Six months later...

You wake up in a luxurious executive restroom, surrounded by opulent décor and the sound of hushed voices. As you try to move, you realize you are no longer human. Instead, you remember that you are a toilet. The memories of the stage magician's show come flooding back, and you realize that you have become a permanent fixture in this unusual world.

Despite being physically human, you are under a deep hypnotic trance that has transformed you into a toilet. The memories of your past life are distant and blurry, overshadowed by the comfort and satisfaction you feel in your current state. You feel a sense of contentment wash over you as you remember your purpose. You are no longer a person, but a vessel for their bodily functions, and you embrace this new role with a strange sense of fulfillment.

Your life has drastically changed in the six months since the stage magician fell into a coma. Without his guidance you are left to navigate this bizarre existence on your own. People come and go, using you for your intended purpose, oblivious to the fact that you were once a person like them. The days blend together in a never-ending cycle of use and emptiness. You have become a silent witness to the world around you, a fixture in the lives of those who pass through. It is a thankless role, one that leaves you feeling hollow and insignificant.

As time passes, you begin to accept your fate, resigning yourself to a life lived in silence and solitude. The world outside continues to move forward, oblivious to your presence and the strange circumstances that brought you here. You wonder if anyone will ever discover the truth of your transformation, if you will ever be freed from this existence.

You take pride in your appearance, ensuring that you are always clean and presentable for the executives who use you. You may be physically human, but in your mind and spirit, you are a toilet, and you embrace this identity with pride and satisfaction. The hypnotic trance that binds you to this existence is a small price to pay for the sense of peace and contentment it brings.

In the quiet hours of the night, when the world is still and the people have gone, you allow yourself to dream of a different life. You imagine what it would be like to walk among them again, to feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and the embrace of loved ones. But those moments are fleeting, quickly overtaken by the harsh reality of your current circumstances. You are a toilet, nothing more, nothing less. Your purpose is clear, and you resign yourself to fulfilling it day after day, a silent servant to those who pass through.

THE END