You have the most bizarre dream. Two creatures, vaguely humanoid are talking about you while you drift slowly in a weightless space full of what look like distant stars. You have no idea what they are saying as it is in a language that you imagine no human being has ever heard, but the fact that you are the subject of their heated discussion there can be no doubt to you, although you can’t say why you would know this. One of the beings you somehow imagine as female even though the creature is only vaguely humanoid and seemingly made up of stacks of long crystals of the deepest blues and blacks. The second similarly built creature is a bit larger and by the tone and quality of it’s speech and build you imagine it to be male. They seem to be holding what looks like a lump of clay or rock that the two of them are busying themselves in sculpting while they discuss you far, or perhaps just, below them as the exact concept of space seems to be lost on you at the moment. Their heated debate continues as they fight over the lump, all the while they in turn tug and pull at the clay causing it to change form till you see it is apparent it is taking on humanoid form itself. They seem to be making some kind of doll or sculpture of some kind, ‘how peculiar,’ is all you think. The female one seems to be in control as she works it, with the male one stating his opinions, and occasionally grabbing the doll for himself. Then to the obvious surprise of the female one, the male lurches forward, seizes the doll from the female, makes one last twist to the doll, and casts it violently to the far corners of wherever you are.
You awaken from your dream sitting up suddenly just barely refraining from screaming as you do. Looking around frantically your eyes straining to focus you are instantly aware of the fact that it is quite cold. “What the hell isn’t my furnace…” Your voice trails off as you are now distinctly aware that it simply isn’t your voice. The voice coming from your mouth just isn’t quite right, “What is wrong with my voice?” You ask the air as you rub the sand from your eyes. Your vision finally clear you are made aware of a couple more things, you are not only stark naked, but you are nowhere you have ever seen before. Rising to your feet off of the simple wooden bed covered in not a mattress, but just a large stack of furs. As you stand up and look around an odd feeling against your leg gets you to reach down, and are instantly aware that you are apparently no longer yourself. You apparently are completely naked and you would guess you now stand about 5’7” tall, your body is now simply amazing, you are very muscular with perfect c cup perky breasts and tight abs. The most shocking thing, however is what you are now holding in your hand. A 7” or so cock, and pair of hairless testicles. “No fucking way.” Is all you can form the words to say as you look around the dimly lit room you are in.
You appear to be in a hotel room in one of those fantasy suites that have gone all out. Other than the bed you were on you see the only other furnishings in the small room are a low table holding a pile of clothing or armor, weapons and with a large jug of water and a bowl, plus a pot in the corner. There is a stout wooden door leading out, and a hole in the wall you guess is supposed to be a window with a small door that opens out and up that is currently closed. Your attention next turns to the weapons on the table, you see a long light thin but strong sword about 3‘ long you believe is called a rapier, an antique looking wooden crossbow with a hand crank to cock it that looks extremely deadly as well as a quiver of 20 bolts, and finally a basket hilted dagger something tells you is called a main gauche. Picking up the dagger you can’t help but ask the reflection of the sexy girl with the short tangle of hair that is apparently now you, “Where the hell am I? What is going on?” Not seeing any other options, and not wanting to believe you have simply gone completely insane, you decide to focus on what you can do. Grabbing the pile of clothing and armor you decide you are sick of standing there naked. You start by pulling on a pair of silk leggings with red and white vertical stripes. Next you grab the white, light weight silk, undershirt and pull it over your head. Over that you pull on the armor consisting of a light chain mail shirt that is long enough to hang to your hips, a short skirt made of layered strips of hard leather that covers your ass and a bit more but leaves your legs rather exposed, and finally a pair of reinforced leather knee high boots. Over the skirt you pull on a belt with clips to hold the two blades on each side, and finally a white sleeveless tunic you somehow know is intended to cover most of the chain shirt. As you finish getting dressed you are a bit amazed at how you figured it all out so easily. Under the pile you find a small pouch on a chain you slip over your head and tuck under the tunic after peaking inside to see it holds 100 gold coins about the size of a dime as well as 2 tiny white pearls.
Just as you finish getting everything together there is a nock at the door. After a brief panic you look at the door and ask, “Who is it?” |