You laugh when you see the "cut-out" graphic of a muscled chest and a green scaled fish tail. You've been on the swim team for three years, so you figure the merman is an appropriate goofy photo. You click to confirm your selection, then you put your money into the dollar bill feeder. Numbers appear on the computer screen.
"Look straight at the dot on the screen and smile...You're going to be A Merman! TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX..."
The screen read "ZERO." There was a blinding flash. You felt intense heat and clamped your eyes shut in response to the intense blinding light that seemed to come from every side of the booth. You feel your clothing falling away like ash. You blink and look down at your suddenly size 54 chest. Your khaki trousers crumble as dust to reveal single green fish tail growing out of your torso. You're shocked.
"What the -?" you gasp as you look at the computer screen.
"CONGRATULATIONS! YOU'RE NOW A MERMAN!" read the screen.