The curtain fell and the inky blackness surrounded Scarlette. The inside of The Mystery Room was as dark as dark can get. There was not a single photon in there with Scarlette.
Scarlette's breathing was hard and panicked. She was about to transform into some horrible eye-titted monster like Skye. She was afraid of what she could and would become. Scarlette inhaled and steeled herself. No matter what horror she became, she could always just reset herself, right? Everything was going to be fine. Scarlette let for the room to work it’s magic.
She waited and she waited. Had the room already transformed her? She didn’t feel any different. It was to dark to tell.She reached out and pulled back the curtain. The curtain didn’t move. Now, Scarlette knew something was off. But, she had to get out of the mind-numbing darkness first.
Scarlette tried to walk forward. There was the sensation of movement followed by the sensation of an impact. She fell down to the floor. She had to get into the light outside. Scarlette began to flail her body around. She felt the velvety touch of the curtain on her face or on what Scarlette assumed was her face. She kept squirming and wriggling, ignoring the strange sensations her new body was sending her, until her head finally poked out from beneath the curtain. Relieved that she still had a head, Scarlette continued to crawl out from underneath the curtain until, finally, she was out from its grasp completely.
“Woah,” Skye said looking down at Scarlette. “That’s quite the thorough transformation you’ve got there. Here let me help you up.” Skye reached down and set Scarlette upright with her four-armed grip. Scarlette began fall over, again, but Skye caught her saying: “Don’t have your legs so close together like that. You’ll just keep falling over. Spend your leg out a give yourself a wider base and you won’t fall over.”
Scarlette listened Skye’s and she spread her legs away from each other. Now, standing upright,
She surveyed her mutated body and all of its perversions. Scarlette stood on six, identical legs. Her leg where aligned in a circularly around her body, giving her a starfish-like look. Her arms were gone, replaced by a copy of her boobs, with had also increased in size. She also could feel a fifth and sixth breast hanging off her back as well.
Skye flicked Scarlette on her left shoulder-boob. Scarlette turned her head to see that Skye was motioning towards a wall-mounted mirror. She cautiously approached it, being both mindful of her footsteps and scared of what Skye was implying by asking her to look at herself in the mirror. Scarlette saw that her face had been rearranged, greatly. Her mouth and nose were gone. A large, what Scarlette could only assume was a vagina, ran the entirety of her face. On either site of the slit, were three eyes, giving Scarlette a total of six angles to view her contorted self.
Something, or rather a lack of something, was beginning to bother Scarlette. She asked Skye: “Do I have a mouth?”
“Let me have a look.”
“Wait!” Scarlette interrupted. “I just answered my own question.” She did have a mouth and she could speak through it, but it had moved. Underneath her body, in the place where her many legs met, was a pair of oversized lips. Scarlette lifted her forward legs up so she could see it. “Testing,” she experimented. She stared at herself with wide eyes. Her body really had been put through a randomizer.
Lowing her legs back to the ground, she asked Skye, “Now what?”