By bolgerjc
The armor she was wearing was becoming heavy and exhausting so she lifted it from her body and dropped it to the ground. She had traveled for days without rest and never noticed the weight of the armor before. Human bodies were so weak and what was with these fleshy protrusions on this body, they would create difficulty in combat. Sitha poked one of the mounds on her chest and was surprised by the jolt of pleasure she felt but was no closer to figuring out the purpose.
She had decided to head for the shaman of her tribe but the distance was starting to wear on her new form. Even the loss of the armor and dropping her large weapon hadn’t stopped the difficulties for the warrior. Her new chest swayed and jiggled with every step she took causing her to finally take her blanket out a strip of cloth out to wrap her chest up as best she could with the still swelling mounds on her chest.
The changes had continued and she was certain that it wouldn’t be long before she was fully human and she wondered how she would explain that to the shaman because they weren’t used to humans asking for assistance. Sitha wished she had studied humans more but she had cared very little about them. What was the function of the female in human society and how were they supposed to behave? She needed to act human in case she was discovered by others but at least she would be hard to discover by the remaining warriors of the prince she had slain.
There appeared to be a small village ahead of her that she debated about stopping at. She wasn’t sure she was comfortable pretending to be human yet but she was hot and leaking water profusely. Perhaps there was someone in town who could help her situation.
