Nate was walking through the fairgrounds, working on a box of popcorn, when he came across the building. He was there alone since none of his friends wanted to come with him. The large, hand painted sign read out in large, flourished letters, The Endless Hallway of Transformation. There were a set of simple wooden steps leading up to a porch, along with a ramp off to the side for those who were differently abled. Nate walked up the steps, his worn sneakers shuffling along each step. The entrance was two large wooden doors, both of which were closed. There were windows along the front, but they were all covered. He turned the knob and walked into the building.
He was greeted by a small lobby area, with a single admission window and a turnstile to the side. He noticed the young man behind the admission window and walked over to him. He was a young man, no more than twenty years old with wavy blond hair and a lean frame. Nate smiled as he approached.
“Hi,” Nate looked around the small lobby, taking it all in. “Uh, what is this?”
“This is the Endless Hallway of Transformation. After you pay admission, you go though the turnstile there. Once inside, you will be greeted by five doors, each marked with a type of transformation. You would go into the one that fits the type of change you want to make.” The young man gestured behind him.
“Come on, really? What is this? Some sort of fun house or something?” Nate couldn’t quite believe what this guy was telling him, no matter how much he wanted to.
“I promise, no tricks. The only limitation is that of your own imagination.”
“How much is admission?” Nate was getting excited. He definitely needed to try this out for himself.
“It varies depending on what you can afford. Cash only, too.”
“That’s interesting,” Nate dug in his pockets and pulled out a crumpled up five dollar bill. He unfolded it and laid it down in front of the cashier. “There you go, is that enough? It’s all I have.”
“That will be sufficient, yes.” The young man gestured to the turnstile. “You may go through. Enjoy the change of your choice.”
“Thanks.” Nate walked through the turnstile to another small room. There he found five simple, wood doors each with a hand carved sign, each one with one of the following printed on it: Age, Body Modification, Size, Transformation and Transgender. He looked over each of the doors and thought things through. He was comfortable with his age. He was young, but still at the age of 17 on the verge of adulthood. And he was comfortable with his male gender. But the Body Modification and Transformation ones really caught his imagination. The body modification one, he could make himself really ripped or super strong. Something cool like that. But the one marked transformation, he had a feeling his imagination was the only limit there.
He made up his mind and reached out for the door knob for the door of his choice. He turned the knob and opened the door, stepping into the hall marked...