You see a dirt road.

Looking round you spot what appears to be a dirt road in the distance. The track disappears behind a small wood and faint traces of smoke seem to be rising behind the wood. You set off in that direction hoping that there's a town or village there, preferably one with a shoe shop. The unicorn trots behind you and ignores your attempts to shoo it away. Once you start walking you notice the weight of a couple of pouches hanging from your belt. You pass the time rummaging through these as you walk. You find you have a small purse with some loose change, a knife in a sheath and a packet with some small tools resembling those you've seen when you visited the dentist. You decide that they must be lockpicks as it's rather unlikely that you'd be an itinerate orthadontist in a fantasy world.

By the time you reach the track and round the corner of the wood your feet are filthy and you're looking forward to civilisation and the chance to bathe. Along the track in the lea of the wood is a small quaint town with thatched buildings. On the approach to town is a small guard tower beside the road a couple of figures can be seen lounging outside the tower. The unicorn stops following you as you approach the town and with a snort turns and gallops into the wood. Closer to the tower the two figures appear to be guards and as you walk closer they straighten themselves up and step into the road ahead of you. One is a big fat man with a red face and mutton chop whiskers, whilst the other is small and skinny. Both wear ill fitting chainmail and metal helmets, each carries a spear.

"Halt traveller and be recognised." The big guard booms, unnecassarily loudly seeing as you'd stopped three feet in front of him anyway. "Who seeks to enter the fair town of Meadowdale."

You hadn't given any thought to a name for your new persona and you think for a few moments before answering.

"I am Morgana Firehair, a changeling hero in search of adventure." You announce grandly.

You strike an heroic pose with your fists on your curvaceous hips and thrust your chest out. There's a loud ping as your impressively big breasts swell and the top button of your shirt gives up it's battle to contain them and flies off. The two guards eyes almost pop out on stalks as another couple of inches of cleavage come into view.

"Didja get mugged on't road by bandits or summat?" The little guard asks, leering at you blatently.

"No." You reply. "What makes you ask that?"

"I reckoned they musta swiped your britches." The little one chortles. "Dincha mam tellya good girls don't run round bareassed."

"Look are you two assholes going to let me into the town or not." You shout at them.

"Ooooooh get her." The two guards say in unison.

"No need to throw your dolly out it's crib missy." The fat guard admonishes, wagging a big dirty finger. "We're only doing our job."

"You're free to enter right enough." The little one adds. "Ain't like you could be hiding much contraband in that outfit."

The two guards step aside and you angrily march past them, trying to ignore the sniggers and half whispered lewd comments as they stare at your swaying ass. Entering the small town you see hanging signs in front of some of the buildings. There's an inn, shops and all the buildings you'd expect in a fantasy setting.