Imagine the scene set in a dark room. A light slowly rises from a medium distance, forming a lit runway.
Down this runway walks a person. No, no, rescind that. Down the runway walks something that looks like a person. There are a few things off, though.
The features are a bit too angular; the hands a bit too long, thin, bony. The hair...Imagine someone tries to reproduce the color of blonde hair, having only had it described to them. And the style doesn't remain constant. One minute it is close cropped, then page boy, then bowl cut. And in-between these fashions, one sees a more...amorphous substance than hair. The clothes, too, do not remain the same. One minute, it's a tuxedo, the next it is a tail coat with slacks. First satin, then silk, brocade then sequins.
The eyes, such as they are, are less human than they are of some feline that has had the pupils dilated so as to almost appear human. If the observer was nearsighted. And it was dark. And there was considerable distance between the observer and the figure. And they were only glimpsed peripherally.
The whole effect is not necessarily an unpleasant one, but it is an alien one. The figure reaches the end of the runway and bows to you, the audience.
"Greetings and salutations, konichiwa, nihao, good day, aloha, hola,
Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!
Fremde, etranger, stranger.
Gluklich zu sehen, je suis enchante,
Happy to see you, bleibe, reste, stay.
I am Emsea, your host. This is our little Transformation Show. We are here to entertain you, the audience. Sitting there, typing away at your computer, scanning down through the interactive story lines here on CYOC. You want a little escape from the World of Humanikinder, Into the Realms Fantastique."
Emsea flourishes his hands, and the darkness is filled with swirling colors. Scenes of transformation fill them.
"And THAT is what we are here for! To give you a lovely show to escape from the world you know! Oh, I rhymed! Yes, you want to look in on other worlds. Worlds created by you, and people like you, were transformations are common.
What's that? You just wanted to read some tf stories? Oh, but my dear patron, what did you think you were doing? You live in a universe where every possibility can split off into another universe, filling the multiverse with life! As you read these stories, as you work your imaginations, your Muse of Fire! Oh, yes indeed, as you work your thoughts upon the stories as you read them, as your emotions become tied to it, as you feel joy for the characters, as you share their sorrow, their success, as you enjoy their exquisite agony amidst their changes, as you lust after their forms, you, like old Enki, Zeus, Marduk, and all the lot, bring them a little closer to reality!
And such fine, well formed gods you are! So noble in bearing, so kind to your creations, to give them such wonders!"
The swirl of colors slowly fades, and it is once more simply Emsea standing on the runway.
"But first, we have so many questions to inquire! Matters of taste, to determine the style of experience for you. After all, are you here for the story itself, or, more prosaically, are you just here for sex?"