I want that priestess!

You turn back the way you came, this time flying more carefully now that you're aware of your increased size. You hadn't realized just how far your retreat had carried you in your panic, and it's nearly ten minutes before you've returned to the fallen tree. Where you had hoped (though not with much confidence) you might still find the priestess and an **** knight, there was only a charred tree and the marks of a body being dragged away from it.

Swearing quietly under your breath, you settle down on a branch to consider what to do. Absentmindedly you start tossing your knife into the tree across the way, letting it reappear in your hand only to throw it again.

'Can I catch up to them? But the knight's probably healed herself up by now. I could wait for another adventurer to come by...but it will probably be a party stronger than that one, and I'm still only level 9, name or not. Maybe further into the forest I'll find a party already injured--'

"Do you mind?" a high-pitched voice called from across the way.

You look up in surprise. A dryad is leaning out of the tree you've been stabbing, her green lips turned down into a fierce scowl. She's not wearing any clothing--of course not, since they usually stay inside the trees--but you can't call the board that is her chest arousing. Still, the thought crosses your mind that this is a means to save your name.

"I suppose I could," you reply, your voice sounding a little odd to your ears. "Depending on what you'd offer me, of course. I'm looking for a bit of fun, if you get my meaning." You spread your legs and point at your loincloth, just in case she didn't get it.

She looks at you in silence for longer than you expected. Could she actually be considering your offer? Dryads are notorious dykes; there's no way she would--

"Tempting, hun, but I'd rather not face the stigma of bedding a demon--even one as cute as you. Could I just give you a show and let you give yourself a hand?"

"Huh?" You stare open-mouthed. Firstly, that was way more libertine an offer than you ever thought you'd hear from a dryad; but secondly, the way she was looking you up and down...

In a moment of panic you glance down at yourself. Your chest contains no globes like that priestess was sporting, but now that you look it does seem a bit softer than it used to. Your hips, too, don't seem quite as square as you remember. But hadn't those just been small changes because of your growth spurt? There's no way that you're...