You seem to be in a cell

Wherever you are when you wake up your first thought is that you must be blind as it is so dark there is no difference with your eyes open or shut. “Well that sucks, I liked seeing in the dark.” Somehow saying the words does conjure a spell in your mind, “Light.” You say willing the back of your hand to glow, and sure enough, it does, with the light of one of those energy saver bulbs. Looking yourself over you see someone has dressed you in a rather light but basically opaque white silk dress with long flowing sleeves that covers you from the neck down, but nothing else. Looking around you see you are on a simple cot, next to a small wooden chair, in some kind of small stone room with a door made of bars, like a prison cell. The rifle you envisioned she must have created, as it is sitting on the chair next to the bed with a shoulder sling as well as the bandolier that holds 4 spare magazine, all empty, as is the gun. “Huh, no bullets.” But again saying the words calls to mind a pair of new spells, one that can create shell casings and propellant for ammo needing only metal to use for the bullet, that last till fired. The second seems to be a powerful spell that drastically increases both the attack and movement speed of you and your allies for roughly a couple of minutes, “Cool just like she did.” Looking over the gun and extra magazines you also find a pouch on the bandolier with 30 small gold coins and a pair of nice pearls.

Turning your attention to the door, you find it is locked. Staring into the lock you call to mind the spell to animate and unlock the door, and you are sure it will work. Then again you are pretty sure you could use a chunk of the door to power your ammo spell which would easily set you free. Staring at the door you say, “If I run I look guilty.” Next you plop on the bed and try to change. “Female.” You even say out loud. “Nope, guess this is permanent.” You say with a grin. It would seem you are a human version of how you looked last, 5’3” with cute little boobies, girly little cock, a sexy tight ass, long runners legs, and a most amazing flat little belly, you can even tickle your ribs as you lay on your back. Lying there you concentrate on your magic to see if anything else is new or different. Calling the little practice spells to mind you recall all of them: Light or extinguish a small flame, create a full mug with a pint of water or beer, use your finger like a pen, audio and visual illusions in a small area, and the new one, cause something to light that lasts an hour or longer with concentration. You also find your two initial spells, the **** orgasm and animating small inanimate objects. Your ordeal seems to have given you one more new spell, the ability to fade out of sight turning yourself and all you carry invisible for up to an hour, unless you do something to someone else, like attack, which ends the spell early. “Cool.” You say considering all sorts of uses for such a cool spell. Your ability to concentrate and see magical items and effects also remains, as does the ability to charge normal weapons with magic to improve their effectiveness.

Flopping back and pulling up the covers, you decide you might as well rest till someone makes their intentions clear and go from there. That works for a few hours till curiosity wins out and you start playing with your new gun. Which proves to be a good thing as you find a cleaning kit in a compartment in the stock. Two hours later you hear a door open, footsteps, and finally see an approaching light.