You go back into the living room to watch some TV. You know that it isn't natural to be so calm after what just happened, but you no longer feel anxious or fearful. It's the middle of the day, so there's nothing good on any channel. You crack open your DVD cabinet, maybe your favorite movie will take the edge off. You open the case to find several rows of DVD's you've never seen before, with titles like "Bear Mountain" and "Bear Cabin Sex Party". You close the door in disgust, just how much did that cloud change?
As you stand up, the doorbell rings again. You open the front door to find the delivery guy from before holding another package. Once again, you can't control what you're saying, "Must be my lucky day, it's not everyday I get two packages."
The delivery guy responds, "Well, it's not everyday I get to deliver to someone as fine as yourself."
You break free from whatever is controlling you for a moment, "Look, just give me the box already. I'm having a weird day."
The delivery guy hands you the box, "You don't know how weird it's going to get."
Before you can ask him what that means, he just disappears. Literally, he ceases to be. Thoroughly unnerved, you go back into your home. You throw the box away from you, not wanting anything to do with any more mysterious gifts. "Now I worked hard on that," a voice calls from the corner.
You whirl around to see the delivery guy leaning against the far wall. Only, he isn't quite a guy anymore. He's wearing only a kilt, but standing on the legs of a goat. And now that his cap is gone, you see he has two horns.
"You're a satyr?" you ask of the creature.
"Of course, who else did you think could cause such massive changes? Your science is nowhere near what I can do," the creature answers.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Oh, because my client desired that I make you a bit closer to this 'bear' archetype he is so fond off."
"Who is this client?" ou ask nervously.
"You'll meet him soon enough. But I see the subtle approach can only go so far with you, not everyone can break out the mental changes so soon. I'll have to be more direct if I'm going to make a proper bear out of you by tonight."
"I don't want to be a bear, I want to be my normal self!" you yell, getting ready to bolt out the front door and away from this freak-show. You turn to run, but you can no longer move. You just stand there like a statue.
The satyr walks over to you and runs his hand along your hairy chest. "Sorry," he says, "but the client already paid me, and I never leave a contract unfulfilled. Enough delay, let's begin." He snaps his fingers and you feel your clothes vanish, leaving you standing nude and paralyzed.