Seeking Asylum (Gender Route)

"Is this real, Does the upcoming dream put us in danger?" I ask her.

"Are you sure you want answers? Sometimes knowing makes these types of challenges harder." She responds looking torn.

"If it’s real and we are both in danger I can't take any risks, I need to keep us safe. Is there a way to avoid the upcoming challenge?" I plead with her.

"Your pursuers have certain boundaries they won't cross; you might be able to gain asylum through the huntress if we can hide you long enough to request it" she replies.

"Once granted your pursuers should back off of both of us, though beseeching the huntress is not without risk." She continues.

She starts to grind herbs into a paste, "I can make a medicine that will allow you to beseech the huntress and disguise you from your pursuers. But she has strict requirements for those who serve her".

"I'm a hard worker, you know that Nadya. And you'll vouch for me, right?" I respond.

She bites her lip looking concerned, "I'm not sure you understand..."

I cut her off, "I don't care what the price is, keeping you safe is more important than any of that"

Seeing the determination in my eyes, she backs down though looks more concerned than ever. "Your right, safety is most important".

She offers me the paste; it is sweat on my tongue in contrast to the bitterness of the medicine that treated my leg.

"Don't panic when the dream begins. I'll come as fast as I can, wait for me and don't do anything foolish." She says hugging me tightly.

"You worry too much beautiful" I say with a sleepy grin, "It's me what's the worst that can happen."

I wake in the bamboo hut on my bedroll. It's the middle of the night and Nadya is nowhere to be seen. I start to get up and put on my clothes and blearily notice they don't fit quite right. My shorts are to tight. I'm swimming in my battered shirt. The height of everything in the hut seems off when I stand, as though everything were shifted several inches. There is a sense of wrongness growing in the back of my head. I go outside to get water and splash my head. That's when I see her in the water and let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched scream.

I fall back on my noticeably more cushioned hips in shock. That was a woman’s face... on me. The fear of the moment has my hands roam confirming with mounting dread what I had just seen. My blonde hair had lengthened, facial hair had disappeared, my chest was now... prominent and my cock noticeably absent. I start to breath rapidly as the feeling of dread present in the last dream slowly starts to bleed into this one.