Melanie had never really even known what a transformation fetish was until recently. Well into her mid thirties now, the small but curvaceous lightly tanned brunette had found the cyoc site quite by accident after her husband had failed to properly hide his internet history and a mixture of curiosity and concern had persuaded her to check it out for herself.
At first she was shocked and apalled by what she read. What kind of sad, seedy perverts would be interested in creating these kind of scenarios? Where innocent, unsuspecting people were controlled and transformed in any way imaginable at the will of some anonymous author? Was her mild mannered, respectful husband really into this kind of thing?
But something about the stories piqued her interest in a way she hadn't anticipated. As to be expected for someone her age, even though she was relatively content in her life, everything had become a little predictable. A little safe. There was something about the unpredictable and unrestrained nature of the writing on this site that intrigued and even excited her a little.
While idly browsing the new chapters on the site one afternoon she chanced upon a new story concept that intrigued her. One of the authors had created a scenario where they had become helplessly trapped in one of the sites ever evolving fantasies, completely at the mercy of anyone who wished to contribute to it. She felt a strange pang of envy. What a thrill that must be, rather than having his life laid out before him like she did. She read on as the young man became the victim of a woman named Verra. It had been an enjoyable read but clearly entirely make believe until..
Verra made eye contact with her, very definitely and unmistakedly with a lingering intent that made Mel shudder. This was no mere fantasy anymore. In a panic she tried to shutdown her laptop, but it was too late. She was now face to face with the imposing and completely tangible form of Verra and there was nowhere to run.
"Please! Help!" Melanie shouted, hoping someone could snap her out if this nightmare. But Verra merely folded her arms and laughed cruelly.
"There's no point calling for help. You know exactly where you are" Verra sneered as she loomed over the poor girl.
"Please, whoever reads this be kind to me" Melanie whimpered as she realised that a predictable, safe existence hadn't been such a bad thing after all.