James had no idea what was going on. Moments ago he had been teasing his friend about her transformation fetish, then she had said something about posting a story about him and now he was stood alone in a plain, white room. He walked around trying to find an exit but there were none. It felt like he was trapped. He called out for Rebecca to get him out of wherever it was she had sent him but the voice that responded was not his friends.
"Hello James!" the unfamiliar voice echoed tauntingly around the seemingly empty room followed by a giggle.
"Who are you?" James asked nervously.
"Just an anonymous author. One of hundreds,. Thousands even" the voice explained "Your friend really didn't think things through when she put you in here, probably planning to curate some cute little fantasy tf adventure for her crush. You are all of ours to do with as we wish now. Whatever any of our twisted imaginations can conjure up can literally happen to you, any humiliating or bizarre transformation fantasies we have ever wanted to enact on someone, well here you are. A perfect, hapless and completely unwilling victim, sent to us by chance."
"You can't make me do anything, I am acting of my own free will. Now just let me out of here."
"Well, you do have free will up to a point" the author conceded "None of this would be any fun if you weren't given the chance to try and escape or resist, no matter how futile your efforts will be. But we can also make you do anything we want you to. Like you are going to take all of your clothes off. Now."
A look of panic hit James as he found himself obediently doing what he was told and undressing despite himself "Rebecca!" he called out in desperation.
"She isn't here to help you. She probably forgot she even put you in here and is getting on with her life. You are my plaything now. Or, more accurately, the plaything of anyone who finds you!"
James was stood totally naked now, his hands covering his cock and balls as his face reddened with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.
"Hey, don't try to cover up! In fact, lets get you doing some naked jumping jacks for me. I want to really see that package of yours jiggling about."
"Please stop it, this isn't funny!" James pleaded as he did as he was ordered.
"It isn't supposed to be" the voice answered in a casual tone "Though I am having a lot of fun. That being said, your friend put you in the animal tf section, so I can't leave you human for much longer, at least not completely. I some real life shit to attend to now, but I'll be back to have some fun with you soon - unless somebody else gets to you first!"
"Wait, no, don't do this to me!" James complained as he continued his naked exercise routine. However bizarre this experience was, he at least felt sure he couldn't really be turned into an animal. But, of course, he would soon find out just how wrong he was, either at the hands of this anonymous author or somebody else.