Oddly enough, the pain vanished from his limbs as soon as the transformation was complete. Even the pain from falling to the ground was gone. He shook his head, dizzy from the experience. Morphos was still there.
"I'm not a harsh wizard. I took your strength but you will regain it. For the fun of it, you will find that the secret word for leaving the game is out of order for the moment. No need to worry - it's just a little trick of mine to make sure you stay around for a while. Use the time wisely. Rest, take care of your friend, learn how to walk ..."
With an ominous laughter, he called his wolves and made his exit with amazingly great strides. Lannon tried to speak but only moans came from what appeared to be a diminutive and very obstinate mouth. He sat up, the discomforting weight on his chest almost making him fall forward. He certainly was weak. He looked around for Hanna, who laid peacefully snoring beside him. He reach out and touched her. No reaction. He noticed his slender arm and the jet black hair flowing around it. It was almost to his waist. His original design of this avatar was completely gone. Now Hanna was in for a chock when she awoke .. if she awoke. What kind of spell had hit her?
His equipment was close by. He tried to dress, still sitting. His tunic was badly designed for breasts. He had feared it would be too tight, but the soft breasts made their escape through the generous front cut and almost fell out from the tunic, creating an impressive cleavage. The leather belt made two turns around his waist now and was unusable. Luckily, his new generous hips held the pants, but at a low level. The lower belly was visible to a degree that made him blush. The mantle could be swept to cover some of it, though. He lifted his sword. With a sigh he realised that it was far too heavy to be useful. He could only hope that no danger would appear.
He tried to stand up. Morphos wasn't kidding about learning to walk. The small feet seemed inappropriate and the elven shoes was like boats. Shakily, he half stumbled, half fell towards a tree, re-learning the law of gravity on the way. Darn! This wasn't what he had expected of FOG.
He searched Hannas bags for something to keep the breasts inside the tunic. She had nothing. Obviously, she had made her equipment list small. If she had any bra she was wearing it. Hanna had shoes too. He tried to take them off her. Unfortunately, his new feet was even smaller than hers. He couldn't help noticing that she had very long legs, actually longer than his own were at the moment. Man, she was beautiful! The sudden realisation made him wonder what sex would be like in this game. And if there were sleep spells, wouldn't there be a lot of raping? Then it hit him that it wasn't pure speculation anymore. He could now be the victim of such a crime. For the first time in the game - and in his life - he became afraid of being alone.
