Belle

There is a quill on the pedestal, sitting in an inkpot. With it, you draw a neat circle around the name 'Belle'. The page glows gold, a light that grows in intensity and bathes your warmly, penetrating your skin. It spreads through your extremities changing your form as it goes.

Opening your eyes, you see that the waiting room has been removed. Now there's just you, the book suspended in the air, and your new form reflected back at you in a mirror: 5ft 5", Caucasian with long brown hair, a face with incredible refinement in the dress of a peasant girl.

The book slams shut quickly and swings open sharper still. It says simply 'Choose where to begin the story'...