"Do you like my statues?"
"What?" you ask. "What do you mean?"
The woman upstairs lets out an impatient sigh. "The bleeding statues! Do you like the look of them?"
"Umm, I guess. They're a bit unusual."
"Good art though, right?"
"Sure."
She smiles. "That's what I like to hear. Now, I will give you a choice. Either get off my damn property right now, or you may join them."
"Excuse me?"
"Are you hard of hearing? Leave now or end up like them."
"What are you talking about? I just wanted to..."
Another sigh. "Fine. You've made your choice then. Welcome to the collection."
You are getting frustrated with this seemingly meaningless conversation when a sudden pressure in your chest catches your attention. You look down to see two mounds growing. Breasts! They couldn't be, you thought. Impossible. Yet, you touch them. They fell soft. They fell nice. They're real. You grew breasts. "Shit!"
"Run, Missy," the woman screams. "Run for your little life."
A twinge in your crotch alerts you to the fact that the changes are not over. You follow her advice. You turn and run, not even looking back. You head for the woods passing statues left and right. Their horrified expressions and focus on their bodies suddenly makes a horrible amount of sense. Join them? No way! You run even faster but find that its harder and harder to control your reshaping body. Your hips seem to be spreading apart more as your legs get shorter. Your shoes come off taking your socks with them as your feet no longer fit them. You can hear your breathing sounding higher pitched, and your hair seems to be creeping down your back. The woods are almost in reach. Just a bit further.
You run and run... and then...