TftW: Critical Pain
TftW: Critical Pain
Donald Trump FTM TG/MC
NOTE:
This is a mostly humorous story based on personal experiences and is inspired in many ways by experiences i've had with people who just can't seem to understand how criticism works as a whole, the types of people that drive me crazy and this story pretty much sums up those type of people. This is also not to be taken seriously, any and all complaints or stupid 'WHY DID YOU DO THIS?' comments or stupid comments in general should either be left for something more serious or shouldn't be done or said at all.
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Ever dealt with someone that you just can't stand? Well in the writing industry, there was this one person who pretty much acted like that 24-7, she was a so-called 'critic' named Carol Selling, CarolSelling was somewhat of a bitch when it came to her job as a critic, she disgarded all works of literature that weren't to her liking as 'rubbish', acted like an SJW and tried to boss writers around and get them to write what she wanted. She proved to be qutie a pain around the work area. If it wasn't to her liking, said stories were deemed as 'rubbish', she always complained about how they weren't any good female characters even though they obviously were some in there and the like.
One of the authors she critized was having a stern-talking to her over her last review, and he wasn't very happy about what she had written, in fact he was considered reporting her and getting her fired, it would have done him good to have her fired from the company like that and would have made him feel better.
"ANOTHER crappy review from you, Carol?"
"I'm sorry but your story was just plain rubbish."
"You say that about EVERY story I write. Is there nothing about it that you like?"
"All of your stories are rubbish."
"That's the same excuse you use always all the time."
"But there aren't any female monsters in your story..."
"Yes there are. What? Haven't you been noticing them for the past 8 months? Have you been living under a rock or something? And for all your whining about the lack of female werecreatures...how come you haven't ever watched Cat People or Ginger Snaps? Don't tell me you haven't heard of those movies."
"But..."
"And don't get me started on your responses. Yeeeeah, you calling someone else a coward isn't exactly helping. You're the one who is acting cowardly, whenever someone tries to call you out, you get all defensive and try to confuse them with conveloted bullcrap that you spawned out of your noggin."
"What? I DON'T do that. They're only doing it because they think they're superior to me, that's all. They think they're being in charge by treating me like this and hiding behind their masks of cowardice."
"Oh? And I suppose you think you're the underdog in all of this. You have been a critic here at the company for FIVE whole years and you've just done the same shit over and over. Look, if you reaaaaally want to be a critic you're gonna have to learn what the difference between real criticism and bashing is."
"But my work is legit criticism."
"The only good reviews you've ever done are for books that feature weird human/fish hybrids. You seem to have some kind of weird attraction towards fish-people, you even mentioning that you like the Inkling characters from Splatoon and of course your mentions of Lovecraft in one of the other storylines. I suppose you'd like to date a Plutarkian if they were real, right? Exactly."
"What? Are you saying I have a fish-fetish?"
"Yep...you seem to have quite a hard on for aquatic creatures. In fact there's a rumor going around about you wanting to screw one of the mascots at the local aquarium. Also...if you're a supposed feminist type...then explain THAT."
"What?"
"THAT...That Donald Trump doll. Yeeeeah, no real feminist would support Trumpty Dumpty, and you are proving to me that you're not a real feminist, you're only pretending to be one and don't know how feminists even act. What? Do you actually like Trumpty. I'm sorry, nobody unironically likes Trump. "
"That's not true.."
"Technically it is, it's like liking a movie like Son Of The Mask unironically. You can't intentionally like a movie THAT horrible except if it's a So Bad It's Good movie. Same with Trump, you can't like him intentionally or unironically."
"But..."
"You know I think the two of you are perfect for each-other, you're both basically the same anyway. In fact, you practically are exactly like him, you're both loudmouths who don't know what the heck you're on about, you can't accept real criticism, you're crybabies and even worse...you both pretend that you're better than everyone else."
"No...no..."
"Oh yes..."
As much as she tried to cover it up, there was no denying that she was Trump-like in a lot of ways and that's what made her a terrible critic. In fact, she probably didn't even know how it worked apart from getting to say whatever was on her sick deluded mind and that was it and that was when the author revealed a little secret to her. He was no ordinary writer, he was one that had powers that allowed him to bring whatever he wrote to life just by thinking about it and writing it down. He thought for a few seconds before writing down something on a piece of paper.
"What are you writing down there?"
"You'll see." He responded as he began to write. 'The rude and abrasive critic found herself feeling rather ill as the author looked at her with a piercing icy glare, she then convulsed in agony as she slowly but surely began to transform and alter.'
"Ugh....I don't feel so good.."
Her head started to spin as her stomach gurgled and grumbled, she didn't know how or why but she was feeling rather unneasy as more writing appeared on the paper, pain started to jolt through her body as she started to convulse, her DNA slowly began to alter which triggered a series of changes from the outside as well. The first changes commenced on her upperbody starting with her arms as they broadened with a loud cracking sound, she looked at her arms and screamed.
Next to change were her hands as they broadened and enlarged, her wristwatch snapping off and being replaced by a new one as her fingernails dwindled in length and her fingers thickened, she groaned as the changes began to influence her, altering her DNA and her body in the process. She looked at her chest and torso and gasped as her breasts retracted into the former while it broadened along with the latter, in addition to this her stomach slowly bloated up and broadened, pushing against her top.
She tried to unbutton her top but her growing stomach was doing that for her, puckering multiple times as clutched onto it, her top slowly began to tear open as she grew in bulk, the skin on her hands slowly turning a peace-tan almost half orange color as her stomach bounced for a bit, pushing against her shirt until finally with a loud rip her shirt gave way to reveal the upper-half of a formal buisness suit growing underneath it.
In addition to this her grey trousers started to get tighter as her legs broadened and contorted in the same way her arms did, not only that but her feet enlarged as her shoes shfited to a pair of size 12 workshoes while a bone spur audibly formed in one of her feet, causing her to yelp in pain. Her belt unbuckled itself as her rear slowly inflated, losing its more efeminate curve but still inflating to be pretty large. Her trousers tightened even more at the back as her rear grew a bit more, pushing against them and with a ripping sound her trousers tore apart to reveal the lower-half of the suit forming underneath while her privates altered to the more mannish variant.
Her shoulders and back broadened with a crunch as she elevated in height to 6'2, now weighing around 236lbs, she poked her much larger stomach with her finger and tried to move around with her bulikier build while her neckline altered, a long necktie of a crimson color slowly wrapping itself around her neck and growing down to her stomach as her face slowly turned the same colour as her hands, her hair slowly fluffing up as it turned from dark brown to blonde, and without warning - she started instinctively combing it over, as her brow sloped, her eyebrows bushed up and turned blonde to go with her hair as her eyes turned from olive to icy blue - widening in the process.
Her nose stretched in length as her mouth widened, her lips losing a bit of their feminity and shrinking a bit as her cheekbones sharpened and her jawline broadened, her features grizzling and contorting themselves until she looked more like 2000's era Trump and less like herself.
There was a grumbling sensation in her throat as her voice gruffened, altering to become more masculine and developing a New York accent and mannerisms that matched her new appearance, her mind started to get clouded as new memories and thoughts took over, memories of being a very wealthy and famous tycoon and reality show and she remembered being male and that she or rather he was Donald J. Trump.
He stretched for a few minutes before adjusting, ever since the author had imagined him as a supernatural creature he had been trying to keep control of his monster powers knowing that he was a Monstrump and probably could harm others if he wasn't careful, and he wasn't quite ready to go out and start building his 'army' yet. He turned to the author and blushed a little, out of embarrassment due to accidentally knocking over one of the sculptures with his inhuman strength.
"Are you alright there?"
"Yeah...I'm alright. I still can't get the hang of my powers though."
"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon enough, you just have to keep practicing."
"You really think i've got what it takes?"
"Yeah...just don't do anything too monstrous or destructive."
"I won't..."
"Oh and whatever you don't, please do NOT run for president."
"Now why would I do that?"
"Beats me...unless you really want to that is."
"Heh heh..i'll keep that in mind."
"That's good to hear."
And thus, with that the new Trump walked around for quite a few hours, adjusting to being in a much smaller area and going around finding humans to hire as Apprentices, he was a Monstrump after all and like on the show he needed an apprentice, of course there were plenty of humans to choose from. Given at this time he wasn't fully monstrous or evil in the slightest, he kept his temper and his powers under control for the time being until it was ready for him to take action.
As for what happened to him, well let's just say he most certainly did learn his lesson and he learned about how to use his developing powers for good first before moving on to bigger things, learning to adjust in a much smaller place than the ones he was accustomed to proved to be quite a challenge as well but he grew used to it. As for what happened later, both him and the author stayed on good terms, since the author could keep him under control if he ever got too aggressive and he could help him if needed.
Remember my friends, there is a diference between critiquing and bashing, not everything needs to be sugar-coated but we also must remember that nitpicking and saying 'this sucks' does not equal legit critiques, as it is more on the lines of bashing or trolling than anything, at least nitpicking can be good for something though. When it comes to critiquing, don't be the 'This sucks' person, not even if you're pretending to do it, don't be the 'Everything sucks' guy, just don't.
Donald Trump FTM TG/MC
NOTE:
This is a mostly humorous story based on personal experiences and is inspired in many ways by experiences i've had with people who just can't seem to understand how criticism works as a whole, the types of people that drive me crazy and this story pretty much sums up those type of people. This is also not to be taken seriously, any and all complaints or stupid 'WHY DID YOU DO THIS?' comments or stupid comments in general should either be left for something more serious or shouldn't be done or said at all.
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Ever dealt with someone that you just can't stand? Well in the writing industry, there was this one person who pretty much acted like that 24-7, she was a so-called 'critic' named Carol Selling, CarolSelling was somewhat of a bitch when it came to her job as a critic, she disgarded all works of literature that weren't to her liking as 'rubbish', acted like an SJW and tried to boss writers around and get them to write what she wanted. She proved to be qutie a pain around the work area. If it wasn't to her liking, said stories were deemed as 'rubbish', she always complained about how they weren't any good female characters even though they obviously were some in there and the like.
One of the authors she critized was having a stern-talking to her over her last review, and he wasn't very happy about what she had written, in fact he was considered reporting her and getting her fired, it would have done him good to have her fired from the company like that and would have made him feel better.
"ANOTHER crappy review from you, Carol?"
"I'm sorry but your story was just plain rubbish."
"You say that about EVERY story I write. Is there nothing about it that you like?"
"All of your stories are rubbish."
"That's the same excuse you use always all the time."
"But there aren't any female monsters in your story..."
"Yes there are. What? Haven't you been noticing them for the past 8 months? Have you been living under a rock or something? And for all your whining about the lack of female werecreatures...how come you haven't ever watched Cat People or Ginger Snaps? Don't tell me you haven't heard of those movies."
"But..."
"And don't get me started on your responses. Yeeeeah, you calling someone else a coward isn't exactly helping. You're the one who is acting cowardly, whenever someone tries to call you out, you get all defensive and try to confuse them with conveloted bullcrap that you spawned out of your noggin."
"What? I DON'T do that. They're only doing it because they think they're superior to me, that's all. They think they're being in charge by treating me like this and hiding behind their masks of cowardice."
"Oh? And I suppose you think you're the underdog in all of this. You have been a critic here at the company for FIVE whole years and you've just done the same shit over and over. Look, if you reaaaaally want to be a critic you're gonna have to learn what the difference between real criticism and bashing is."
"But my work is legit criticism."
"The only good reviews you've ever done are for books that feature weird human/fish hybrids. You seem to have some kind of weird attraction towards fish-people, you even mentioning that you like the Inkling characters from Splatoon and of course your mentions of Lovecraft in one of the other storylines. I suppose you'd like to date a Plutarkian if they were real, right? Exactly."
"What? Are you saying I have a fish-fetish?"
"Yep...you seem to have quite a hard on for aquatic creatures. In fact there's a rumor going around about you wanting to screw one of the mascots at the local aquarium. Also...if you're a supposed feminist type...then explain THAT."
"What?"
"THAT...That Donald Trump doll. Yeeeeah, no real feminist would support Trumpty Dumpty, and you are proving to me that you're not a real feminist, you're only pretending to be one and don't know how feminists even act. What? Do you actually like Trumpty. I'm sorry, nobody unironically likes Trump. "
"That's not true.."
"Technically it is, it's like liking a movie like Son Of The Mask unironically. You can't intentionally like a movie THAT horrible except if it's a So Bad It's Good movie. Same with Trump, you can't like him intentionally or unironically."
"But..."
"You know I think the two of you are perfect for each-other, you're both basically the same anyway. In fact, you practically are exactly like him, you're both loudmouths who don't know what the heck you're on about, you can't accept real criticism, you're crybabies and even worse...you both pretend that you're better than everyone else."
"No...no..."
"Oh yes..."
As much as she tried to cover it up, there was no denying that she was Trump-like in a lot of ways and that's what made her a terrible critic. In fact, she probably didn't even know how it worked apart from getting to say whatever was on her sick deluded mind and that was it and that was when the author revealed a little secret to her. He was no ordinary writer, he was one that had powers that allowed him to bring whatever he wrote to life just by thinking about it and writing it down. He thought for a few seconds before writing down something on a piece of paper.
"What are you writing down there?"
"You'll see." He responded as he began to write. 'The rude and abrasive critic found herself feeling rather ill as the author looked at her with a piercing icy glare, she then convulsed in agony as she slowly but surely began to transform and alter.'
"Ugh....I don't feel so good.."
Her head started to spin as her stomach gurgled and grumbled, she didn't know how or why but she was feeling rather unneasy as more writing appeared on the paper, pain started to jolt through her body as she started to convulse, her DNA slowly began to alter which triggered a series of changes from the outside as well. The first changes commenced on her upperbody starting with her arms as they broadened with a loud cracking sound, she looked at her arms and screamed.
Next to change were her hands as they broadened and enlarged, her wristwatch snapping off and being replaced by a new one as her fingernails dwindled in length and her fingers thickened, she groaned as the changes began to influence her, altering her DNA and her body in the process. She looked at her chest and torso and gasped as her breasts retracted into the former while it broadened along with the latter, in addition to this her stomach slowly bloated up and broadened, pushing against her top.
She tried to unbutton her top but her growing stomach was doing that for her, puckering multiple times as clutched onto it, her top slowly began to tear open as she grew in bulk, the skin on her hands slowly turning a peace-tan almost half orange color as her stomach bounced for a bit, pushing against her shirt until finally with a loud rip her shirt gave way to reveal the upper-half of a formal buisness suit growing underneath it.
In addition to this her grey trousers started to get tighter as her legs broadened and contorted in the same way her arms did, not only that but her feet enlarged as her shoes shfited to a pair of size 12 workshoes while a bone spur audibly formed in one of her feet, causing her to yelp in pain. Her belt unbuckled itself as her rear slowly inflated, losing its more efeminate curve but still inflating to be pretty large. Her trousers tightened even more at the back as her rear grew a bit more, pushing against them and with a ripping sound her trousers tore apart to reveal the lower-half of the suit forming underneath while her privates altered to the more mannish variant.
Her shoulders and back broadened with a crunch as she elevated in height to 6'2, now weighing around 236lbs, she poked her much larger stomach with her finger and tried to move around with her bulikier build while her neckline altered, a long necktie of a crimson color slowly wrapping itself around her neck and growing down to her stomach as her face slowly turned the same colour as her hands, her hair slowly fluffing up as it turned from dark brown to blonde, and without warning - she started instinctively combing it over, as her brow sloped, her eyebrows bushed up and turned blonde to go with her hair as her eyes turned from olive to icy blue - widening in the process.
Her nose stretched in length as her mouth widened, her lips losing a bit of their feminity and shrinking a bit as her cheekbones sharpened and her jawline broadened, her features grizzling and contorting themselves until she looked more like 2000's era Trump and less like herself.
There was a grumbling sensation in her throat as her voice gruffened, altering to become more masculine and developing a New York accent and mannerisms that matched her new appearance, her mind started to get clouded as new memories and thoughts took over, memories of being a very wealthy and famous tycoon and reality show and she remembered being male and that she or rather he was Donald J. Trump.
He stretched for a few minutes before adjusting, ever since the author had imagined him as a supernatural creature he had been trying to keep control of his monster powers knowing that he was a Monstrump and probably could harm others if he wasn't careful, and he wasn't quite ready to go out and start building his 'army' yet. He turned to the author and blushed a little, out of embarrassment due to accidentally knocking over one of the sculptures with his inhuman strength.
"Are you alright there?"
"Yeah...I'm alright. I still can't get the hang of my powers though."
"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon enough, you just have to keep practicing."
"You really think i've got what it takes?"
"Yeah...just don't do anything too monstrous or destructive."
"I won't..."
"Oh and whatever you don't, please do NOT run for president."
"Now why would I do that?"
"Beats me...unless you really want to that is."
"Heh heh..i'll keep that in mind."
"That's good to hear."
And thus, with that the new Trump walked around for quite a few hours, adjusting to being in a much smaller area and going around finding humans to hire as Apprentices, he was a Monstrump after all and like on the show he needed an apprentice, of course there were plenty of humans to choose from. Given at this time he wasn't fully monstrous or evil in the slightest, he kept his temper and his powers under control for the time being until it was ready for him to take action.
As for what happened to him, well let's just say he most certainly did learn his lesson and he learned about how to use his developing powers for good first before moving on to bigger things, learning to adjust in a much smaller place than the ones he was accustomed to proved to be quite a challenge as well but he grew used to it. As for what happened later, both him and the author stayed on good terms, since the author could keep him under control if he ever got too aggressive and he could help him if needed.
Remember my friends, there is a diference between critiquing and bashing, not everything needs to be sugar-coated but we also must remember that nitpicking and saying 'this sucks' does not equal legit critiques, as it is more on the lines of bashing or trolling than anything, at least nitpicking can be good for something though. When it comes to critiquing, don't be the 'This sucks' person, not even if you're pretending to do it, don't be the 'Everything sucks' guy, just don't.
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