A nice dress.

The mix of old and new fashion is quite interesting to say the least. Yet everything that is new or modern you are told is from another dimension or from another world and has prices that reflect the rarity. That doesn't stop you from buying a total of five bright g string panties with an equal number of skimpy bras to match, they simply look to sexy and feel to good to pass up. The hot pink pair is what you end up wearing out of the store. Once you have on your sexy new pink undies you decide it best to keep the gun and holster hidden and go ahead and strap it on, as you are doing this the woman at the shop makes a suggestion and you end up buying a new padded belt for the holster and strap it on so it can hang low with the gun more on the side of your leg than your hip for better concealment. You also get a second padded strap for the bottom of the holster to keep it nice and snug. Standing there in a bikini and gun belt you can't help but get a little turned on. Over this you decide to put on a knee length gray dress that has a slit up the side to the waist giving easy access to the gun while covering it nicely. Around your waist you strap on your weapon belt with the dagger and all of the little pouches for your ammo and gear that you want access to without needing to pull out the magic bag. You also buy two black skirts, one really short and one knee length, and a pair of white sleeveless tunic like tops. Turning your attention to your sexy little feet you decide first for a pair of black thigh length socks and equally high black leather boots. You also buy a cute pair of soft leather sandals that lace up to the knees for backup and 4 more pairs of socks in black, white, gray, and soft pink.

Finally dressed, and not like a total slut, you head next to a store you heard someone mention while shopping that sells magic items. There is a ton of cool shit here, and you take quite a while shopping. Your magical sight tells you what everything is as long as you concentrate on it for a few moments. Something to protect you from baddies quickly takes over as you don't trust your own combat ability, and you don't think armor is worth the effort if other people have guns like yours, not to mention magic bolts and fire breathing dragons or whatever is waiting outside of the city for you. When you are finished shopping you end up with 13 gold 57 silver and one of your pearls. For all that gold and gems you walk out with a pair of magical bracelets that your sight and the person working there insist that they will protect you with a magical field that is as protective as a suit of plate armor, and yes he insists it can deflect bullets as well, though perhaps not a direct hit. You also get a magic ring that when activated creates a shield made of mystical energy you can use to parry or block attacks. Trying it in the shop, the shield it creates is more than two feet wide, round, and looks like black metal with a strap around your wrist and arm, yet weighs next to nothing. He says it is basically indestructible but with your magic sight you are pretty sure it is harder than steel but not unbreakable.

Your next stop gets you a nice big plate of stew and a chunk of bread that tastes pretty good, and after the third dark beer it tastes great. Having wasted most of the day, and with the knowledge your room is paid for a few more days you spend the rest of the day watching a very sexy girl with flowing blonde hair sing and dance on the stage. Each beer makes you want to fuck her even more, till you hit six and start missing your old life back home. The creepy thing of all that is as you think back on it you know you had parents and you were a man, but you can't even remember your name. Which is an odd thing to think to be sure, and it is even more odd when just then as you are trying to recall your old name when a young man built like a linebacker, easily 6'5” appears standing at your table and is staring at you as if he knows you. “Can I help you?” You ask slightly slurring your speech, and suddenly regretting just how much you have drank.

“I know you.” He says, then after a little pause, “You have changed a lot, but that face. Nadzia, it is you isn't it?” His question has your mind reeling. The witch said she was using demonic energy to build you a new body. You didn't want her to kill someone else so you could have their body. Then again maybe he is wrong.