I turned around to see a full length mirror... and within it, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life.
I licked my lips, stunned, raising delicate hands to my face, then my chest, then my groin. I took a step forward and felt the weight of my new breasts, of my long blue hair.
"Fuck me," I whispered, then immediately regretted it as the sound of my voice, coupled with my looks, caused more than a few Knights to imagine doing just that.
"What's with this outfit?" I said, whirling toward Lancelot. The long, fluttering skirt was girly, but at least it covered me. My top though was some sort of, I don't know, reverse corset that was two sizes too small for me.
Lancelot cleared his throat, carefully looking away from my jiggling chest. "It's the uniform at the Sated Hog, the tavern that several of the victims were abducted from. You'll be working there as a waitress."
I look back at my reflection in the mirror. Waitress. Right. And the Playboy bunnies were just "models".
I crossed my arms beneath my now ample blossom. "Fine, fine. Let's just get this thing over and done with."
Lancelot stroked his chin. "I understand your impatience, but first we need to implant some behavioral programs that will make your Avatar move more like a woman.Unless, that is, you feel like you can handle that aspect on your own?"
