Tough choices were the way of life to Eric Blood Axe for the tribe he would repress his baser urges. The wolverine in him wanted more blood but Eric's desire for an end to rage triumphed over it. In a restrained growl Eric spoke,"I concede to the will of the spirits. Let their judgement fall upon me." As his words Eric Blood Axe fell to his knees and prayed for the spirits of clan to watch over his family no matter his fate.
The shaman now spoke."I will look after your family if you are unable to after the judgement. Your sacrifice and wisdom will be known to them. Trust in the spirits as they have vision beyond our own."
The words were of small comfort to Eric as he heard the howls of unearthly wolves. Eric's pulse quickened as the air stilled and cooled. Suddenly energy struck him in the chest sending him to his back. All the clothe touching him dissolved leaving Eric naked. The force inside his chest started to pulse throughout his body. Eric clawed at the ground with his fingers as his skin tightened. Bones started shifting inside him diminishing him. Eric's hard earned muscles began dwindling. He could see his chest expanding and developing into a set of very bountiful breasts.
"No!" Eric cried in a voice that seemed alien to the low gruff voice he once had, "What could the spirits mean by this." He finally had control of his body again as the changes continued unabated. Eric brought his hands up in front his eyes to witness the the effects of the tingling in them. Callouses and scars from a hard life faded with the tingling. Strong hands that once strangled orcs and pummeled men contract into delicate soft hands. These dainty hands weren't designed for battle. They were made for gentleness.
The shaman stared in wonderment of the spirits power. Where once laid a powerful warrior a nubile woman seemed to be taking his place. The warrior's trunk like legs dwindled into smooth shapely legs. The shaman spoke calmly,"The spirits that dwell beside us are wise beyond our knowing. You will see this new journey they have set you on is the right one. "
The Shaman's effort to reassure Eric Blood Axe failed miserably. He thought about getting but the tightening of his stomach as it narrowed made him nauseous. Eric felt the shifting in his stomach and worried about what was going on. His fear realized with a pulling sensation in his groin. Eric felt his balls being sucked into his body with his shaft being drawn in at the same time. At this he put his hands to his face only to recognize the familiar shifting there.
Hair spilled from Eric's head in cascades. As the former slayer of men drew his hands away from his face nothing remained of the gruff figure. The shaman only saw a buxom young maiden before him.
