Aaralon could sense something was about to happen. He knew that an archdemoness would attract attention and that help was coming, though getting caught would mean expulsion or worse, imprisonment. He sensed that the archdemoness was about to take him to the nether realms and this was not a good option either. He had only seconds to react. Too powerful of a spell might get noticed by the archdemoness, he had to think of something……
Suddenly all the flames went out. Aaralon cast his cantrip. A simple misdirection spell so that he wouldn’t go to the same location as the archdemoness. It had it’s risks. He didn’t know where he would end up.
Blackness…..
“Kar est femalia sast cinta be'el lia da!”
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“Kar est femalia sast cinta be'el lia da!”
“Kar est femalia sast cinta be'el lia da!”
His body was changing……
The transformation spell…….
An archdemoness…..
“What….. No!”, Aaralon screams as he awakens from his dream.
“Where Am I?” he moans.
He looks around and sees that he is lying in some matted down grass. The sun is low on the horizon and is either rising or setting, he’s not sure which since he doesn’t know where north is. He remembers the transformation and quickly checks his chest to find two large fleshy globes. His hands immediately go to check for his manhood, but all he finds is a fleshy fold and hair.
“That little shit Yerther will pay for this”, he states. ‘And Memp too’, he continues in his mind, remembering how Memp fucked him in the ass. ‘I will have my revenge’.
Aaralon, in female form, begins to take stock of his situation.
He’s naked and female.
He gets up off the ground to see he’s in a field near a road that winds off in the distance to a forest in one direction, and over a hill in the other. There is nobody in sight.
“Clothes”, he states out loud as he looks around again to see if there is anyone near that can see his naked form. Aaralon remembers the spell for summoning simple items and concentrates on some clothing. A Tunic and leggings appear. ‘This is no good’, Aaralon thinks, “I can’t go around looking like this wearing clothes that look like that”.
Aaralon concentrates on some female attire and a sexy pair of panties and a bra appear. “Well, that’s a start. I guess I never though about much more than this kind of female clothing.”
Aaralon concentrates again. He conjures an image in his mind. A simple blue dress appeared nothing fancy, and nothing that would overemphasize his new assets. He focuses his mind again and a pair of leather boots appears.
Aaralon, not at all comfortable in this new female body, gingerly steps into the panties and pulls them up. Surprisingly, he admires how they feel and fit. He goes next for the bra. He puts his arms through the loops in the bra and can’t then figure out how to clasp it. He bends his arms back, but can’t make the catch work. He throws the bra down in frustration. Tears are welling up in his eyes. “No!” he shouts! “I will not let this get to me!”
He picks up the bra and then hooks the ends together and tries pulling it over his head like a shirt. This seems to work until it reaches his breasts where he has to force the bra over his breasts. “Ouch!”, he yells as he realizes how sensitive his new breasts are. He goes for the dress and luckily for him, it laces in the front. After some struggles, he finally manages to get the dress to look somewhat decent. He then realizes he needs to put on the boots. Cursing as he does, he finally manages to get the boots on with out ruining the dress. The heels aren’t too high, but high enough that walking is a bit difficult.
Aaralon straightens out his dress the best he can and begins to walk down the road.
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