[This is an excerpt from my F-List profile, on some contemplations of the idea of transformation and what it means to the world. I'll be adding more periodically, but I thought this would be a good place to log it for people to see.]

Transformation, in essence, is the giving of yourself over to someone in your entirety. It is giving someone the reins of your entire being. Dominance can be obtained in a lot of ways, but not in the way a transformation can. From something as simple to a small mental tweak to morphing your entire body and life, it is a way of giving yourself over to someone so they can do as they wish to you. You throw yourself at their machinations, you allow them to twist and churn your body, and ultimately, they decide your fate, not yourself. Victims of transformations are puppets painted in the visage of their controller's twisted minds, and either willingly or unwillingly given, a transformation means you wholeheartedly submit yourself to them.

What if they make you a bimbo? The very cliche although very, very popular form of transformation. Regardless of who or what you are, your new life is completely changed in a new direction. A new hairstyle, a new set of clothing, a new body sometimes even. You know when going in you're going to be bloated up to be a sexual object, oftentimes with your mind twisted to fit the body as well. Giggling, horny, and swaying with every step you take. You can't stop it unless you truly tried or simply didn't like what the thing you're becoming is going to be. As an unspoken rule, if a transformation doesn't head down the way someone likes, the entire thing is either stopped or backtracked to a place both parties feel comfortable.

Let's say you're turned into a bimbo, staying with the same example: what's your name? Is it what is was, or did they rename you? Are you now Candi or Star or Tiffani? Can you control your own thoughts? Are you horny all the time? Can you stop touching yourself? Most importantly, can you remember your past? Most of the time no...most of the time you're left Candi or Tiffani and you have no option of going back. Whatever you were doesn't matter anymore. You're a plaything. A tool. Transformations can reduce the victim down into a thing more than a person, even if a person is left behind. And how can you know? You don't. Your life has always been that way. True subservience. Any time you're changed, that's just how it was, or an improvement your controller deems fit for you.

The ability to contort and control the mind and body is a truly intensive and an absolute form of power. Your entire being is under the whims of someone else. No whips needed, no training required. You're a literal toy to be twisted at a moment's notice. And it's when you willingly give yourself up to someone to be their plaything for transformation, you offer them absolute power of you. Your fate is theirs to weave, and there's only what they deem fit for your existence to be the truth.