Let me tell you about the first choice that actually made me stop. Not pause. Stop. I'm staring at the screen, my dude has just been through this whole trippy hypno sequence, right? And suddenly the game's like "You look down at your hands." Except they're not your hands anymore. They're smaller. Softer. And there's this moment where the text just... sits there. Waiting. Like it fucking knows what you're about to realize and it's already smirking at you.

Innercall. That's the program. Some pharma company's pet project and you just stumbled into it like an idiot. The whole transformation thing isn't some magical poof, it's this slow creeping dread mixed with, honestly, the horniest writing I've seen in a text adventure. Your character starts noticing things. How the new body feels. How it reacts. And the game gives you these choices that feel genuinely uncomfortable because you're picking them, you know? You're the one deciding to explore this.

They call it an experiment and I guess that's the frame but really it's a mindfuck delivery system wrapped in a dirty story. The hypno descriptions are abstract but not in that pretentious artsy way. More like someone actually tried to write what it feels like to have your sense of self dissolve into static and reform as someone who desperately wants cock. Should I be worried about how much I thought about the dialogue trees? Probably. The writing when your character starts noticing how men look at her... jesus. And then there's this whole subplot about finding out what Innercall actually is but honestly I kept choosing the options that lead back to the smut because the smut is where the real horror is. The fact that she likes it. The fact that you made her like it.

Some of the earlier scenes try too hard to be literary and you can feel the writer patting themselves on the back. But then you get to the first real sexual encounter and all that pretension just melts into something raw and fucked up. Your fingers on the keyboard. Her fingers somewhere else. The confusion about who's really in control. The pharma company plot is fine I guess, corporate evil blah blah, but the real story is watching someone be unmade and remade into something wet and wanting and then handed the steering wheel.