“Optimise to Min Max me. Initiate.”

- Optimising. Dexterity primary stat with constitution and charisma points allocated accordingly. Age set to 18 years.- HUD thing informs you.

Nice from 34 years back to your prime again. But then again this dog thing was about to undo all of that… yeah. You don’t get any older than dead. And … You’re in trouble. This is taking too long. It’s almost here.

- Skills. — Zzzz —

“What. Initialise now!” You cry as the dog thing swings at you.

You dive to the side as reality seems to glitch. In a weird kind of way. Duh.

One second you’re a dude in a business suit.

The next you are a slim assassin babe, rolling adroitly like an Olympic athlete as you come to your feet after three somersaults. Your new breasts are held tight in their supple black leather armour, your is shield on your back and the sword is at your hip.

The dog thing frowns, not expecting you to have dodged him. His grin widening as he looks at your chest. “Hello… pretty,” he says as you fluidly draw your sword and thrust. It slides into dog things chest and the creature vanishes leaving a gem behind.

“Yeah, nah!” You say as you look down at your new, 18 year old, leather clad female body… “oh crap!”