More curious that credulous, you decide to play with this little prank program. To indulge the joker who sent you the e-mail. 'Tom Barnes', it's always felt like such a vanilla name to you. The town was settled by the Barnes family over a century ago, and half the town share that surname.
Clicking the box, beside Race, a menu appears, Caucasian, already highlighted.
Caucasian.
Asian.
African American.
Native American.
As you move the pointer over the options, you accidentally select Asian. Nothing happens. You aren't entirely sure why that's surprising. But you watch, as the name 'Tom Barnes' fades from the top box.
Minimising the window, you look around, scanning for anyone paying you too much attention. Or for a cluster of people hiding their laughter. Nothing is immediately obvious, and you check again to see if any real work has turned up in your e-mail. There's nothing. With a shrug, you continue, allowing the pranking to continue.
You search for popular Japanese names, and click on the first selection. A flurry of gibberish fills your screen, and for a moment, you're terrified you've triggered a virus.
本田桜
渡辺奈津子
剣道晃
鈴木美智子
As your nostrils flare, you realise it's the Japanese names you were looking for. You can't make head nor tail of them, and just decide to copy and paste the last one into the empty name box.
鈴木美智子
As it fills in, you see other boxes change.
秘書
日本人
女性
Appears in one box, the previous selection vanishing too quickly for you to recall what it said. A few of the other boxes are now filled with this unreadable stuff, and you hope the pay-off is still going to work.
Again nothing happens, and you think about moving on. Just delete this, and find something to do. As you scroll down the screen, you spot an icon 'Initiate Change'. It feels like a shame to just bypass it. So you click it with the mouse. This time you feel the world whirl dizzyingly around you, swallowing you in a vortex of darkness. Your body feels like it candy-floss, twisting and stretching as your vision fades.
As you wake,
You spot a girl's reflection in the dead screen of your computer. She looks like you feel, confused and disoriented.
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You find your shoulders aching, ripping open your shirt.... blouse?
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You feel the odd smooth, embrace of tights. Still startled and unbelieving, you pull feverishly at your ... skirt?
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