Zemelda whispers instructions to her magic map and ends up in a suburb in central Iowa, a block or two away from another CYOC user she wanted to visit. Zemelda knew Damon would be happy in the zoo once he got to talking with the other elephants, especially the female ones! She is glad she has given him the ability to understand them. But she's not done yet, there are a lot of regular CYOC users out there, and a lot who seem to be interested in what becoming a beast must be like.
She walks up to a small but well-kept white house with some tasteful blooming flowers out front. She checks her map again just to make sure it's the right house. And then she knocks on the door. A lady who looks a little under 30 years old pulls the door open halfway and says, "Can I help you?"
"I'm Zemelda, and I actually think I can help YOU. You're Marcy, am I correct?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Well, let's just say your transformation interests have come to my attention, and I am here to extend to you the offer of a lifetime!"
"Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying." -- Marcy slammed the door in the witch's face. But then she screamed when Zemelda appeared not 3 feet away from her in her own living room. "Aaaah!"
"It's adorable you thought you had a choice in the matter. Doors and walls just aren't what they used to be, are they, Marcy?"
"How did you get in my house? How are you even here? And how did you even know about TF?"
"I'm obviously a witch, Marcy, just like the kind you often write about. You're obviously a smart girl, didn't you just witness real magic?"
"I, well, um, ..., you just," Marcy stammered, not wanting to say magic was real but not able to deny what she had just witnessed. "I don't even use my real name to write TF stuff! Or really to do anything online if I can help it. Who the heck doxxed me?"
"My magic did, Marcy! I have a spell that can show me users from any site of my choice, and I chose CYOC. One of your fellow users is already in a zoo because of me. And I'm about to make your dream come true..."
"No, no, you can't do that, no one can do that, it isn't real, it's just a fantasy--"
"It WAS a fantasy, Marcy. And you're either going to love or hate that it is finally REAL!"