at him was a well-endowed, athletically-built female with dark skin and wavy brown hair which fell to just above her hips. Startled green eyes, their pupils slitted like a cat’s, gazed dumbstruck at him from a face that would be attractive to a human but to his eyes was marred by that fleshy protuberance humans relied upon for their olfactory senses. Her clothes, which hung loosely about her dishevelled frame, left little to the imagination.
Ravage blinked, and so did the human female. He raised a hand, and she followed his movements exactly. He raised it to his mouth, stuck out his index finger, and bit down on it—and she mirrored his pained wince perfectly.
The jaguar sighed in defeat, her eyelids drooping dangerously. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me…