The baker chuckles as you continue to explore your new body, he leans over your shoulder and whispers into your ear “So, do you like the new you?”
You turn your head to face him and nod. Any fears you had about what this person was going to do to you are gone. You feel completely comfortable in your new body.
“Do you still want to change back?” the baker asks you.
You shake your head. You feel like you were meant to be chocolate your whole life and only now have become your true self.
You then say to the baker, with your now cute, creamy, child-like voice: “Why would I ever want to be human? I’ve wanted this my whole life!”
The baker chuckles at your statement. “Well then, its good I did this to you instead of someone else, you looked scared out of your wits when you came in.” “Is that the chocolate speaking or you?” He says chuckling.
“Actually… no. I have wanted this for as long as I can remember. the chocolate isn't talking for me. I always was a chocoholic and could never get enough, but what I’ve always wanted… was to BE chocolate!” You say to the baker with your still innocent sounding voice.
He continues laughing “Is that so? You’ve ALWAYS wanted to be chocolate?"
“Yes” you say looking at the baker, your smile still on your face. “and now I want you to do something else to me…”
The baker stops laughing and says to you. "Well aren't you just adorable! I could not have asked for a better test subject! Someone who wants to be chocolate AND wants to be experimented on? This is just too good to be true! I have other things i can do to you and i know a bit of magic as well."
He pats your chocolate head. "Normally my subjects are outraged by their new transformations, or are panicking. They come out kicking and screaming, some even flee the store or attack their loving creator. Normally by this point, so I have cast a spell on them that makes them submissive; and if they start screaming, I have mute them. Everyone who turns eventually gets used to it, and I make sure they are not abused and well taken care of until they have expired."
You reply with a snarky remark: "They don't know what they're missing; I've wanted to be made of chocolate since I was least twelve. I would envy cartoon and storybook characters who would turn. I kept a 50 lb box of chocolate by my bed encase I would get lucky and could make a mold of myself. I would spend hours on the internet looking up pictures of things made of chocolate; and for other stories of people who had been turned into chocolate. Everyone in those stories usually hates it or frantically tries to return "normal". What's so special about being human anyways? Being human means you have nothing special. If you had eaten me only minutes after turning me, Those few minutes would have felt more real and significant than the 30 years bland normal years I was a human. If I had known you could have turned me into chocolate, you wouldn't have been fighting me to put me in the vat; you would have been fighting me to keep me out of the store!"
He busts out in laughter, he cannot believe what he's hearing! He tries to regain his composure and just smiles at you and says: "I like you. I'm glad I didn't decide to mute you and overwrite your mind. Your the first one I've met who actually WANTS to be chocolate, so I will make you a deal. I'll change you to be whatever you want as long as you promise to not leave the store until all of your experiments are done. You can even play as my little assistant until then. What do you say?"
"Can I leave after that?" You ask the baker.
"Absolutely! That is, of course, unless you ask for something to be done to you makes you unable to leave." he replies with his rather cheerful voice.
"What if I don't like the change?" You say with a slight bit of worry from his answer.
"If you do not like it, I will change you into something else upon your request. Or, if something goes horribly wrong without for consent, I will restore you to as you are right now. If you ask for something like inanimacy, I'll change you back after a day to see if you still like it."
"You promise?" You demand from the baker.
"I promise. Do we have a deal?"
"Deal." You say with with a large grin. "Now let's start baking!"
"Excellent!" he says throwing his arms up in the air. "Now, what shall we change about you first?"
You pause for a second to think about what you want to be your first change to be.
“I want you to…”