Quickly take a few things.

Quick as you can, you search the creatures lying around for your things, or anything else of value. You are able to find your pack and bedroll fairly quickly and inside you find your food, water, rope, and your little makeup kit. There is no sign of your bow or daggers, so you pick through their weapons to find something you think you can use. Everything is just so heavy, it all sucks, then again you don't really seem all that strong either. Finally you decide on a single bladed sword, or more like a machete really as the end of the blade seems heavier so you can use it more like an ax. All of their belts are way to long, but you do find one that you can use you just have to wrap it around your waist twice. To this you hook on the sheath for the blade as well as a couple of leather pouches. You also gather up a bunch of coins, a total of 24 gold, 87 silver and 22 copper. In addition to these, you also find a gold cup, a thin gold bracelet, and two big gold rings, and tuck them in the pouches. The only pieces of your clothing you are able to find is the tiny pink bikini bottom and the little tiny skirt. You don't find anything else, and don't want to try to track down the rest of them, but rather than just walk around breasts hanging free you decide that a sash like belt one of them was wearing will work as an albeit tiny, but serviceable, top. Feeling a bit modest all of a sudden, or possibly just cold, you pick up one of their cloaks and tie it on as well.

Looking around for your sandals or anything else you can use for shoes, but when you hear something rustling in the weeds you panic and just run down stream as fast as you can, diving into the stream when you catch sight of one of the surviving bugbears. For a while it takes all you can to swim, your body just seems so oddly balanced and the cloak threatens to drag you down. After loosing the cloak, and just working at it, you soon realize you are in pretty good shape, just not exactly strong, and begin quite easily swimming rather quickly down stream.

Rather surprised at your ability to swim you just sort of get into a groove and zone out mentally for quite some time. The night gets deeper and deeper and you feel a sort of yearning from your new mistress and decide to go to shore. Finding the highest point, you take a good look around, ready to run at a moments notice, but you don't see anything interesting or dangerous looking. You have to hang out your bedroll to dry, and go ahead and hang up everything else at the same time and find a good clear rock to pray. Naked under the night sky you just sort of look up at the moon and think some happy thoughts toward your benefactor, not exactly sure what is expected and it ends up feeling rather silly. Once you are finished you take the mostly dry bedroll down and nod off to sleep.

You have the most arousing and odd dream. You find yourself on an endless bed of black silk and comfy pillows. There are three youthful women there that you feel and sort of see, at least there are always parts of them flooding your field of vision, but on waking you couldn't say what any of them looked like. In the dream every inch of your body is subject to their caress and kisses, but all the while they whisper secrets to you of abilities and spells you could become able to cast, asking you, as an initiate to the lady Nocturna. The first choice you make sounds so sexy you can't resist, and that is to attune yourself to her ability to influence lust. This gives you a single ability for now, and more when you become more skilled at wielding her powers, the ability to touch someone, and if they don't resist it the wave of intense pleasure makes it impossible for them to even think clearly and while it only lasts a few seconds, they can do nothing other than try to defend themselves while under the effect. Next you are told of many various spells that she can give you the ability to cast. The first spell causes anyone that doesn't resist to see you as a trusted long time friend if they don't resist, each day they can shake off the effect if they don't resist it as the magic fades over time. The second charges your hand with necrotic energy and causes a wicked wound similar to the strike of a weapon to open on the target. They then ask you to choose two additional spells, and while many of them seem interesting, two stand out as obvious choices, the first mends wounds and stops bleeding on a person touched or yourself, the second, if it isn't resisted, causes the target to see one of his allies as a hated enemy and attack them. It only lasts a few seconds but it seems very nasty. When you wake up you seem to be aware that you have enough magical energy within you for a total of five spell castings. You also become aware that as long as you have any remaining magical energy within you that you can do a few minor tricks as well, that hardly seem minor, that don't drain magic when you use them they are gifts of your mistress that you can call on as long as you have energy in reserve. They are the ability to concentrate and detect magic, to create a gallon of clean water, the ability to make minor repairs in broken or ripped items, as well as cleaning them, the ability to see in the dark, and finally the ability to create a tiny flame much like that of a match to ignite something.

When you wake up you feel refreshed and invigorated by the knowledge that the dream was surely more than a dream as all of the abilities you learned about in your dream, you now clearly know how to do. Plus of course the ability she already granted, your seven bursts of energy that seems to hurt every living creature around you while healing yourself, which as it took nearly every use to take out the bugbears it might not be the most powerful ability in the world. That said you don't seem to have so much as a scratch or bruise anywhere on your body, as you search yourself all over and find your skin to be flawless. “That is just so awesome.” You say to the world around you. You then pack up all of your things, what little they are, and continue following the stream, trying your best to stay on large rocks as you are barefoot and sharp pebbles are quickly becoming your worst enemy, twice you even cut yourself bad enough that you decide to use your burst of energy just to heal the cut, which it does quite nicely. “Heh, cool.” You can't help but smile every time you watch a cut mend itself.

Eventually you see what looks like a small city on the horizon. “That must be the place.” Then again suddenly you can't help but think you might be better off not looking for the ogre or the mage that brought you here. Sure this is all interesting, but they did almost get you killed. Not to mention turning you into a girl. Of course when you look down across your sexy youthful body, it is hard to even remember exactly what you looked like before.