It started with me driving on some countryside road. The shadows were long and the sun was low. I was remembering the Zoology class of my last semester fondly, and thinking I've had enough fun that if I just ceased to be it would be fine now.

An announcement rang somehow, either in my head or in the car, but a mission I had somehow been chosen for had begun.

In the appearance of some guy with chiseled features and a 5 ó clock shadow, I started driving down a dirt road and encountered a couple of people I had to swerve out of the way of; slowing down was not an option.

Someone had a large quadruped animal of some kind and was almost about to get into a knife fight with whoever else was on the dirt path there. It was probably intended for me to run them over, but I especially did not want to hurt the animal, so I accelerated into the thin line of trees in the island between the two dirt path roads. I simply drove on the other side; the paths were deserted so there really was no issue. After some time passed, I got to my destination and ditched the car.

A shiny metallic entrance to what was maybe an underground fortress or a portal to another plane was before me.

I spontaneously rose a little over 2 meters, maybe closer to 7 or 8 feet, into the air. The male form with a five o'clock shadow transformed into one smaller, with the hair on the top of the head growing almost to my shoulders nearly instantly and an absence of hair elsewhere; I'm not sure if that hair receded or simply ceased to be for the transformation, but either way I descend as suddenly as I ascended. Both forms looked like either part of the "upgrade yourself" meme.

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Continuing on after the sudden sex change, I noticed a woman with long, purple hair and dark features apart from that watching me from closer into the metallic base's entrance. Getting closer, I noticed that she might have had pink eye; her eyes were outlined by thick eyeliner and the whites of her eyes were either red veins or not quite white.

She gave an intense stare and mentioned something about me being a "**'"'**'?-walker" too.

It was implied that she was also subject to spontaneous sex changes, nothing either of us could control at will.

She either led me, or both of us were called into whatever kind of secret, evil base we had to return to. We returned without anymore conversation, and not before I unfortunately changed back from the female form to the same male one with a five o'clock shadow and muscular physique.

There were three-part outlets in rows along the ground and humanoid figures plugged into some of them.

They all faced a man with in a suit with short, white hair who talked about replacing memory space in our actual memories for the recorded deaths of our comrades. Regardless of the reason, having my experiences and life up till now sent enough of a shiver down my spine for me to desperately cling to any excuse to reject the false-memory implant. The white haired, aged business man, who now seemed extremely punchable, rambled on about how much more efficient our unit was now at only the expense of a third of our lives.

Thankfully he wasn't checking to make sure we actually inserted the memory overriding devices into ourselves when he was passing them out.