You woke up after a long rest. You were awake till midnight the night before, so you were somewhat still tired. But nonetheless, you got out of bed, grabbed a breakfast bar and checked on your tf vials. They never did run out of the liquids in them, and each one turned you into something unique. Whether it’d be an animal, a vehicle, a fictional character, or even an inanimate object. The vials were sorted in each one of those categories in drawers. You sat down and started planning on what to tf into today