"Oh, okay," was all Jon could say as he read the tropes title. 'Bad idea it is.'
Jon felt a pain shoot through his body. He felt a pressure on all sides, pushing him inwards. He looked at his hand as his began to darken. Only slightly though, before it turned to an olive color. His nails turned pink and began to push outward. He could feel a pressure on his chest, as he began to feel a weight on them. His sides pushed inward. He felt his butt pushing outward. He felt as if someone was pulling at his eyes, and saw straight black hair cascade down his face. He grunted, in a small, feminine voice. Suddenly, he began to feel his clothes become lighter. More comfortable. They felt like silk. Jon looked down, and saw a red fabric, with just a hint of cleavage.
Jon made his way to the bathroom. He needed to see what he, or rather she, had done. He looked into the mirror, and saw an Asian beauty standing before him. Her black hair was wrapped into a tight ponytail that went over her shoulder. Her newly brown, oval eyes complimented a small nose and mouth. She had B-Cup breasts, covered by a red qipao. She wore tight black pants that fully covered her long legs and butt. She had on formal shoes. "Zhé tà i fÄ“ngkuángle," she said, before her eyes widened. "WÇ’ zà i shuÅ? zhÅ?ngguó huà ?" She understood what she was saying. It was Chinese. 'WÇ’ bìxÅ« jiÄ›jué zhége wéntÃ.' Even her thoughts were in Chinese. She took a deep breath. She struggled to come up with the English, "My... name... Jon." It was broken. Accented. Probably even offensive. But it was the best she could do. "I...speak...English." Then she smiled. "Shì! WÇ’ zuò de!" She could not live like this. The body she could learn to deal with for a weak, but not the ridiculous accent. She returned to her room and grabbed the rock. "WÇ’ xÄ«wà ng wÇ’ jiÇŽng liúlì de yÄ«ngyÇ”." The stone glowed. Jon said, "Wow, that feels a lot better." Jon decided it was time to explore this brave new world from a brave new angle... but where to start?
