shapechange n.

There were two of them this night. One at each side of his bed, their bodies changing form with protean rapidity, undulating through metamorphosis after revolting metamorphosis. [...] Through shape-change after shape-change the eerie visitors went.

They are shape-changers too: man turned to wolf or bat, dead come alive, carrion shocked into pulsifing [sic] flesh, Helen Vaughan become slime, Charles Dexter Ward dust. At the alien extreme there are the amorphous shoggoths, their protoplasm molded by hypnotic suggestion, and the man-counterfeiting being from a bluer sun in John W. Campbell’s ‘Who Goes There?’ Closest to home perhaps we have Jekyll-Hyde, a byword for the basic shape-change. Practically all monsters are fundamentally schizoid, symbolizing on the subjective frontier evil, aggression, original sin, the unconscious, the id, the death wish, animus or anima, the shadow.

The engine started as Red leaped into the vehicle. The doors slammed. A window began closing. Another shape-change commenced.

Freeform Shapechange, characters with this type of Shapechange can transform into any living creature that is approximately the size and shape of a human being. They do not gain any special characteristics or advantages from the change but keep their own normal Attributes (ie those of the original non-superpowered Basic Character), senses, Movement, attacks, etc., and retain no Superpower other than Shapechange, no matter what or who they change into.

A shape-change. He used it to fit himself into a small ventillation shaft that circulates air to those lower levels. It happened sometime during the night. No one knows where he might be now.

She nodded to Gelory, who instantly attacked, a move so fast she was sure it must have been half shapechange. Something that felt almost boneless at first stiffened into a leg over which she was flipped—but she coiled in midair, managed to hang onto a wrist, and flipped Gelory in her turn. But this was the only change that Gelory pulled on her for the rest of the session.

Why was he there then? I'd have put down money that it was a demon, but it was just a shapechange. There was a mortal inside it. Who was he?

The gods nodded to Eleni, who curtsied deeply to them. The other humans in the clearing bowed or curtsied as well. Daine and Numair could do nothing but nod. Their child’s latest shape change had sent quills shooting through the fabric of its blanket.

They were scars, but not the kind of scars that a human would understand, or even most fey. Another duel gone bad, where a fellow Unseelie had tried to force a shape change on me in the middle of the fight. It wouldn’t have killed me. He had been playing with me. Showing off his superior magic, and my lack. I'd driven a blade into his heart, and he'd died.