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//////Mermaid Princess Quest
////Basics
Acquire noble shirt around the boat, against a zealot. This also means the female cultists have the nun habit and the male ones have mermaid starter.
/
public const SEA\PYZus{}SHIRT:Undergarment = new Undergarment(\PYZdq{}Nob.Shirt\PYZdq{}, \PYZdq{}Noble\PYZsq{}s Shirt\PYZdq{}, \PYZdq{}fancy shirt\PYZdq{}, \PYZdq{}a fancy shirt\PYZdq{}, TYPE\PYZus{}UPPERWEAR, 100, \PYZdq{}A fancy white shirt fit for nobility, with translucent\PYZhy{}thin fabric.\PYZdq{}, 2);
/Make unique, cannot drop from zealots while one is equipped, in inventory, or in storage
/Adds sexiness, and is one of extremely few masculine undershirts in the game. Perfect for a handsome swashbuckler that likes a bit of tease skill.
/Equip scene
Although found around the water, this fancy\PYZhy{}looking shirt is dry and in good condition. The ruffles around the chest give it some kind of noble bearing, and the fabric is an unblemished white\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}though so thin that your [skinfurscales] can be seen through it. This wouldn\PYZsq{}t make for good protection, however the material is rather comfortable and you can easily fit armor over it. [if (!isnakedupper) \PYZob{}After a moment of ridding yourself of your [armor]|Without further delay\PYZcb{}], you slip the nobleman\PYZsq{}s shirt over yourself, finding it well\PYZhy{}suited to your [if (fat) \PYZob{}\PYZbs{}\PYZdq{}physique\PYZbs{}\PYZdq{}|physique\PYZcb{}]. Some minor adjustments may be needed, you think, as your [hand] tries in vain to flatten out the hips.

No, you rethink your assessment. There\PYZsq{}s something bunched up within the sides, toward the back. Shaking it loose, a significant length of cloth falls across your [butt] in two drapes, and soon hangs [if (singleleg) \PYZob{}just above the ground|[if (istaur) \PYZob{}from your beast\PYZhy{}body|to your knees\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}] like coat\PYZhy{}tails or perhaps a dress, though without a front. You wonder what the full ensemble was meant to look like.
/If disenchanted or unbound, no equip scene, just works like most clothes.
/Unequip scene if unbound (not disenchanted)
Done with wearing the shirt for the moment, you start to pull it off\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}it tears! It\PYZsq{}s a wonder it could handle being worn at all for how easily it comes apart in your [hands]. At least it comes off easily... \PYZob{}delete the item\PYZcb{}
/Unequip scene (first time, and still a shirt)
As attractive as the attire is, you intend to be done with it now. However, at your touch, it clings to your [skin][if (isgoo) \PYZob{}, boosting the surface tension of your membrane until it\PYZsq{}s closer to thin rubber|[if (fur or scales) \PYZob{}, gripping the underlying flesh as if the [skinfurscales] [if (hasScales) \PYZob{}weren\PYZsq{}t|wasn\PYZsq{}t\PYZcb{}] even there\PYZcb{}]\PYZcb{}]. The shirt gets tighter beneath your digits, refusing you. Taking a breath, you dig your [claws] in and yank\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}[i:screeching] in pain for but a moment. The sensation might be compared to being snagged on dozens of sharp fish\PYZhy{}hooks. Even if it may resist pulling off, you expect such translucent\PYZhy{}thin fabric to at least tear! \PYZob{}enable [Cursed Shirt] conversations\PYZcb{}
/Unequip (first time, but stage 3+)
All there is to tug on are the frilly drapes behind you, but that is still plenty to grip. Reaching back, you awkwardly yank it hard, yelping at the sharp pain! It is as if dozens of hooks tearing you asunder, and much of that pain comes from [i:within] the skirt, as vividly as your own [skin].
/Unequip (repeated)
Pulling at the cursed undergarment, your [if (isgoo) \PYZob{}slime|[if (skin=stalk,wood) \PYZob{}plant\PYZhy{}\PYZcb{}]flesh\PYZcb{}] stings as if lashed! The pain is unpleasant, though possibly bearable, yet your arms refuse to put everything you have into it.
/Unequip if disenchanted is just generic.
////Transformations
///Rare any time returning to camp with the shirt equipped. All the short, random camp events *perhaps* should be appended to the start of the camp description, not get the screen to itself. (longer events get their own screen and [Next] button though.)
Sitting in the relative safety of camp, you consider your posture for a moment. Better form would do you more favors. \PYZob{}+feminine\PYZcb{}
//
You almost find yourself slouching as you let your guard down in camp, but think better of it and straighten out in a more elegant pose. \PYZob{}+feminine\PYZcb{}
//
Taking a moment in this lull of adventure, you make an effort to wipe away any grit or dirt that\PYZsq{}s accumulated on your [hands].  \PYZob{}+feminine\PYZcb{}
//
Your mind drifts for a moment, pining for something.
//
You stumble slightly [walking] through camp.
//
You adjust your [armor], straightening it out and patting off any debris.
///Occur during sleep, like other on\PYZhy{}going TFs? Increasing odds of happening each night, maybe 15\PYZpc{} +10\PYZpc{} per each night that has passed since the last. Never increase odds if liddellium effect present, stays whatever base odds.
//First transformation (stage 1)
You open your eyes to the sight of a bright blue sky. Water sloshing across your [ears] is all you can hear. It smells of the sea. There\PYZsq{}s a peace to the moment you find yourself grateful for, but a small wave sweeps over your face and smothers you, tossing you into a panic! Heavy resistance slows your arms as you flail, revealing you\PYZsq{}re now completely submersed, and your chest feels ungodly tight.

You open your eyes to the sight of [if (cabin) \PYZob{}your cabin|your camp\PYZcb{}]. A crushing weight still constricts your lungs, and you look down to see your once loose shirt is taut to your [skinfurscales]. The collar is flat around your neck as well... Yet, no pressing danger. The sense of peace from your dream returns, drifting you back to sleep, [b:with a gentle look upon your face.] \PYZob{}+femininity, \PYZhy{}spd\PYZcb{}
//Second (stage 2)
A heavy flex of your diaphragm throws you into a coughing fit; your throat is so dry it seems to collapse in on itself. With all your might, you crawl across the sand toward the oasis and put one last surge into lunging yourself in!

You awake in the stream near camp, sputtering and coughing. Sleep\PYZhy{}walking, you have to assume. [if (hasgills) \PYZob{}Heaving yourself to shore, you groan and feel more water\PYZhy{}logged than normal. Although you stretch and take several breaths, the sensation still bothers you, and it becomes clear it\PYZsq{}s coming from your [b:gills.] The thin filaments of tissue inside have become more sensitive.|Unconsciously, your [hand] clasps onto your neck\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}it is as though sliced by several razors[if (!isgoo) \PYZob{}, and more disturbing, you find blood on your palm\PYZcb{}]! Heaving yourself to shore, you stare back at the surface of the water, straining to see your reflection: the collar of your shirt is gone, and in its place, several horizontal slits on either side of your neck. Rushing to rinse the cuts, you splash them, and the fluid provides incredible relief for a moment. In fact, it\PYZsq{}s invigorating, like a breath of fresh air; but, [i:only] for a moment, as it soon constricts like your throat has gone dry. A slight choking sensation worries you, and you examine the slits again. Spreading them open, you see many thin filaments of tissue, but made fully bare outside the water renders it extremely sore. [b:Gills.]\PYZcb{}]

It burns and aches. Fortunately, while it\PYZsq{}s uncomfortable, you [i:can] still breathe air. Sighing, you stare up at the sky. It looks like the day is almost starting. \PYZob{}+femininity, \PYZhy{}spd, gain gills, end sleep at 04:00 this time.\PYZcb{}
/With gills, player has a small (10\PYZpc{}?) increase in all fatigue costs, but swimming and bathing restores fatigue (including the bath in the bog temple). If naga body, change race to sea\PYZhy{}snake (sea snakes don\PYZsq{}t have gills, it\PYZsq{}s more like an eel, but \PYZdq{}female eel\PYZdq{} sounds so much worse) Cannot TF the gills away until the cursed shirt is removed
These changes should apply to shark and anemone gills too, mechanically (if wearing the item)
/Random camp event, one time, while having gills
You take a deep breath\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}or, rather, you attempt to, but fall into a brief coughing fit instead. \PYZob{}+fatigue\PYZcb{}
/Rarely, after having seen the previous, and repeatable. Requires neck gills, not anemone chest gills
You crick your neck as your gills burn slightly in the open air. 
/
A soft sigh escapes your lips. One careful, measured breath after another.
/Camp event if hasFollower=Rathazul one time
A sharp intake of breath turns into a pained cough, alerting the nearby alchemist. Rathazul seems to eye your gills quickly and offers some water. [say: Here, [name]. I keep clean water at hand, use it.] You express your thanks as you pull the flask from his wrinkled grasp, and the soothing sensation of water flowing down your throat is a tremendous relief. [say: You must be more wary,] he warns. [say: Much in this world will change you.] \PYZob{}\PYZhy{}5 fatigue\PYZcb{}
//Third (stage 3) \PYZob{}if cup size is less than B, increase size. Increase femininity. Shrink cock and balls significantly, if any present\PYZcb{}
Breaching the surface of the water, the open air makes your [skin] tingle. A fine sunny day warms your gills while you drag yourself onto shore. Smooth, clear words escape your lips, praising the tender light for its soothing heat, and the wide fin of your tail sweeps more water over yourself to keep you from drying. Then you sigh; your chest is feeling puffy and sensitive. When you reach up to caress your [breasts], the difference is clear.

You awake in your [cabin], [hand] to your delicate [skinfurscales]. The shirt is gone! Whoever may have blessed you with this service has more than earned your gratitude, yet perhaps this is mere chance. In high spirits, you get up and [walk] to the stream to look at your freed self.

Yet, amid your stride, the truth is revealed: the half\PYZhy{}skirt that draped behind you is still there, sheer and [if (hasscales) \PYZob{}[scalecolor]|light\PYZcb{}]. Hurrying now, you gaze at your reflection in the water. There\PYZsq{}s a somehow more fine quality to your [skinfurscales]\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}except for the ribs where still some kind of texture of the shirt has yet to vanish completely. The back\PYZhy{}drape is connected to you, and you shiver as you touch it. It\PYZsq{}s no longer cloth, this is a true extension of your body! Mixed feelings cloud your heart. Twisting your [hips], however, twirls the dress in at least an attractive fashion. You had thought of refining your style, and it does suit that... Settling down, you straighten up and return to bed to finish off what few hours remain of the night.
/Random camp events at stage 3+
Idling in camp, you brush your [hand] [if (bald) \PYZob{}across your scalp. Perhaps you should consider restoring your hair|through your [hair], enjoying the well\PYZhy{}groomed feel of it. It\PYZsq{}s well worth it to maintain\PYZcb{}]. \PYZob{}+feminine, shrink cock and balls\PYZcb{}
/if (biped)
Resting by the firepit, you cross one leg over another, feeling more comfortable and put\PYZhy{}together in the process. \PYZob{}+feminine, shrink cocks and balls\PYZcb{}
/
//Fourth. Shrink any cocks and balls
Floating on your back beneath the dark night sky is serene, truly. The water on your gills helps you relax far better than a dry bed, and the scent of moist air and riverside grass is so much more natural than anything you can smell from the [cabin]. This must be another dream, you think, and like any other, the soreness in your [legs] assures the peace cannot last. Even in the chill waters, the burning in your lower body is intense. Attempting to swim toward the shore makes your stiff [if (singleleg) \PYZob{}limb|limbs\PYZcb{}] only hurt more. Sickness fills your stomach and you wince; the pressure below builds and builds until a horrifying and nauseating [i:snapping] sensation renders it all completely numb.

Staring up at the night sky, you can\PYZsq{}t bare to look anywhere else, too unnerved to see what has happened.
[Next] //mermaid body can not be morphed to anything else while wearing the cursed or unbound shirt.
Though the minutes drag on, you don\PYZsq{}t feel that tension in your chest going away. You might remain frozen in this position if not for brushing up against the shore\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}the loose soil and sand catches your arm. The change frees you from the locked stare, and you finally look down at your\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}your lengthy and beautiful tail, adorned with translucent fins at the end. The mermaid\PYZhy{}half struggles slightly to bend toward you out of the water, but you find the fins in reach soon enough, where you rub it\PYZsq{}s soft, silky texture between your digits. It flattens to your body easily if compressed, and can splay out wide enough to give great control in swimming.

You aren\PYZsq{}t dreaming. This is your body now. [if (any penis is small, remove small penises and all balls, add vagina if none present) \PYZob{}Feeling it over some more, you soon investigate the scaly slit a small distance below your pubis. Inside this cloaca, a definite absence is felt. It is difficult to say what has happened, noting the [genitalsdetail]. All is what you expect, yet no less off. \PYZcb{}]Heaving all the way onto land, you decide to head back to bed, dragging yourself unfortunately quite sluggishly outside the water. \PYZob{}legs=mermaid, \PYZhy{}20 to current speed and \PYZhy{}20 to maximum speed\PYZcb{} (cannot do naga constriction attack, but otherwise applies to (isnaga) conditions)
//New full mermaid skill: Chant. Add some lust(not much), and deal speed debuff to all enemies with power based on tease bonus. And, why not, cannot be blinded during the turn you\PYZsq{}re doing this. Permable on ascension if you still have it, otherwise removed if no longer mermaid race.
Your eyes drift shut and the world goes quiet. With a deep breath, you begin to sing a wordless tune\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}gentle and rhythmic. Its refined, careful sound soothes any that hear it.
//Camp events as full mermaid (one time)
Slithering across the ground, you find unexpected resistance and lurch forward! With sturdy posture, you\PYZsq{}re able to hold back from face\PYZhy{}planting the dry, cracked dirt, but it gave you a jolt. There is a particular finesse to land\PYZhy{}travel\PYZhy{}\PYZhy{}every motion must have elegance to avoid digging into the ground or freezing up a muscle. (spd \PYZhy{}1, +femininity)
/
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