That's... Very odd, you're not quite sure what sort of transformations she could be talking about. And where did she get these potions, did she make them? This unicorn seems smart, but transforming magic? That's stuff the scholars at Canterlot have been trying to master for years. You're starting to wonder how powerful Twilight Sparkle is.
"Well, I'm all for helping out, but," You say, "But just what are these potions supposed to do to me?"
Twilight giggles, "Well, you see, I can't tell you for fear that it would sabotage the experiment. It's all psycho-semantic, because by telling you what the potions should do your mind starts to have pre-conceived notions of what ..."
She sure loves talking. You start to zone out, not hearing her explanations, and instead start focusing on her bright little face. She has a nice purple complexion, and her hair is surprisingly well kept for a mare who spends most of her time reading books and mixing chemicals. You can't help but think she'd be adorable with a nice pair of glasses.
":.. which is why I chose these two!" She concludes her lecture, and you absentmindedly nod your head. Her horn glowed, and a nearby cupboard opened up. two little bottles, each containing a different liquid, levitated down to you, via Twilight's magic. She guided them down to the table in front of you, and with two little pops the corks were pulled out and replaced by two straws.
"Now, you chose first and I'll imbibe the latter. Oh, silly me, I keep repeating myself. I must have said these same directions three times already!"
"Oh, I don't mind." You say, completely honest, since you had no idea what she said earlier.
Your eyes are drawn to the two brews in front of you, each in different bottles of about the same size. One of them is in a little glass cube, and is both bubbly and very viscous. You pick it up and tilt it, but it's so gooey that the straw in it hardly moves. You place it down, and pick up the one next to it, and retch when you get a smell of it. It reeks of manure and is thin and pasty, like a watered-down glue. Plus it's sickly green hue reminds you of sewage.
"Well?"l Twilight asks, she's rocking back and forth with excitement. You're not sure which one these is the lesser of two evils, but itms too late to town back now. You'll just have to go out on a limb and choose.
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