"Now that you mention it, I'd also like to be a bipedal fox. An anthropomorphic fox." Hesitantly, you force out.
Her eyes glimmered as she seemingly looks through you. With a casual turn-up of the corner of her lip she nods and makes note of your decision. "Will you please describe your preferred anatomy? Locomotion? Tail? Or did you prefer to be partially a fox? Any details you can think of and they are very important."
You describe a digitigrade anthropomorphic fox with ears, tail, paw pads on every digit with very useful handpaws, your feet-paws- four toes and a dew claw on each paw. After about ten minutes she seems to understand quite clearly that your design is simple. She inputs the details into her computer for a few minutes and stands up as she finishes to retrieve a document off her printer.
The printer continues to work, pumping out page after page, double-sided, ten, twenty, thirty pages. At last it stops on page 31, she taps the packet in the palm of her hands to straighten the stack out and steps over to the desk, smiling slyly at you. She seems amused by your flat face.
"Sir, this is the moment-" she sits, placing her hands on top of the stack and leaning forward with a glowing smile, "-that I love the most about my job. Please take your time to look over this packet. It describes the agreement between yourself and our humble company to the very T."
Turning the packet over to you-.
"It also goes into detail, describing the process and means of transformation we use: a syrum of our design. Lastly, please take note of a delay some may experience, as the changes take effect at a sometimes slow pace. It tends to differ for different cases, sometimes lasting months long."
She coughs, "Ahem- we can guarantee our product is only 99.9% successful. No catch there and we hold you to nothing. However, if you agree to our terms; you're on your own the moment that needle hits your vein."
You look up from the document at her lazy expression, head in left hand, no other expression evidently present.
With a sudden impulse you lean forward, your heart had been stiff and normal, but no longer. With hesitation, you almost quietly say, "you're- not joking? Holy shit-..." Looking down at the heavy packet of loose paper in your hand. You hardly notice when she stands and goes to the door.
"Please, excuse me for a couple minutes while I fetch an assistant who may be able to answer any further questions you may have."
*Click* she gone but you only notice the pen on the desk, carefully placed, suggesting you may use it to sign, if you so choose.