Down in the fair, patrons were having a good time, riding on rides, enjoying shows, and having food. All and all, they were having fun. But for one woman, not so much.
She was walking down the path and was drinking her spiked lemonade from the bar, looking around for anything to enjoy. “Damn… Nothing to do… This place is a bore fest.” She said in sheer boredom.
Her name is Candice and she is what is known as a plain girl. At thirty years of age, there’s nothing much to show. Her breasts were normal C cups underneath her strap shoulder tank top and over her leather jacket. She has an average hourglass and round rear that she shows off with her skinny blue jeans that is tight around her midsection. She was sporting sandal like shoes to show off her feet with four-inch heels to make her a little taller. And her face was that of an average Caucasian with angular features, light blue eyes, petite nose, medium plush lips, and short bob cut jet-black hair.
Candice felt like her life was boring and growing up is an example. Plain old family, plain old school, plain old friends, plain old job, just simply a plain old life. All she wanted is to spice up her life, like what she sees in movies and TV, but those were just fantasy and really wanted something like that to happen. Which is the reason why she went to the fair, to make her life exciting. But looking around, there’s nothing exciting about it. Just some carnie rides and farm like shows.
“Pft… What am I thinking? Going to some backwater fair that has nothing too entertaining. Should’ve gone to an amusement park, at least they have some exciting rides.” She said as she sipped her lemonade. She was about to leave and head back to her apartment. But as she was turning around, she could see some sort of building that she never seen before. It was a large and wide building that was set up complete with a 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 disabled.
Starring at the building, she sipped and was curious. “Hmm… Endless Hallway of Transformations, huh? Sounds like a weird sounding funhouse to me. But might as well give it a shot. Maybe there’s something special inside.” She soon tossed her drink away and headed up the stairs leading to the entrance to the building. When she did, she was in the main lobby with a single admission window and a turnstile to the side. She 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.
“Welcome ma’am.” He said in a peppy voice, “How can I help you?”
Candice heard him and was curious why someone as young would be operating this place. But she brushed it aside and decided to speak to him about it.
“Yeah… Hi. I want to talk to you about this place. I just notice this building says it’s an endless hallway for transformation. Is that name completely legit?”
The young man heard her and responded with, “Why yes of course ma’am. 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. There will be more doors after to give you a specific choice, with the exception of the Transgender door. Once you made your choices, you will be in the endless hallway filled with mirror, where you will begin the long walk. As you walk, you will slowly change one step at a time. And can stop and look at yourself in the mirror if you want to see if the changes satisfy you. Once you’re done walking and changing, you can turn around and the exit will be right behind you, it will take you back to the fair or in a world that was altered to your change. Just remember, when you change you’re clothes and mind will alter to fit whatever you choose, but you will be aware of your surroundings.”
Candice looked to him strangely and said in a sarcastic tone, “Uh-huh… Sorry, but I feel like that it sounds to be some whacked out funhouse or hall of mirrors or something. Just the usual smoke and mirror show.”
The attendant shook his head and said, “No ma’am, no cheap tricks. It’s all the real thing, I promise. The only limitation is just your imagination.”
Candice heard it all and was a little skeptical. On hindsight, this Endless Hallway sounds like a cash grab and all this must be fake. But there seems to be some form of uniqueness between this twisted funhouse. So she shrugged her shoulders and said, “Why the hell not? Got nothing else better to do? How much is this?”
“It varies depending on what you can afford. Cash only, too.” He said to her.
Candice heard that and now thought it was a cash grab. But she kept rolling with it and said, “Sure… Why not?” Taking her wallet out, she digs into it and placed a twenty on the counter. “There. Will that be sufficient?”
The attendant looked to the twenty and could tell that she was paying well. Looking up to her, he said to her, “That will be sufficient, yes.” The young man gestured to the turnstile. “You may go through. Enjoy the change of your choice.”
Candice looked to the turnstile and said to him, “Whatever…” Walking through the turnstile, she entered a small room that has nothing but five doors, leading to where she wants to go. Each door has an icon representing age, size, body modification, transformation, and transgender and a huge sign above them that says, ‘Choose your door’. Candice looked to each door and wondered what she would take.