You stand before the mirror, paralyzed. Afraid to move a single muscle, as any action at all would feel so alien you would be reminded of just how monstrous you've become. You stay that way for quite a while, until your larger, more sensitive ears detect the sounds of footsteps out in the hallway. You hear the bead curtain part and someone moving inside the outer room.
In panic, you clop as fast as you can in your clumsy body to lock the door, but there is far too much distance to cover, and you're still having a hard time keeping your balance. When you get within a few feet, your heart beats faster as you hear the knob turn and the door creak open. A tall woman with long black hair enters the room, wearing nothing but a white bathrobe. She is looking down, and doesn't notice you until she's shut the door behind her and looks up toward the pool. She gasps, freezing in her tracks.
This must be the owner, or one of them. You wish you could tell her not to be afraid. You let out a heavy groan, hoping it will communicate your need for help.
The woman's eyes dart across your body. She looks less frightened now, and more fascinated.
"Who are you? Why did you come here?" she asks accusingly.
You shrug your shoulders. Your arm tongues ripple at the gesture.
"I see you've been enjoying my comforts." The woman begins walking around you, examining every part of you. "I paid a lot of money for that transformation machine. I'm not about to let strangers use it for free."
You want to tell her you're more sorry than you've ever been in your life. You hope she would see the regret in your eyes, but she continues looking at other parts of your body. She sees the pools and trails of chocolate syrup your tongues have left all over the room and shakes her head.
"It's only fair that I now ask something of you," the woman continues. "Will you agree to do whatever I say?"