The normal one.

With only a second to make a snap decision you go with the most normal, fearing that the others would just be a bad idea. Reaching out, well sorta, you grip onto the misty remnant that is flickering out of existence. Just as you do something flashes in your mind, a memory that you never had, or rather a dream, that damned dream of being gang **** by little green demons and a big bull horned blue man, springs to your mind. The sticky warmth of the cum, the taste of their cocks, your belly full of cum, fighting your way there through monsters and muck with your trusty pistols, but that was a damned video game what does that have to do with...

Your mind spins around and around every facet of your life seems so distant, so odd, were they real, dreams, games, movies, books, or reality? Where does one stop and the other begin. Then blackness. Then a gasp for air, a cough, some sticky fluid blows out of your mouth as you cough and ****. Sitting up, you wipe your lips, which feel strangely full, shapely, soft. Your eyes are stuck shut, so you wipe them with your hands, the sticky goo that covers you gives way and you open your new eyes. It takes a few moments to remember what sight is, but soon you are looking around what seems to be a room carved from stone with grayish blue rock. “Holy shit this looks just like in my dream. But that was about a video game, how could it be real?”

Something that seems to be happening enough that it really shouldn't surprise you anymore, a voice rings out in the dimly lit room. “Hrunnn, enjoy that body, I sure did.” The voice is deep and throaty. Turning you see the huge bull headed blue figure from your dream, his still moist cock hanging between his legs. “You might want to use whatever energy you got left to change your face a bit, that body was wanted for many crimes, which is why she ended up dead. Just a friendly warning.” With that he dismisses any further comment by clomping up the stairs and out a door, leaving you alone.

You start to call out to ask how, but figure if it is possible, it must be done like making yourself move, by thinking about really hard. Then again you don't even know what you look like, other than the image in the dream, unless that is how you are supposed to end up, not how you are. Looking around you try to spot anything reflective, but see nothing. You can also sort of feel yourself settling in as if your time is running short if you are going to change anything. Concentrating hard on sexy models and actresses that you can think of you can sort of feel yourself changing ever so slightly, perhaps this is working after all. Yet as you do your head starts to hurt, so you decide after a few moments, that as you can't even see yourself you might as well stop before you end up a hideous mess. Looking down across your sexy body it finally hits you that you are now a woman. “Wait, umm, why didn't that bother me till now?”

Pushing off the slick ground you also realize you are sitting in a pool of cum. “That is nasty.” Looking around you are relieved that there is a couple of lit torches on the wall so you aren't in complete darkness, but you have no idea what you are going to do next, as you are standing in an odd stone room, that if the game or dream or whatever was any kind of correct is full of traps, monsters, and perhaps a little treasure, but you don't have any weapons, or even clothing for that matter. Looking around you can see there are two exits, one you are pretty sure that you came in, in the dream that is, which is the same one the monsters that fucked you to **** went out, the other you think would take you to any treasure there might be.

Grabbing one of the torches off of the wall you try to pick a direction.