For the longest time, I lay there on the cold floor, gasping for breath as Lancelot stared at me with unblinking eyes. As he looked at me, something in those deep blue orbs seemed to change, and as they roved across my new, ultra-femenine form, his gaze took on an intensity which almost frightened me. As soon as I could find the strength, I wrapped my arms around my chest, hugging myself to hide my nakedness.
"Stop... stop looking at me like that," I said, between deep breaths.
My voice, sweet and high, seemed to snap him out of his reverie. Half a dozen of the male knights leapt up but Lancelot waived them back and removed his cloak with a swirl of movement and draped it aroun dme. The feel of the roguh fabric on my soft skin was... alien to me. But even more so was the feel of his muscular arms, when he didn't let go.
"S-sir Lancelot..." I stuttered, dazed from my transformation and these strange sensations.
"Relax," he said, in a gentle voice, "You've been through quite the ordeal on my behalf - and do not think I will not show my appreciation. But for now, you must rest."
"But -" I protested, wanting to tell him tha the sooner we got this over with and reversed these changes to my virtual form the better, but he held a finger to my lips.
"Sleep now," he said, and his voice took on a hypnotic tone and my consiousnes began to fade, I barely heard his last words.
"I have big plans for you..."
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When I awoke...
((OOC: It would have been hard to state it explicitly in the actual text, but in this branch, Lancelot falls in love with the player. I'll tkae it from there, and hope some of you will too _ [though as has been suggested I left the ending vague enough to lead to a lot of other places] ))
