Take it down here

You gulp. For a brief moment you had let yourself forget about this part.

Jacub : "what do I need to do?"

You say in a voice that had no air behind it.

Tritera ushers you over to a pile of cushions

Tritera : "you're going to want to be seated for this. It's... Going to feel weird."

You lay on the soft cushions. they were more comfortable than any bed you'd ever entrusted your ass to before. This did very little to comfort you.

Tritera : "usually a transmog lifts nearly instantly. But this one has been on you for so long. Its merged with bits of you so this is going to be slow going."

With you in position Tritera, almost solemnly, picks up her staff and taps you on the very top of your head.

You felt a tingle spread ever so slowly from that point in all directions. Hair shot straight out wherever the tingle touched. As the line of transformation approached your brow you really started to panic. This wasn't just skin level, you could feel your skull... Reshaping... With a sharp discontinuity at the point of change.

The transformation approached your eyes, the seat through which you saw the world. Your vision went dark, totally dark. You realize now that even with your eyes closed, even in a dark place you had never truly known darkness until this moment. Totally, perfectly blank. Not even nothing. In the absence of sight you realize that you are screaming. You don't stop.

As suddenly as your vision left you, it returns to harsh light. You see out of eyes you've never used before. You shut them immediately, unable to handle this new stimulus.

The charm touches your lips and you can feel them thicken even as your mouth shrinks. The sound of your screaming shifts as the cavity of your mouth is morphed, still with the depth that comes from a man's vocal cords and lung capacity but it now sounds like a different man screaming.

The change moved down your neck. Your Adam's apple smoothed out and your screaming changed dramatically in pitch. Your head felt light and you could feel your longer hair on your face. You brave another attempt at opening your eyes and see strands blocking out some of your vision. You brush it out of the way with your still masculine hand.

Up until this point the changes had felt like nearly nothing, as if someone was wiping a wet rag on your head. As the changes hit your shoulders it certainly felt like something. As if the strongest man you knew was hugging your arms to your chest. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing you into impossible dimensions. You hear the terrifying sounds of bones cracking and crunching. You are being diminished. Made smaller.

Your screaming finally gives way to a sputtering **** cough and then not even a cough. A cough would require your lungs. You cannot take in air. Why did you waste so much precious oxygen screaming?

Your vision narrows, red creeping in from all corners. Your heart beat is loud in your head. Time moves at a crawl and then even the beating ceases. The red wave conquers your whole vision and your consciousness fades.