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Blinking, your vision clears and you stare down at yourself. Your nipples seem larger perhaps, and your body seems flat and athletic, perfectly toned and smooth. “Wow, I’m not fat at all anymore.” Then you get your strong slender legs under you and stand, stretching. You easily stand on the tips of your toes. Your fingers touch the ceiling of the magical structure, “I think I’m shorter. Five and a half feet at most maybe.” You rub your chin, so smooth. Expertly you do a little spin. “Oh shit.” Your hand cautiously reaches toward your crotch, something seems to be missing. “I’m a girl.” You say quietly. “How can my true self be a girl? Am I hot?” Suddenly odd magical words fill your mind, a spell of creation. You think of a full length mirror. A three pane mirror straight out of a department store dressing room appears. “Wow.”

Your face is perfect, a mop of short fire red hair seems to dance on your head. Your body is a bit curvy with a perfect pert ass and long sexy legs yet actually rather boyish. Your ears are long and pointed but you aren’t convinced you are an elf, not a normal one anyway. Your eyes are deep and green yet staring into them reveals a fire burning inside. With a flick of your wrist you conjure a tennis ball sized ball of fire. Then with a more deliberate one a flaming scimitar of gold appears. As it does the mirror vanishes.

“This is crazy.” You look at the pile of things the elven woman that brought you here gave you. “I better go find her.”

Quickly you get dressed and strap on the belt with the holstered revolver, long dagger, and pack. With a wave the shelter vanishes and you hop down landing deftly like a cat. You grab the staff but as you do you can’t seem to recall the spells used to animate it. “Odd.” You decide you can still use a good walking stick and take a drink of water. A glance at yourself as you put it back in the pack tells you without really thinking about it you put on a thong bikini, a short red dress, and the knee high boots. “I don’t wear dresses. Do I? I need to find the elf.” With that you set off. Not two steps later you think of another spell. A wave, a gesture, and a couple of odd words, creates a wispy horse made of smoke and ash, complete with saddle and harness. “Wow.”

Moments later toy are riding on, reasonably sure you are going the right direction, although the spell you used yesterday to track her seems gone from your mind as well.