[Body Writing (1A, 2A), Written Truth (1D, 2C)]

Two changes huh?

After giving it a lot of though, during which Charles made it abundantly clear how impatient he was you came up with an idea."OK, so here's my idea. I want a world where I can write, or even tattoo, whatever I want onto someones body."

Charles nods his head with a raised eyebrow "That's fine, I don't see how you'll get that much out of it though, I guess you'll be able to feel anyone up you want in the process. You do realize this means that no one else will be able to write on anyone, nor will they ever have been right?"

You nod.

"So are you going to be greedy or not?" Asks Charles.

"I want it so that only I can do this and that this is completely normal, so that people don't give it any thought." You say.

Charles nods again. "Hmm, OK. That's your first item. What's your second?"

"Here's where it gets good" you say, grinning. "I want what's written about someone to be the truth about them, for it to affect others and for people to give it full thought."

Charles grins back at you "Clever. So you want a world where only you can write on peoples bodies and that they consider it as completely normal, to the point of not even giving it thought and that anything written on someone is true, can affect others and is normal but they give it full thought?"

You nod but also add. "Can you make it so that there's no connection between the two so that they don't associate what's written and me being able to do so?"

"That's fine" Charles says pulling out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, listen, doc," Charles said. "Here's how things are gonna go down..."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

So in a world where only you can write on anyone and no one gives it any thought, where anything written on someone is the truth accepted by everyone. Where do you want to be?