As a thief in a medieval D&D fantasy world.

“What? Where?”

Samantha’s eyes slowly open, her vision blurred, her mind dazed in a half awake state. Lying on her back, her muscles are not yet functioning save her eyelids which blink trying to focus.

As her mind begins to clear the last thing she remembers is rolling up a character to play D&D in the museum, and then walking down to the foyer and becoming overcome by sleep and darkness. This doesn’t feel or sounds like the museum, however. The chirping of birds, the caress of grass on her hands, arms and head, and the smell of flowers and pine trees means she isn’t in the museum anymore.

With the sounds of the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the warmth of the sun on her skin Samantha guesses it is probably midday, and it feels like summer; how can this be November in Massachusetts? Disturbed by these questions Samantha tries focus, but everything is still very blurry. Trying to lift her right hand to rub her eyes her muscles only partially respond. Missing her face, Samantha’s hands land on the middle of her chest. There is something on her; it feels like two bags of liquid. She tries to push them off, but they seem to be stuck on her and her hand feebly falls back to the ground.

Blinking her eyes again, her vision refuses to focus. Again she tries to rub her eyes and this time her arm muscles respond more effectively. Pushing her glasses off, she rubs her eyes and looks up; above her are a few pine tree branches.

“What’s going on?” Samantha mutters and tries to sit up, but fails. Turning her head to the side she sees that she is lying on a bed of soft grass and moss a few feet away from the shore of a small lake; there is no wind and the sun shines spectacularly off the water like glass. Flipping her head to face the other direction Samantha sees trees, rocks and some underbrush, clearly she is in a wooden area next to a lake.

Slowly her muscles begin to work and she is able to rub her eyes and they come into complete focus. Looking back over the lake she cannot help but smile at its serein beautiful, it reminds her of Vermont in summer. On the far side of the lake the top of a stone tower appears above the trees. It is of a medieval style, with only a few arrow slit for widows. Then it hits her, the tower she sees so clearly is a good distance away and she doesn’t have her glasses on. Being nearsighted Samantha shouldn’t be able that faraway, even with her glasses her vision shouldn’t be this clear.

“Where am I?!” Her facilities fully return with the surge of adrenalin from the realization that something is very wrong. Sitting up she looks at her hands and then her legs. She is still in her costume, the leather bracers, boots, pants and belt pouch are all there.

“What the fuck!” Samantha uncharacteristically swears as she looks at her torso. Her vest is unbuttoned and the strings on the v-neck of her shirt are undone exposing a clear view of ample cleavage. They were not bags of liquid on her chest but her own massive breasts. Grabbing the underside of her tits she lifts up the large orbs. “Where in hell did these come from?!” The A cup Samantha has grown five more sizes. Weighing them like melons she realizes they are real and not something stuffed into her bra. In fact her bra is still on, but unclasped in the back, because it could now never fit because of her new greatly expanded measurements. She tries to button up her vest, but this too is also too small and all she accomplishes is squeezing her new huge breasts together.

A shiver of intense fear runs down her spine. Is the robed Englishman some sicko that has imprisoned her and performed radical surgery on her to be his sex toy? Instinctive she reaches for her cell phone, which is surprisingly still in her pouch. Flipping it open Samantha swears again because there is no signal. Standing up she looks around. There is no path, road or any sign of civilization save the tower. Walking over to the water she looks across to all parts of the lake. Strangely there are no water front houses, boats, beaches, or any sign of human activity. “A reservoir?” She wonders.

As she ponders Samantha realizes she feels different, taller, healthier, and her vision is clearly superior. Her hands look stronger, yet with more elegant fingers. Her skin is without blemish and most fair, yet with a perfect tan. Looking down at the water Samantha eyes widen in horror. “What have they done?!” Samantha stammers seeing a completely different woman in in the water’s reflection looking back at her.