She pauses and laughs. “Wait, what do you mean by who?”
You pause, not really understanding the question. “What do you mean? I asked who am I going to be?”
She laughed. “I think the better question is: what are you going to be?”
“Huh? Wait, I thought you said you weren’t going to turn me into something bad?” You protest.
“No, no, no, don’t worry. You’ll like this, trust me. I’ll at least make you like it.” She reassures you.
She smiles, getting ready to transform you into something, not even telling you what she is going to make you. You are slightly worried, but you convince yourself to trust her. She wouldn’t want to do you any harm. And maybe you will like it. Who knows?