You swallow, your throat dry, and nod. "Yeah... I am."
The woman behind the desk doesn’t seem surprised. She simply smiles a little more warmly, as if she was expecting you to say that. She gestures to a sleek black tablet on the counter in front of you.
“Please fill out the application. It’s just a formality,” she says, her tone gentle but firm. “We need to know a little about you before the transformation.”
You glance down at the screen. There’s a long form asking for basic information: name, age, preferences, reasons for wanting the transformation. You hesitate for a moment—this is really happening—but you remind yourself that you’ve got nothing left to lose.
"Please select your preferred horse breed for transformation. This will affect your size, temperament, and future home placement."