Gulp.

You take the offered potion and tentatively slurp it down, it tastes like a banana vodka shooter. “Huh, that was...” You pass out like a light.

“Yes sir, one doom blade battle axe of infernal flame, master quality adamantium as requested. That will be 780,000 gold. Thank you. Would you like a complementary bottle of one of our wines?” Your hearing returns before your sight.

A voice filled with gravel answers, “Do you have peach?”

“Certainly. There you are. Good luck on your hunting trip, Marvin, see you next time.” The clomping of hooves and door closing come next.

Your perky little ass and long sexy legs begin to tingle for a moment then signal that you are seated on a bench like seat made of wooden slats, legs up and bent, sort of balanced on your right ass cheek, leaning against a painted wall. Your nose detects the scent of paint. And your arms let you know they are crossed on your lap. You next feel the familiar sensation from your feet that you would guess are the shoes and socks you picked out. More tingling and you can tell you are also wearing the tiny bikini, the thong back snugly up the crack of your ass, it is actually rather pleasant, you decide. You stir, sit up, and rub a line of saliva off your oh so soft chin. Blinking you then rub your eyes, they seem to be caked with gunk.

“Aah I see you are awake. How do you feel?” The voice of the shop clerk asks.

“I don’t know, hungry I guess.” You say and using the wall to brace yourself, you stand up finally blinking out the last of the gunk. Nothing seems to have changed at first glance, then your tummy grumbles audibly. “Whoa, really hungry.” You say as a wave of intense thrust and hunger hit you. Looking at the counter you see he has produced a platter of fruit and vegetables, two long loaves of French bread, a steaming bowl of thick looking soup or stew, and two bottles of beer.

He smiles, “5 gold.” You nod and eat till your sexy tummy has a cute little bump. “Ready to spend the rest of your credit?” He asks.

“How about a mirror?”

“One gold,” you nod and he hands you an oval 8”x6” mirror with a small handle and you look yourself all over. Gone is most of the odd other worldly inhuman nature. You find several tiny blemishes, your skin is deeply tanned, your right breast seems ever so slightly larger than the left, only the tiniest bit but you can see it, still C cups you think, and your sexy long legs, slender waist, and long neck have you guesstimating 5’7” or so, as you were before you think. One change, you have very short stubble on top of your head. You see the gem on your wrist has gone dark as well. He sees you looking at it and adds, “Oh those things only work on slaves. It’s just a gem now. Hmm, I suppose I’d give you 50 gold for it. Credit of course. Now did you come up with any item ideas? Or are you planning on using it all on food?” He asks at last with a smile.