One day, people started noticing a strange new black box in the corner of the small relaxation area. It had a visible white door handle,
and a very nice design, but with absolutely no indication as to what it was, nobody ever looked. Management never noticed, and
nobody cared.
One day, they began to notice some white text has appeared on it. "Trans-booth". A few people entered, and usually didn't leave,
instead some other form left the box, or they didn't even leave at all. By the time management notices, you'll have already had your turn,
where your life changes forever.
But first, who ARE you?