What’s changed.

You blink… are you shorter. You look around and. “Ooo pretty,” you say as you reach down and pick up the magic gem. No pockets. “Um inventory?” The gem vanishes.

Crap. Not only do you have to deal with a game system cluged into your life, you gotta deal with a … rocking little female body. “Oh yeah,”

But wait… “ooo pretty? I don’t say that, do I?” You ask rhetorically. You frown and bring up your stats. Intelligence of 6. “What was my intelligence before character creation?”

-14-

“Fourteen?!? To six!! That’s like half! Isn’t is? Let me think. Eight plus eight… um…” you worry - you knew advanced math… this . “I’m dumber!!”