"Good morning, miss ___. I'm Anthony the Talking Clock. But, of course, you may call me Tony." He spoke to me in such a melodic way, and it matched his appearance wonderfully. Soft, blue skin, dark red eyes with a look of mischief in them. His hair was jet black with blonde tips, and he had slight stubble covering his chin. His suit was neat and crisp on his body, a yellow and red striped bow tie at the base of his neck and white gloves covering his hands. He steps closer to me, taking my hand. "I am your mentor, and firstly, you must pick your object. I'm here to aid you in this process. Think about your interests very carefully, miss ___." I pause for a moment, trying to think of the things I like.
"Well, I love music and singing," I explain. He smiles.
"I know just what to do for you." He walks out of the room and returns with a slip of paper. On the paper was a drawing of an acoustic guitar. "This is quite perfect of a fit," he said, and smiled at me. "Try it." For a brief moment, a glowing light consumes my body and I take the shape of the guitar.
"I... I love it!" I say excitedly, using my newly spindly arms to play a small chord on my strings. "Beautiful." I shift back into my human form.
"Great," says Tony,"You should meet everyone else now. They'd love to see your pretty face."