Inside the trailer, Jeff frantically searched for any kind of clue about what to do, but found no helmet, no gloves, no goggles, nothing. In his desperation, he began to mess around with his wrist-watch. He cycled through multiple features: the current time, a stopwatch, the countdown timer he'd set when he entered the game and an ‘exit game’ function.
His mind kept circling back to the impending race and how ill-prepared he felt. The thought of facing a crowd of experienced racers, to say nothing of their likely amusement at his cluelessness, filled his stomach with a sinking sense of dread. The 'exit game' option was becoming more and more appealing. He might lose some points for quitting, but it was better than making a complete fool of himself.
But then something caught his eye. A menu option labeled "TF". His fox ears pricked up as he pondered this enigma. He ran the possibilities through his mind, and one thought struck him; "TF" could mean "Transform". Could this be his shortcut to gaining the skills of a pro motorcycle racer?
Now, his curiosity was piqued. Fear tangled with exhilaration in his heart. For some strange reason, he found himself drawn towards the possibility. “Maybe this could give me what I need," he said to himself. "After all, I'm already a fox, who says I can't be a motorcycle racer?”
Throwing caution to the wind, he selected the 'TF' option. His wrist-watch screen flashed, then started to display a new countdown.
10.
His heart pounded in his chest.
9.
His fur bristled in anticipation.
8, 7, 6...
The transformation...it was about to begin.