Basically, the premise was to write a self-TF story where you've been given a small vial and you have to take it. Wether you're willing to be transformed and know what you're becoming, or you're totally unwilling, or you're willing to become A but realize you're turning into B, is up to you. But, you're alone in a room and you have to take this potion…. Here's my transformation.
I wrote this story as an homage to Temple of Hephaestus’ “Splotch” shortly after it looked like he had quit the TF scene (at least in the circles in which I lurk). He has since returned, but I thought I’d finish this up as a way of saying thank you for inspiring me to do a little writing.