Mysterious Devices

In a semi-prominent position in the gym, you see a line of five unmarked things that look very much like photo booths, although there's no curtain blocking the entrance to four of them -- and one of them has what looks very much like a shimmering blue **** field in the doorway.

"Sir, are you curious about the Insta-Improvement machines?" asks a male voice behind you.

You jump and turn around to see someone who looks very much like an alligator, walking on its hind legs, clad in a polo shirt with the resort logo and khaki tros -- albeit tros that have a large hole cut in the back for the reptilian tail that trails behind him.

"Uh..."

"Ah, you are our contest winner, correct?" asks the alligator. Somehow, his toothy grin gets even toothier. "I understand that your home dimension is not as technologically advanced as many others, so let me explain that the Insta-Improvement machines may be used to quickly, easily, and painlessly change one's physical form -- we find that most of our guests who use the machine prefer to use it to simulate the effects of a workout regimen, although it's certainly possible to use it for more interesting alterations as well."

You realize that a low whirring noise you've been hearing has stopped. You turn and realize the **** field is no longer active on the one machine.

Emerging is something that looks very much like a blue wad of Silly Putty, but it's managing to quickly locomote along the floor toward you. It extends an arm -- hand -- pseudopod as it es you, and the alligator reaches down to give it a low-five. "Looking good, Ms. Pyxulhur," he says.

Once the blob -- she, you guess it is -- appears to be far enough away, you ask, "Was that an 'interesting' alteration?"

"Only if you think changing your color is interesting," says the alligator. "She does it once a day."

"Oh, uh, hmm..." Changing your color actually would be interesting, but you have another question in mind. "Uh, so if you have these machines, then why have all the other equipment?"

The alligator makes a move that you interpret as a shrug, although he doesn't quite have shoulders. "Many people prefer to actually work out -- get the endorphin rush, see or be seen in their workout attire, what have you. Also, the machine doesn't work on all beings from all dimensions -- but you're close enough to what's considered 'standard anatomy' that it would certainly work on you."

"Uh, okay..."

"Just step in one of the machines and it will activate automatically. Answer the voice prompts."

"Uh..."