The whole Innercall thing. Right. You wake up in a bed you don't recognize, and there it is, that weird tingle. Not downstairs, but everywhere. Look down, and yeah, you've got tits. Not a mod, not a dream, the game just outright tells you your dick is a memory and the space between your legs is now this terrifying, thrilling, *wet* unknown. And here's the kicker, the part that stuck with me like a cheap meme, you don't freak out. The text, that classic wall of descriptive text adventure prose, says you feel... good. Better than ever. The hypnosis tag isn't just for show, it's baked into the internal monologue.

The writing is where it gets properly, deliberately scuffed. It reads like a translation that was proofread by a horny ghost. Sentences will just... end in odd places. You'll get a paragraph dissecting the slick, alien sensation of your new thighs rubbing together, and then just "A man is calling your new name." No transition. It's jarring and weirdly perfect for the scrambled-egg mental state of the protagonist. Choices pop up. Go with the suited executive, touch yourself in the office bathroom, just try to remember what your old face looked like. My first run I just kept picking whichever option seemed the most aggressively, pathetically turned on by my own transformation. Why wouldn't you? The game's whole vibe is this greasy pharma company's experiment, and you're the product, cooing with pleasure.

I got stuck for ten minutes on a scene about picking a lipstick shade, "Fuck-Me Fuchsia" or "Innocent Peach," because the game described the taste of the waxy lipstick on your... *her*... tongue in disturbing detail. Like it was a memory of a taste I shouldn't have. That's the thing, it's a rollicking gender chaos simulator where the hypno is window dressing for the real mindfuck of just wanting to be the girl. Wish there was a stat screen, some cold number to track how far gone you were. But it's not that kind of game. It's just this text slog, churning through sticky scene after scene, where you're solving the mystery of the experiment by basically letting the experiment win inside your head. The end? Got one where I just stopped caring about reversing it. The protagonist's old name just... vanished from the text. Felt like winning, in a way that makes you need to log off and stare at a wall.