Locked in a little room.

You wake up alone in a little room with a stout wooden door. There is a single closed window and instantly you realize something new, or missing, you can't see for shit. It is dark, with only a tiny bit of moonlight getting in past the shutters. “Huh, no dark vision.” Saying the words does conjure a spell in your mind, “Light.” You say willing the bedpost to glow, and sure enough, it does, with the light of one of those energy saver bulbs. Looking yourself over you see you are still wearing the little pink bikini, but nothing else. The shotgun she created is sitting on a simple wooden chair, as is the little sack of gold you saw her drop. The gun isn't loaded and you see no ammo, but picking around the room you find a metal drinking cup that you use to cast your other new spell and it proves to be enough metal for 5 shells. Looking them over and inspecting the gun you decide that other than the actual bullet, the rest of it is a temporary magical construct. So no need to unload the gun after firing, which you guess as it is empty and your magical sight can sort of see the residue in the chamber as well as in reading the ammo itself. “Unless of course I am totally full of shit.” You say out loud as the silence in the room just demands to be broken.

Turning your attention to the door, you find it is locked. Staring into the lock you call to mind the spell to animate and unlock the door, and you are sure it will work. But you stop. “If I run I look guilty.” Next you plop on the bed and try to change. “Male.” You even say out loud. “Nope, guess this is the new me. For now.” You add with a smile. It would seem you are just like she liked 5’3” with cute little boobies, a sexy tight ass, long runners legs, and a most amazing flat little belly, you can even tickle your ribs as you lay on your back. Lying there you concentrate on your magic to see if anything else is new or different. Calling the little practice spells to mind you recall all of them: Light or extinguish a small flame, create a full mug with a pint of water or beer, use your finger like a pen, audio and visual illusions in a small area, and the new one, cause something to light that lasts an hour or longer with concentration. You also find your two initial spells, the **** orgasm and animating small inanimate objects. Your ordeal seems to have given you three new ones as well, the creation of ammunition for any weapon, arrows, bolts, and darts included. Plus a second low magic cost spell; Alarm, that wards an area of your designation that alerts you if it is entered by anyone other than those you specify on casting, it seems able to even see things cloaked by magic and when it goes off it attempts to dispel such effects if your magic can overcome theirs. Finally a third that you can tell uses quite a bit of your magic; Distracting ****, any enemy effected in the area, roughly a 20’ radius sphere, are attacked and harassed by illusionary attackers on all sides, making it nearly impossible to distinguish the illusionary fighters from real ones. “Sounds wicked.” You laugh.

Flopping back and pulling up the covers, you decide you might as well rest till the door opens. Casting your new alarm spell before allowing yourself to go back to sleep. Sure enough, some time later your alarm quietly wakes you as the door opens.