Go ahead and get it over with.

“So these are all good stuff so I suppose I shouldn’t go in with my tits hanging out. Wish I had found the boobie covers they took out.” You sit down and begin to strip. Sadly you quickly realize that for the most part your clothes are not going to work. The corset is just to big. Sure the panties and much of the other stuff you could cut and make some adjustments and then it would fit, but you aren’t sure you could undo that tomorrow when you change back. So you put all that back for later. Looking over what you have you can surely get the basically nude harness to work. With it, and a bit of magical sewing you also think if you don’t care about the tit open bodysuit you can fill in the harness and make a rather revealing swimsuit. You cast the spell that summons your invisible servant, in all her French maid cuteness. “I need you to sew leather to this harness so I can use it to cover my naughty bits.” She salutes and quickly gets to work. She does an amazing job and even makes you some hand protecting long leather gloves that match the thigh high boots nicely. You tuck the magic belt, extra leather bits, strap-on, and nearly toss in the ball gag, but with a naughty grin you decide to keep wearing it like a necklace.

“Not bad. Not bad.” You say doing a little dance in your sexy new duds. “Now which door? Okay focus. Right, so like last time, ugh, so what did I say... hmm... so not kindness, it is probably being nice to a **** or some shit. Definitely not diligence it is a new one so can’t be right. Humility is not bragging right? Temperance is the booze thing right, that one sounds stupid. Fuck and charity will mean giving up all my stuff. So ugh I can’t actually be picking patience, I’ll be in there forever I just know it. Fuck fuck fuck. Why am I so stupid, there is clearly a pattern why can’t I see it. Fuck it I’ll just spin around and go in at random.” You spin around with your eyes closed, then open to see staring at you is. Temperance. “Aah. Fuck, ok this time I’ll go through it I swear.” You spin around again and see. Humility. “But that one is stupid.” You say stomping a few times quickly. Spinning the third time you say a little prayer then stop and say. “Hey servant, pick one please.” You open your eyes and see she is pointing at, charity.

“Fine.”

You open the door and are shocked to see something completely different. You are under a very hot sun, your sexy lithe body begins sweating instantly and you instantly decide the gloves and long boots aren’t happening. So your thee options are huge ballet slippers, to big but possibly workable jewelry like high heel sandals, or barefoot. You are standing on a carved stone bridge over a flowing river roughly 20’ across. The bridge is low, solid, and seems very sturdy stone. Behind you the bridge leads to an open but cultivated field of what looks like maybe beans. The other side is a small walled stone city. “Oh fuck me.” You decide to try the sandals and to your happy surprise they shrink to fit and feel amazing. You then don your weapon belt and holster your 1911, cocked and locked, before pulling out and making ready your rifle. Then it occurs to you. “Oh fuck which way should I go? I was thinking charity, go help the poor in the city, easy. But what if it’s go help the farmers? Fuck.”