It was a beautiful morning in Seattle (rather surprising considering how often it rains there). Emily was getting out of bed, stretching her arms out to wake herself completely. Having gotten up, she looked out the window to see the beautiful weather. "Wow," she thought to herself. "This would be a perfect day for a walk in the park." As she fantasized about going to the park, (maybe meeting a cute dog walker or a hot jogger), she felt something brush against her leg. "Eh, just my tail," she said to herself. When she had heard those words, something clicked in her mind. "Wait a minute," Emily said to herself. "Did I just say 'my tail'?" Looking behind her back, she was shocked to see a long, skinny tail gently brushing her leg; reddish-purple in color, and covered in fine brown hair.

     "What the hell?" Emily muttered to herself as she reached for the foreign appendage. She hadn't even touched the tail before she shrieked, for the hand that was reaching for it was just as alien; having only three, slender fingers and the same reddish-purple hue as the tail. Unable to take it all in, Emily jolted towards her full length mirror to get a better look at herself. Now the before, she had been a beautiful twenty-two year old woman, with long brown hair, piercing blue eyes, lovingly fair skin, and assets that most women would die for. The person looking back at her from the mirror was not that person. If anything, it was safe to say she was not even human. Her skin was a reddish-purple, her hands ended in three fingers, on each of her feet were two, thin toes, and her skin (while still covered in fine brown hair) now had a smooth, scaly texture to it like that of a snake. Even her face seemed different, her eyes, ears, and nose feline in quality. Seeing herself in full, Emily's jaw dropped, revealing a pair of fangs in her mouth. 

    "What the hell's going on?!" Emily shouted. "What's happened to me!?!" As she was freaking out, Emily heard a smooth sounding voice answer, "Well don't you sound ungrateful." Turning around, Emily found herself face to face with a strange looking man. He was quite an odd looking fellow, tall, skinny-fat, his brown hair neatly combed, his face rather scruffy. His limbs were long and hairy, while his hands and feet were calloused in places. He was dressed in a trench coat and wearing a plain green polo shirt and cargo shorts underneath (nicely matched with his blue tennis shoes). The man seemed to be in his early twenties and stared at Emily with piercing green eyes. The man smiled a bit before saying, "Morning beautiful." Before he could say anything else, Emily screamed, "Oh my god! Who are you and why are you in my bedroom, you pervert!" "Really? That's how you talk to the guy who just improved your life?" the man asked, ignoring Emily's questions. "I mean seriously, a simple 'thank you' would be nice." "Who the hell are you?!" Emily asked again, frustrated at being ignored. 

    The man simply smiled and pulled out a business card, saying, "My card." Taking the card, Emily read, "The Krockman: Professional Reality Warper". "The Krockman?" Emily asked in confusion. "I also go by Krockman, Mr. K, K-man, and if I ever become a woman, Lady K," the man added. "Ooooh-kay," Emily replied, somewhat disturbed by the man's comment. "But what do you mean by 'professional reality warper', and what does any of this have to do with me?" Krockman's smile only grew wider as he answered, "Well, the 'professional reality warper' part means that I can bend reality however I please. As for you, you're what I like to call my 'masterpiece'." "So, what're you saying? That you're like God or something," Emily asked suspiciously. "And that you're responsible for me turning into... whatever the hell I am now?" "Please, God is hardly as involved with the living as people think," Krockman scoffed. "And yes, I did change you into a drok." 

     Having heard this, Emily only shook her head and replied, "Listen, Krockman is it? I don't know what you're talking about, but there's obviously something wrong with you. Now, if you don't tell me how you're making me see myself as this monster, I'm going to call the cops." Narrowing his eyes into a glare, Krockman only chuckled to himself, retorting, "Go ahead and call them. See what happens." Calling the strange man's bluff, Emily grabbed her cellphone and dialed 911. When the police station finally picked up, the man on the other line said, "Seattle Police Department, Officer Monwell speaking, what's your emergency?" "Hello officer, I'd like to report a break in," Emily answered, keeping an eye on the lunatic man as he reclined against the wall; that wide grin still on his face. "The man's still here, he's around 5'11", skinny-fat with brown hair, green eyes, and he's wearing a trench coat." As Emily was describing the man to the officer, Krockman simply sighed, and shook his head in exasperation. As she continued her description, Emily saw the Krockman walk right up to her, the wide grin now gone, and watched as he transformed before her eyes. 

    The first part to change were his limbs, which stretched out and turned a mottled green, his hands and feet becoming webbed, while a pair of insect like legs sprouted from the sides of his torso. Next, his torso expanded, while a turtle-like shell formed on his body (at least it looked like a turtle shell from the front, but from the back, it resembled the wing case of a beetle). His neck stretched out, his hair becoming like a mane, and his five-o-clock shadow growing along the underside like roots along the underside of a cliff. His lips stretched out into a hard turtle beak,his eyes bulged out into a set of compound insect eyes, and a pair of antennae sprouted from his forehead. The worst part was when his hair parted, revealing a gross, beetle like insect that had clamped itself into Krockman's scalp (or perhaps it was growing out of his scalp; either way, it was disturbing to look at). Horrified by what she saw, Emily shrieked, causing the officer on the other end of the line to ask, "Ma'am, is is everything alright?" "Okay, now he's turned into some kind of a beetle goblin thing!" Emily panicked. "I don't know what's going on, but seriously, I really you guys to send someone over now!" After a few minutes, the officer replied, "Do you have a problem with goblins or something, ma'am? Because as a proud goblin citizen, I'm more than a little offended by your comments. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, I'm pretty certain you're just seeing things. So take my advice: it's a beautiful day outside. Go for a walk, drink some herbal tea, just do something to clear your mind about the 'transforming goblin-man', and for future reference, only call us again when there's an actual emergency." With that, the officer hung up, leaving Emily completely flabbergasted. 

    Emily turned her gaze towards Krockman, now back in human form, who asked sarcastically , "So, what did the police say?" "How did you do that?" Emily asked. "Did what?" Krockman replied playfully. "What do you mean what?!" Emily retorted. "Not only did you just turn yourself into a monster, you also convinced the officer that he was a goblin. Now either you tell me how you're doing all of this or by God, I'm going to make you sorry!" Krockman only smiled and asked, "How do you think I did it?" Emily thought about it for a moment, then replied, "It's obvious isn't it. You drugged me the night before. That's the only way to explain any of this." "Drugged you, did I?" Krockman replied with a chuckle. "Of course. It all makes sense doesn't it. I drugged you, you see yourself as a drok and everyone else as monsters. That's logic isn't it?" "Y-yeah, that sounds right," Emily replied. "There's only one thing wrong with that theory though," Krockman added with a smirk. "How could you hallucinate yourself as a drok if I'm the only person in the world who ever thought of them? Droks are my own invention you see, so it would be impossible for you to think of them otherwise." 

    As Emily was trying to wrap her head around this, she heard a knock at her window. Heading over to the window, Krockman opened it up, stuck his head out, and shouted, "Hey Tom! Joe! Come on in!" Through the window climbed in two strange men. The first was a lean man, with an English style mustache, pointed ears, a long black tail, green cat-like eyes, and was dressed in a black tuxedo. The other was a fat man dressed in an ill fitting kimono, his ears pointed, a long raccoon tail sprouting from his back, dark circles around his eyes, and a noticeable bulge in the front of his underwear (easily big enough to fill his lap). Standing before the two men, Krockman turned to Emily and said, "Emily is it? These are two of my compatriots, Tom and Tanooka Joe. They help me with my transformations." Turning to the lean man, Krockman asked, "So Tom, how goes Operation: Fantasy Seattle?" "Operation: Fantasy Seattle?" Emily thought to herself. The lean man, Tom, was the first to speak, "Well sir, the elves and dwarves have been established." "Yeah and the hobbits and orcs are all set up too," the fat man, Tanooka Joe, added. "That's good," Krockman replied, smiling with pride. "But where are Terry and Foxy K?" "They went back home after they established the goblins, ogres, fauns and satyrs," Tom explained. "But that only leaves the fairies and trolls left to do," Krockman stated, seemingly flustered. "Who was in charge of them?" "Pretty certain it was you," Joe replied, fishing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

   As Emily was trying to figure out what they were talking about, she heard a knock at her bedroom door. "Hey Emily, you okay in there?" a girl said outside. "Who the hell is that?" Krockman asked, somewhat annoyed at the intrusion. "That's one of my roommates, Lana," Emily explained. "I don't want her seeing me like this, so do whatever it is that you do and change me back to normal" "I thought you said you were hallucinating?" Krockman asked sarcastically. "I know I said that. I just don't want to chance anything, alright," Emily retorted. "Just change me back and get out of here before she sees you." Krockman only chuckled, replying, "You don't have to worry about any of that. She can't see me or my friends here. Plus, she won't notice anything out of the ordinary with you." Before Emily could say anything, Lana came in. She was a petite Asian girl, with short hair and perky breasts. "Is everything alright In here?" Lana asked. "It sounded like you were talking to someone." Noticing that Lana could not see Krockman or the others (even though they were standing right there), she replied, "Everything's fine. I was just... skyping." "Well you better get dressed soon," Lana said. "Today's a good day for a walk in the park. No rush or anything, though. Chelsea's in the bathroom weighing herself again for swimsuit season." "Alright, I'll be ready soon," Emily replied nervously. Realizing that there was one, big thing that Lana had not noticed (besides Krockman and his cronies), Emily asked, "Hey Lana, do you notice anything different about me?" Lana paused for a moment, looked her friend over and guessed, "Did you get your bangs done? Got the hair on your tail bleached? Is there something I should be looking for specifically?" "I mean different with my whole being," Emily explained. Looking over her friend again, "No, you're a pretty normal looking drok from what I can see." With that, Lana left the room, leaving Emily more confused than ever. 

    "You see what I'm telling you," Krockman boasted with a wicked smile. "I altered reality to make it so that you were always a drok. You're not dealing with an idiot here lady." "Well what I don't understand is how I'm the only one able to see you," Emily said, growing tired of the lunatic's drivel. "Perhaps whatever's anchoring your mind in your old reality is allowing you to see me," Krockman explained. "Having finally heard enough from the strange man, Emily retorted, "Now you listen to me, you freak. I don't know what you think you are, but I'll tell you one thing: you're not some god, you're not a reality warper, and you certainly don't have any control over my life. So if you're still looking for a fairy and a troll for you're little 'operation', then go right ahead with my roommates. Go turn Lana into a fairy. Hell, turn my other roommate, Chelsea, into a troll. It'd be hilarious to watch your own craziness blow up in your face!" Glaring at the young drok, Krockman left the room, leaving Tom and Joe horrified. 

   Noticing the horrified looks on Tom's and Joe's faces, Emily asked, "What's with you two?" "You just pissed off a real live reality warper," Tom explained. "And you just set him loose on your roommates." "He's not here right now," Emily replied skeptically. "You don't have to keep humoring him." "We're being serious lady," Joe retorted. "He may seem crazy, but Krockman's no joke. Before we met him, I was just a regular raccoon dog, and Tom was just a regular cat. Trust us, you do not want to make him prove himself. He will take you down." "Come on, you can't be serious," Emily retorted. "I mean I can't explain all of his tricks, but he's obviously pulling this off somehow." As he listened to the young drok, Tom took a picture frame off her desk and looked at the picture. "Cute picture," Tom said nonchalantly. "Who are they?" "Oh, that's a picture of me and my family," Emily explained. "Just me, my sister, and my parents. I always liked that photo of us in Washington DC." Looking at the picture, Joe asked, "Have you looked at it today?" "No, why?" Emily asked. Without saying a word, the two strange men showed the picture to the girl, revealing that it had been changed. To Emily's horror, the people in the picture had been changed into droks. She didn't want to believe it, but it was the same picture as before. "That's impossible," Emily said in shock. "There's no way he could've changed it in one night. Maybe he really did warp reality." Joe only gave an exasperated look and replied, "No shit genius." "Hang on a minute," Emily said, slowly realizing what she had done. "If Krockman's telling the truth, then that means..." Before she could finish her sentence, Emily heard a loud gust of wind coming from the kitchen. "Oh my God! Lana!" Emily shouted, rushing into the kitchen to save her friend.

    In the kitchen, Emily found she was too late. A strange, golden dust was settling to the floor in a ring, and in the center of that ring was a strange creature. Standing only a foot tall, the creature had pointed ears, a pair of glittering insect wings, antennae, large eyes, and orange markings on its face that resembled lipstick and eyeshadow. "Lana?" Emily asked nervously. "Is that you?" "Well of course it's me?" the fairy replied, seemingly unaware of her condition. "Who else would it be?" As Emily stared at the fairy, her other roommate, Chelsea, stepped out of her room; tall, blonde, and quite svelte. "Morning girls," she said to her roommates. "How's everything going?" "Fine," Emily lied, knowing that reality had been changed again. "How's the diet going?" "I'm about to weigh myself and find out," Chelsea replied. "I can already see myself in that little two piece this summer." With that, Chelsea went to the bathroom to weigh herself. As Emily watched her roommate walk into the bathroom, she felt hot breath on the back of her neck as she heard a familiar voice say, "Target acquired." Turning around, Emily found herself staring into the ghastly smile of the Krockman before he rushed off into the bathroom. 

    Following after the loon, Emily was confronted by her roommate in only her underwear. "Uh, Emily," Chelsea asked, somewhat unsettled by the drok's sudden appearance. "Why are you in the bathroom with me?" "I... uh, realized I needed to do my hair," Emily lied, scanning the room for the mad creature. "Well, could you wait until I finish weighing myself?" Chelsea replied, somewhat annoyed. "And if you're going to be in here, at least look away while I'm doing it. It's uncomfortable enough as it is." Relenting to her demands, Emily turned away, focusing her gaze on the shower drain. As she stared, she heard a strange sound, like the bending of metal girders. Suddenly, she saw a pair of hands emerge from the shower drain, stretch the drain open like the neck hole of a sweater. Up from the drain came Krockman himself, still wearing that ghastly grin. "Special delivery!" Krockman shouted, blowing a gust of gold colored dust onto Chelsea. 

    Emily watched as Chelsea's ass and chest expand till they were twice as big as before. Her midsection swelled into a potbelly while her face gained some softness to it. Her ears grew out till that resembled cow ears. A small bump formed at the base of her spine, growing into a long cow's tail. Her hands and feet changed, the number of digits on each being reduced to three. Her hair became longer and scruffier, while her skin became slightly tanned. Even her nose changed, growing a little longer and becoming slightly rounded. Throughout the whole transformation, Chelsea seemed unaware of the changes that were occurring. Looking down at the bathroom scale, she shrieked and ran over to Emily, shouting, "I did it Emmy! I finally reached 170!" Hearing this, Emily was a little confused, remembering that Chelsea started off a 170, and was trying to reach 115. As the troll girl hugged her, Emily said, "Uh Chelsea, I'm happy for you and all, but it's a little weird that you're hugging me in your underwear." Realizing that she was still undressed, Chelsea released her roommate from her grip, blushing slightly before replying, "Sorry about that. I got a little over excited that's all." "It's alright," Emily said, her mind still reeling from her now utterly warped reality. "Now do you mind leaving the room," Emily added politely. "I have to take care of a few things." "Oh, sure thing Emily," Chelsea replied. With that, the troll girl left, leaving Emily alone with Krockman. 

     Krockman only stared on in disappointment, shaking his head and saying, "God you were so lucky. Do you have any idea what I'd give just to be hugged by a zaftig girl like her?" Emily looked on confused before asking, "A what girl?" "Zaftig," Krockman explained as he grabbed a hand mirror. "It's Yiddish. It means pleasantly plump." "Okay, whatever," Emily replied disinterested. "I just want to know  something: what are you? And don't try to be a smart ass about it either, because at this point, it's pretty obvious you aren't human; so tell me what you are now!" Krockman only sighed and answered, "Fine, you want to know so bad, alright then. I'm a lost soul. I'm what happens when a person gets rejected by both heaven and hell." "Wait, so what you're saying is that you're dead?" Emily asked, somewhat disturbed by this revelation. "Exactly," Krockman replied. "Now most lost souls would just spend their time wandering the cosmos, some terrify people, some bring joy, I pretty much spent my time warping reality for the past eight months." 

  "Well, aren't you going to change me and my friends back?" Emily asked, growing impatient. Krockman only chuckled uncomfortably and replied, "Yeah, here's the thing... I really don't want to do that." "Excuse me," Emily said in reply, somewhat annoyed. "Well you see, I used a circuit spell to transform a good portion of Seattle, and if I undo one of you, it's going to reverse all the other people that were affected," Krockman explained. "Circuit spell?" Emily asked, somewhat confused. "That's right," Krockman replied. "See when I cast a circuit spell on a person, the spell bounces off on to other people related to them (like family, or co-workers, or really close friends, or lovers), and if one person changes back, they all change back. It's a delicate process." "Well is there anything you can do?" Emily asked, more annoyed than ever before. Krockman thought about it for awhile before answering, "Well, I'm always learning new spells and tricks. Perhaps if you had insider information on my works (and if I can find a way to change you and your friends back), I'll could let you in on it." Emily only rolled her eyes and asked, "And how exactly do I get insider information on you?" "You come work for me. Tour the world, dispensing transformations, and recreating the world one town at a time," Krockman said proudly, extending his hand out for a handshake. "What do ya say honey?" Looking at the lost soul's hand, Emily only sighed, shook the hand and replied, "Fine, I'll join. It's not like I have any other choices." "Fantastic!" Krockman exclaimed, his smile wider than ever. "I'll give you a few minutes to get dressed and washed up. Oh, and one more thing, I noticed that teddy bear in your closet. I suggest you bring that along. It'll be your payment." As she stared into the Krockman's smile, Emily worriedly thought to herself, "What are the consequences of what I've just done?"