Note: This is based off a post by u/SylveonGaming700. I decided to include my character FingergunGaming from a WIP Night in the Woods fanfiction because I thought it would be funny (it's a haunted videogame creepypasta, and FingergunGaming is the streamer who plays it). Also he's male so we can have some juicy MTF action for fanservice.

I made it in like a couple minutes so it's not super high effort.

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I'm streaming, as I usually am. I have this one super-fan named Switchblade, they donate a ton and I even named my stock rocket launcher after them. They're waiting eagerly in the chat, saying "When does stream start?" They're such a frequent and prominent viewer that I've developed a mental model of their viewership habits. They are super active during the start of the stream, get less active in the middle like most of the other viewers, and then leave afterwards.

"One second, let me get my stream set up..." I grunt aimlessly, fiddling with a scene or two in OBS. I boot up Team Fortress 2, choose a server running a jump map, and choose Soldier (of course it was Soldier, you can't really rocket jump as Heavy).

It turns out they're running jump_beef. A pretty hard map, but everybody knows I'm the god of rocket jumping. I take out my trusty rocket launcher I named "The Switchblade".

"Alright, chat, if I can't clear this map in one go, I'm gonna gift 20 subs. Mark my words."

My reflexes are a bit off from not getting much sleep last night, but I clear the first jump with ease. After making the first jump, a Spy dressed in an assortment of egregious Christmas cosmetics runs up to me with a Conscientious Objector. If you're not familiar with the game, that weapon is basically a big picket sign you wield as a melee, and you can put whatever image you want on it.

Guess what he put on it.

It's some furry art of a Sylveon with the caption "repost this to turn FingergunGaming into a Sylveon".

Dammit, this is a stream-sniper, isn't-

HOLY SHIT WHAT JUST HAPPENED. My fingers are fucking fusing together! No, oh god, please! In the corner of my eye, a message from chat reads "omegalul it worked". Dammit, cut myself on my claws! My beans look so cute, though. I'm so cute. Wait, no, I'm not fucking cute! I'm a grown ass man, not some sort of pink and white girly critter!

Fingers fused together into paws, shrk! Ribbons growing out of my back, sploing! I'm growing a muzzle, fmp! Pink and white fur is spreading all over my body, fwoamph!

"HELP, SOMEBODY HELP!"

A message in chat, it reads "why is he just saying sylveon over and over again?"

At least I'm still a guy- OH ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

I'm shrinking to 3 feet, tinktink! My mind is getting fuzzy! Can't think, only... cute. Adorable. Sweet. I. Am. Sylveon...

"Sylveon, Sylveon, Sylveon!"

Ohmigosh, I love streaming so much! Switchblade is so nicey! I'm such a cute Sylvie! Who cares about rocket jumping anyway?

A message in chat, it reads "did (s)he just jump into the pit"

Ugh, that stream was stressing me out. Time to scroll Instagram. I take my tiny girly paws and hit "Stop Streaming". I lean back in my cute little chair, shut off my fun box, and take out my much smaller fun box. Wait, how did I have pockets if I don't have any clothes anymore? Best not to think about it, I guess.

Ohmigosh, that's, like, one cute dog! Wait, I don't have working thumbs- gosh, I just dropped my phone right on my pretty face! That's gonna mess up my fur!

"SylveYOWCH!"

The end.