A cute top and jeans

On the inside as you look it all over a little girly part of you is smiling and giggling with the thought of dancing in those sexy stripper heels and twirling around in a cute dress. “Pfft, she wants me to dress up like a girl. So stupid.” You say as you pick through the clothes. “Not wearing that.” You say holding up a tiny g-string. “I guess these are sorta normal.” You step into the pink boy short panties she set on top for you. You tuck the bikini top in the bag, “Nope, not wearing a bra.” Next you pick out a simple white tank top and slip it on. It turns out to be a bit more form fitting than you would have picked, but once it is on and your perky nipples are poking out, you begin to second guess the bra, then looking at your sexy skinny new self you decide it looks fine. The little white socks, ripped jeans, and running shoes complete the look. You then put on the belt, holster the gun and sword, and finally shoulder the backpack.

As you go to leave you drink the last of the water and look at the stream trying to decide if it is safe to drink the water. Suddenly odd words fill your head and you say them. The waterskin quickly fills by magic. “Holy shit I just cast a spell!” You blurt out a bit louder than intended. This gets your mind racing, “I wonder if I can cast more spells.” You think aloud. Then again you should really get moving or you might still be out here alone in the dark. You look at the river. “She did say to go downstream right?”