Discovering your new body

You materialise on a dirt road running through a forest. The moss covered trees are more ancient than you thought possible and surrounded by new flowers. You look around in amazement at the natural beauty and breath in the dozens of perfumes on the air. You look up to see sunlight shining in golden beams through the foliage. You look down to see the perkiest pair of breasts you have ever come across. They are yours.

You run a hand through your hair. It is pale grey with thin pink highlights, running straight down past your shoulders without the slightest curve. As you feel this new, inhuman hair you bump into an ear. It sticks four inches out from the side of your head. You can comfortably bend it back against the side of your head but gently running a finger along the edge, particularly near the tip, gives a strangely familiar erotic sensation.

Examining what you have been given you find a purse hanging off of your right hip containing a small collection of copper, silver and gold coins, on your right is a canteen filled with water. Alongside a German looking dress (you later learned is called a dirndl) and knee-high boots you are wearing a ruck-sack containing some spare clothes and an assortment of small tools. In your left hand is a crude wooden staff that bends forward at the top so little charms can hang off of it.

Not satisfied with caressing your ear earlier you check that you are alone and raise your hands to your breasts. You enjoy holding them and squeezing for a few seconds before pinching your hardened nipples. Immediately your knees collide as you almost collapse from a mini-orgasm centred around your clit as much as the nipples themselves.

Not knowing where it will lead you begin to walk the road feeling ashamed of yourself.