The Game Master

Diving out from the room, you freeze in fear as you gaze at a green furred, large eared, hunched creature. You then begin to back off, while doing so you trip and fall back. The slam on the floor alerts guards. You struggle as you're grabbed and mauled , but eventually they become flustrated and with a swift bash on the head, you black out. You arise surrounded by men, armed with what looks like to be cattle prods. The Game Master is sat in his grand throne of an armchair. You fate is in his hands. He presses his index finger on your forehead as you are being held down. Instantly your body begins to alter to the Master's thoughts. He recalls you fighting back as his guards brought you down, so he begins to fit animal forms into your personality. The stronger mammals like tigers and wolfs come to his mind, but then you'd be too much of a threat. He rethinks it and has an idea. His digit begins to shine green sort of colour and your chest becomes lumpy and soft, sort of swollen and your hair becomes long. Your nails also grow and your hips widen as your stomach slims. Long, smooth, slim legs replace the slightly hairy, thick limbs. To top it all off your fingernails grow a pink covering and your lips turn cerise pink. The large bulky men around you let go and release you. Standing up you begin to examine your body you recognise your form And to confirm this worst possible scenario check your underpants."Aaahh!!" you squeal."I'm a..a girl!" Sobbing slightly you drop to the floor. With Your legs out in front of you, you cover your eyes as trickles of clear tears drip down your creamy-smooth, feminine face. Even though The Master can tell you dispise this form it is too human and familiarto satisfy him and once his finger is replaced on your skull, another transformation begins. This time fur cover your body, your ears begin moving upwards. You grow a snout as your mouth and nose merge and yor legs shorten. Your hip shifts, which cause you to walk on all fours and finally your hands turn into paws. Claws grow and your ears become more circular as your permanent form is complete. Your a bear cub, a female bear cub. A collar is strapped to you and a name tag is clipped on it reading: Tun. Your memory is erased so you can no longer remember your name or family, although you can still remember you have one.
"You will age one year and seconds after your new birthday you will return to this age. Never leaving the age of two years, you are my new pet, Tun!" He laughs, as you grunt in a weak tone at your misfortune.