//////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_SHIRT:Undergarment = new Undergarment("Nob.Shirt", "Noble's Shirt", "fancy shirt", "a fancy shirt", TYPE_UPPERWEAR, 100, "A fancy white shirt fit for nobility, with translucent-thin fabric.", 2);
/Make unique, cannot drop from zealots while one is equipped 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-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--though so thin that your [skinfurscales] can be seen through it. This wouldn't make for good protection, however the material is rather comfortable and you can easily fit armor over it. [if (!isnaked) {After a moment of ridding yourself of your [armor]|Without further delay}], you slip the nobleman's shirt over yourself, finding it well-suited to your [if (fat) {"physique"|physique}]. 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's something bunched up within the sides, toward the back. Shaking it loose, a significant sheet of cloth falls across your [butt] and soon hangs [if (singleleg) {just above the ground|[if (taur) {from your beast-body|to your knees}]}] like a dress, though without a front. You wonder what the full ensemble was meant to look like.
/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 (goo) {, boosting the surface tension of your membrane until it's closer to thin rubber|[if (fur or scales) {, gripping the underlying flesh as if the [skinfurscale] wasn't even there}]}]. The shirt gets tighter beneath your digits, refusing you. Taking a breath, you dig your [claws] in and yank--[i:screeching] in pain for but a moment. The sensation might be compared to being snagged on dozens of sharp fish-hooks. Even if it may resist pulling off, you expect such translucent-thin fabric to at least tear! {enable [Cursed Shirt] conversations}
/Unequip (first time, but stage 3+)
All there is to tug on is a frilly drape 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 (goo) {slime|[if (skin=stalk,wood) {plant-}]flesh}] stings as if lashed! The pain is unpleasant, though possibly bearable, yet your arms refuse to put everything you have into it.
////Transformations
///Rare any time returning to camp with the shirt equipped
Sitting in the relative safety of camp, you consider your posture for a moment. Better form would do you more favors. {+feminine}
//
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. {+feminine}
//
Taking a moment in this lull of adventure, you make an effort to wipe away any grit or dirt that's accumulated on your [hands].  {+feminine}
///Occur during sleep, like other on-going TFs? Increasing odds of happening each night, maybe 15% +10% per each night that has passed since the last. 
//First transformation (stage 1)
You open your eyes to the sight of bright blue sky. Water sloshing across your [ears] is all you can hear. It smells of the sea. There'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're now completely submersed, and your chest feels ungodly tight.

You open your eyes to the sight of [if (cabin) {your cabin|your camp}]. 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.] {+femininity, -spd}
//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-walking, you have to assume. Unconsciously, your [hand] clasps onto your neck--it is as though sliced by several razors[if (!goo) {, and more disturbing, you find blood on your palm}]! 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'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.]

It burns and aches. Fortunately, while it's uncomfortable, you [i:can] still breathe air. Sighing, you stare up at the sky. It looks like the day is almost starting. {+femininity, -spd, gain gills, end sleep at 04:00 this time.}
/With gills, player has a small (10%?) 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-snake
/Random camp event, one time, while having gills
You take a deep breath--or, rather, you attempt to, but fall into a brief coughing fit instead.
/Rarely, after having seen the previous, and repeatable.
You crick your neck as your gills burn slightly in the open air. 
/Camp event if hasFollower=Rathazul
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.] {-5 fatigue}
//Third (stage 3)
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. Soon, 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-skirt that draped behind you is still there, sheer and [if (hasscales) {[scalecolor]|light}]. Hurrying now, you gaze at your reflection in the water. There's a somehow more fine quality to your [skinfurscales]--except for the ribs where still some kind of texture of the shirt has yet to vanish completely. The back-drape is connected to you, and you shiver as you touch it. It'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.{if cup size is less than B, increase size. Increase femininity. Shrink cock and balls slightly, if any present}
/Random camp events at stage 3+
Idling in camp, you brush your [hand] [if (bald) {across your scalp. Perhaps you should consider restoring your hair|through your [hair], enjoying the well-groomed feel of it. It's well worth it to maintain}]. {+feminine, shrink cock and balls}
/if (biped)
Resting by the firepit, you cross one leg over another, feeling more comfortable and put-together in the process. {+feminine, shrink cocks and balls}
/
//Fourth. Shrink any cocks and balls slightly
Floating on your back beneath the dark night sky is serene, truly. The water on your gills helps you relax far more than a dry bed, and the scene 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) {limb|limbs}] 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't bare to look anywhere else, too unnerved to see what has happened.
[Next]
Though the minutes drag on, you don't feel that tension in your chest going away. You might remain frozen in this position if not for brushing up against the shore--the loose soil and sand catches your arm. The change frees you from the locked stare, and you finally look down are your--your lengthy and beautiful tail, adorned with translucent fins at the end. The mermaid-half struggles slightly to bend toward you out of the water, but you find the fins in reach soon enough, where you rub it'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't dreaming. This is your body now. [if (any penis is small, remove small penises and all balls, add vagina if none present) {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. }]Heaving all the way onto land, you decide to head back to bed, dragging yourself unfortunately quite sluggishly outside the water. {legs=mermaid, -20 to current speed and -20 to maximum speed} (cannot do naga constriction attack)
//Camp events as full mermaid (one time)
Slithering across the ground, you find unexpected resistance and lurch forward! With sturdy posture, you're able to hold back from face-planting the dry, cracked dirt, but it gave you a jolt. There is a particular finesse to land-travel--every motion must have elegance to avoid digging into the ground or freezing up a muscle. (spd -1, +femininity)
/



///Attempting to enter the desert (first time)
Crossing over into the desert, the sun-baked sand immediately irritates your scales, sapping moisture from the fish-like coil. It pains you, but you continue a little further, bearing the harshness of the dry desert air until falling into a coughing fit. You reach for water, or any moisture at all, desperate for some kind of relief.
#has inventory item that can increase fluid, except bimbo liq, bro brew, or liddellium
[if (spring water in inventory) {Your [hand] grasps the bottle of water from Minerva's abode. With haste, you bring it to your lips and drink the contents. The pure, clean water is an incomparable relief to you. Next time, you should bring much more, you aren't sure of how far you can travel on just this much.|[if (marble's milk || isabella's milk) {A lovable bovine had given you her milk before you parted, and the bottle is still in your [inventory]. Comforted, you retrieve the sustenance and quaff it with haste. The pain of the dry dunes is mitigated slightly, but you won't enjoy this.|[if (has item with increase slime fluid property, assign one, randomly, to parse [item]) {Your [hand] grasps the [item] you brought with you. Desperate for fluid, you do as you must. {call item consumtion scene}
[pg]It's not an ideal solution, but it spares you from collapsing.}]}] At the very least, you should find some clean [i:water] instead, next time.}] {continue exploring desert, -10speed while there}
#no fluid in inventory
Nothing suitable appears in your [inventory], driving your anxiety up. You cannot face this landscape in your present condition, and so you force yourself to turn back and retreat to camp. Bring something to drink, next time... {return to camp, add 30 fatigue}
///Attempting to enter the volcanic crag (first time)
The heat increases dramatically as you crest the rocky terrain. Dry, cracked rock, ash, and soil is all there is to stand on, all burning to the touch. Lava flows can be seen, too. It hurts just to contemplate traversing a land like this. The muscles in your fish-like body clench up. Your throat squeezes shut and leaves you coughing yourself hoarse. You [i:need] some moisture.
#has inventory item that can increase fluid, except bimbo liq, bro brew, or liddellium
[if (spring water in inventory) {Your [hand] grasps the bottle of water from Minerva's abode. With haste, you bring it to your lips and drink the contents. The pure, clean water is an incomparable relief to you. Next time, you should bring much more, you aren't sure of how far you can travel on just this much.|[if (marble's milk || isabella's milk) {A lovable bovine had given you her milk before you parted, and the bottle is still in your [inventory]. Comforted, you retrieve the sustenance and quaff it with haste. The pain of the singed landscape is mitigated slightly, but you won't enjoy this.|[if (has item with increase slime fluid property, assign one, randomly, to parse [item]) {Your [heand] grasps the [item] you brought with you. Desperate for fluid, you do as you must. {call item consumption scene}
[pg]It's not an ideal solution, but it spares you from collapsing.}]}] At the very least, you should find some clean [i:water] instead, next time.}] {continue exploring crag, -10 speed while there}
#no fluid in inventory
Nothing suitable appears in your [inventory], driving your anxiety up. You cannot face this landscape in your present condition, and so you force yourself to turn back and retreat to camp. Bring something to drink, next time... {return to camp, add 30 fatigue}
//Subsequent attempts (either region)
[if (no fluid items) {You can't handle that in your present condition, you need to bring extra fluids {return to explore menu}|You slither into progressively hotter, dryer, more unforgiving terrain. It is daunting, but you quaff [item] and proceed.{-10 speed while exploring}{call item use scene}}]


////Late-term cure.
///Somehow give hints to player
///Desert event. +lust
The scorching sand is beginning to hurt just as you spot some shimmering in the distance--an oasis! You rub your temples and take a breath, hoping to make sure it's no mirage. [Weapon] ready, you [walk] the rest of the way.

The mirage doesn't move with your eyes, it doesn't bend or shift away as you get close, it's all very much here, and a surge of adrenaline compels you to dive into the water immediately. It's a shock to your system as the cooling aqua engulfs you! Truly, you finally feel you can breathe easy, until you spot a figure at the edge of the water.

A man soaking his feet. He has a toned and slim build, and a light tan that seems a touch closer to gray rather than normal. The only other element differentiating him from a human are pointed ears. He jolts in place and speaks. [say: Forgive me, I hadn't anticipated company... Certainly not in such an attractive form.]

You become conscious of his nudity, noting his clothes had been sitting a distance away. The tension of meeting a stranger in this world doesn't stop your body from recognizing him as an attractive form himself...
[if (only attracted to women) {[Reject].tooltip="The desires this curse places on you don't speak for you!"}] [Question].tooltip="What's he doing here?" [Flirt].tooltip="He's one thing in this desert you're happy to find hot."
//Reject. +lust
He finds you attractive, and just hearing that makes you feel a flutter in your chest. It's an off-putting reaction to have, you weren't attracted to men before this cursed shirt, and on a completely cerebral level you still don't enjoy the idea of a man having his way with you. Biting back your body's inclinations, you swim further away and assure the man you are not interested. It's unbecoming of a lady to desire for a man whose made no effort to properly court you--and that's beside the point!

The man nods his head understandingly. [say: I certainly don't mean to treat you as a plaything, you're beautiful. I would only wish to win you over like a knight would capture the heart of a princess.]
[if (lust>50) {[Swoon].tooltip="He knows what to say..."}] [Question].tooltip="Change the subject!" [disableif (lust==lustmax) {[Deny].tooltip="He must cease this, you aren't interested."}]
//Question. +lust
He isn't the only one that didn't anticipate company. Is he simply naturally exploratory, or does he have some reason to be here? Probing him with questions puts a grin on his face, and he happily answers, [say:I'm a shaman among my tribe. I come here to commune in peace with water.]

It piques your curiosity to know if there's anything special about the water here. [say: There is an ancient water spirit, far older than the desert itself. That's why the oasis remains.] He slips himself off the edge and begins to drift toward you. [say: My evocation rouses them from slumber, and they use their primordial spells to help my kin.]

The fit, tight body of the man gradually approaches you. The thought of an ancient spirit with magics you aren't familiar with grant hope to aid you, yet you must strain to articulate such a thought, as the shaman's sharp jaw and sultry gaze becomes overwhelmingly distracting.
[Flirt].tooltip="Perhaps solutions can wait." [Spirit].tooltip="Focus. Focus! This might be important." [disableif (lust==lustmax) {[Deny]}]
//Flirt. +lust
[if (Swoon) {Such wiles melt you... It pains you in some ways. This isn't the way you used to feel, but the thought creeps into your head that he seems so gallant and noble for a man of this world. While you keep your arms close to your chest and cast your gaze away, the man slips into the water and approaches you.|[if (!Question) {You, too, hadn't anticipated an encounter like this}] }]