You are Asriel Dreemurr. You were supposed to be in college, but somehow you ended up lost in a Dark World. After a long search you finally collected every last Pink Dollar and claimed the key that opens the mysterious Pink Door. You stand in front of the door now. The key clicks into the lock—And the world rips sideways. You’re yanked through the Pink Door before you can even blink. Soft pink light floods your vision as you land hard on a smooth, glowing floor. The door seals shut behind you with a heavy thud.Then the changes start. Your fur begins to flush a bright, candy pink, the color spreading like spilled paint. Your chest tightens, then swells outward into soft, full breasts that bounce lightly with every breath. Your hips push wider, your waist cinches in, and a deep, fluttering heat blooms between your legs as your shrinks, softens, and finally inverts into a warm, sensitive . Your face rounds out, becoming cuter, while your hair lengthens into silky pink locks that brush your shoulders. Every last inch of you is claimed by the same vibrant pink. By the time the last spark of magic fades, you are no longer the Asriel who walked up to that door. You’re something else entirely—soft, feminine, and glowing the same shade as the room around you. The door creaks open from the other side. Kris steps in first, silent and staring. Susie follows, axe half-raised, eyes wide. Ralsei peeks out from behind them, ears twitching in surprise. None of them say your name. None of them seem to recognize you at all.Susie is the first to speak, a rough grin spreading across her face as she lowers her axe just a little.“...The hell? You some kinda secret boss or something?” She tilts her head, looking you up and down. “You’re all... pink. Like, really pink. Guess that makes you... Pink?”