The name is Richard Marshall, and I used to be an average fifteen-year-old "nerd." Your probably wondering what I mean by "used to be", but before I get to that you might want to know a little bit about me.

Like I said, I'm what most people would call a "nerd." For most of my life I've had that label, and to a degree I deserve it. Ever since elementary school I've been either the smartest or one of the smartest kids in my class. I answered most of the questions asked, read books at lunch, made almost complete straight A's (I still curse math class for that), and knew the school librarian on a first name basis. I even had the look of one. Partly overweight, polo shirts and khakis, and a pair of glasses. Of course, in elementary school the smart kid just happens to be the number one target of teasing, and I was no exception. Being on the outskirts of my school's society did hurt a little, but the small amount of friends I had helped me through it. I wonder what ever happened to them?

Eventually, as everything does, we all grew up and moved on. In middle school I was brought back into the folds of society, with some teasing every now and then. Lucky for me, people began to realize that being smart was an advantage, and guess who just happened to be the smartest person in the grade (that, and our teacher once told us that be nice to everyone as they might be your boss one day). Still, even though being the smart-kid wasn't a stigma anymore, being on the edge of society had actually grown on me. I wasn't bothered as much, I could read my books in peace, and I could hang out with other outcasts who loved what I loved without fear of being teased. It was through these outcasts that I found my love of Digimon. Yep, I said it; I love Digimon. Loving Digimon alone is enough to give me the label of a nerd. Still, by this point I didn't really care, and everyone else had grown up enough to not care either.

My situation in high school wasn't that much different. Sure, I was more easily accepted by my peers, but having such little experience in social interacting has left me oblivious to people trying to talk to or hang out with me. That, and I'm naturally oblivious to begin with (how else could I crash a go-cart without even being in the driver seat). Still, I was one of the best in the class, teachers loved me, my peers had warmed up to me, and I had several friends. Life was good, and I thought there was nothing that could stop the flow.

That was my situation till just recently. As I mentioned earlier I "used to be" everything I just said. You're about to find out why I said that.

It was a Saturday afternoon when it happened. I was surfing the web, and had been cleaning out my inbox of spam when I found one thing that interested me. It was an email with the sender as Digimon Inc. Interested, as I was always looking for more Digimon stuff, I opened the email. What was in it shocked me.

"Do these idiots really think someone would pay $10.00 for shipping and handling for a videogame? It's amazing they haven't gone bankrupt yet. No one would pay that much money

I closed out the email, and was about to just aimlessly search when the doorbell rung. I looked out the window, only to find that it was the mailman. I quickly pulled off my pajamas (hey, it was a Saturday) and quickly pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a sweatshirt before heading down the stairs to answer the door. The mailman handed me a package, I signed for it, and off the two of us went on our separate ways. Heading up to my room, I opened up the package with a pair of scissors and began to dig through the hundreds of Styrofoam peanuts. At the bottom of the box I found what I had been looking for; a black-colored Digivice based on the one from the third season of the show (Tamers, whatever you want to call it)

"I can't believe it came so quickly. I only ordered it two days ago and its here. I didn't even pay for that shipping. I wonder if these buttons really work?"

I started playing around with the buttons, flipping through menus, and just enjoying myself when all of a sudden a beep pierced the air, and a shock went through my arms. I dropped the device, and silently swore to myself.

"Dang it, it must be defective. The stupid thing shocked me."

As I continued lamenting over my defective product, I suddenly felt a warm sensation come over me. Thinking that it was just some by-product of the shock (which I would later find out was half-right) I just ignored it. Heading back to my computer, I sat down to head to the company website to register a complaint and get a new one ordered. As my fingers flew across the board, I began to feel itchy all over. I was getting worried, as electric shocks shouldn't make you feel warm and itchy. I continued to ignore it, but finally decided to see what the problem was when it wouldn't stop. I opened up the neck of my sweatshirt to see if I had gotten a rash or something, but what I saw made up literally jump out of my chair and throw my shirt off.

"What the hell is going on here! Why am I growing white fur on my chest!?"

Panicking, I ran into the bathroom to get a better look at what was happening. The white fur was growing steadily over my chest and stomach, while grey fur was growing everywhere else. I was so dumbstruck by what was happening that I was almost completely covered by fur by the time that I realized that the Digivice must have done this.

I ran out of the bathroom, but I hadn't gotten very far when I stumbled over myself. Cursing silently again, I looked back at my feet, and was made even more depressed and scared. Apparently, I had been so concerned by the fur that I had failed to notice that my toenails had been growing longer and thicker, and had just broken through my slippers. They were a dark black in color, and by the way they looked were giant halves of a claw. Even though I wish it wasn't true, they weren't done yet. I had five toes, but only the middle one stayed put. The rest of them of began to fuse together into two giant claws, leaving me with three claws. Sitting back up, noticing that my spine had begun to feel uncomfortable, I removed my slippers. Just as I thought, they were covered in grey fur and had begun to form themselves into giant paws. They even had the rough patch of skin underneath them.

Even as I inspected my feet, my hands were doing the exact same thing. The nails were growing out and fusing into three giant claws oddly curved as if to be used for digging and pads were appearing on the underside. Seeing as going to my room was no use, I picked myself up and headed into the bathroom to see the rest of my changes. Just as I stepped through the doorway, my spine began to extend myself and press through my pants. I heard a rip as what I soon found out was my tail. It remained skin, until it too fell under the wave of gray fur. The end of my new appendage was flat and had split into three points at the end. If that wasn't enough, the laws of matter were broken as black bandages wrapped around the end of my tail.

With this new change finished with, I headed into the bathroom to watch the last of my humanity disappear. Watching the mirror, I moaned as my mouth and nose began to extend out and fuse into a muzzle that was once again covered in the gray fur with the tip where my nose used to be black and wet. My mouth ached as my canine teeth began to extend out into a small pair of fangs. My eyes grew a little larger, and along with my new look my senses began to improve.

"Oh, my god, this bathroom stinks. Who is supposed to clean this?"

I laughed as I remembered that it was my job to do so, and in this one moment I forget that I was in the middle of changing. This moment of innocence was broken as I looked in the mirror to see that my ears had moved up to the top of my head. They were also growing out longer and longer, though instead of drooping, they were heading out straight. The ends of the new pair of ears split again, and just like the rest of my body, they were soon covered in grey fur.

"I think it's all over with. God, I look like some kind of monster." I said, looking over in despair at my new body. The fur, the claws, the heightened senses, the muzzle, the tail! Speaking of the senses, I left the bathroom, as I felt sick from the stench. I headed towards my room, hoping that even with these claws I could get some answers from the company. As I walked, I noticed that the ceiling was getting higher, and the floor getting closer.

"Dang it, if this body wasn't enough now I'm shrinking. Can this day get any worse?"

That question was soon answered when I reached my computer. I could barely see the screen over the desk and computer, but the message that was on the screen was clear.

Dear Richard,

First off, the shipping prices for my game is not unreasonable for interdimensional shipping.

Anyway, I would like to explain to you what just happened. The Digital World is in grave danger, and you are needed to save it. I'm running out of time to speak, and so I must explain more once you are here. However, just know that the form of the Digimon Gazimon is safer for you than if you were to come here as a human.

Azulongmon

"I can't believe this. I get turned into a Digimon, and Azulongmon acts nonchalant about it. Wait, Azulongmon?! If he sent this message, then that means that…"

I didn't get the chance to finish that sentence, as a bright light arrived from my computer and dragged me with it. I attempted to resist and drag myself from it (hey, the claws were worth something), but events soon proved otherwise. In my attempt to resist, I knocked my head on the desk and was soon knocked out. Nothing since has been the same.