A Classic Spellsword

I spent some considerable time thinking it over, gazing around the room distantly as I did. There were so many things I wanted to try, in many ways I was about to create a character, which was something I genuinely enjoyed doing, but always tended to spend far too much time doing.

I thought briefly about being a halfling, as a nod to the informal title granted to me by my friends; and even thought about being female since I had a tendency to actually do that in Dungeons and Dragons games. But after much consideration I decided to settle on flexibility. I had no idea what I was getting into or what it would require, so it would be a smart move to make myself something that could handle just about anything that came my way.

“I think we should start with basic physiology and phenotype.” Amelie said, breaking me out of my thoughts after a somewhat awkward silence and seeming to sense that I had come to a decision.

“So, you mean like, my body?”

“Correct.” I could see her smile from behind me in the mirror’s reflection. “Let’s start with physical sex.”

I knew what my answer was, but a question formed in my mind. Given that I could alter my appearance at will from this place, I could pretty easily just change sexes at any point. “A quick question, how egalitarian is Seradyne when it comes to gender?” If it were modeled after medieval Europe socially, becoming female at any point might be a bad idea.

“Your predecessor took great strides to ensure that most of the kingdoms of Seradyne lean toward egalitarianism. Obviously, there has been some fluctuation in the world’s history, but all in all, the people of the world do not generally distinguish between the genders in any way besides sexual preference. The only real exception is a kingdom that is actually female-dominant and matriarchal, but it was intended to be that way.

“Even the Dark Queen’s empire is as egalitarian as a dictatorship can possibly be. In other words, being a woman in any part of the world will generally not be any more of a hindrance than being a man.” Well that was a relief. I was glad that my grandfather was a man of equality, especially given the generation he grew up in.

“All right, I was just curious, for future reference. I think I will stick with being male, but I’m going to need some uh… upgrades appearance-wise.” I was far from the best physical specimen. “Lets start by making me a bit taller.”

I blinked in that moment, and suddenly felt much different. First off, I was naked, where I hadn’t been previously. Secondly, peering into the mirror I realized I had grown quite a bit. I must have been about six feet tall now. That was a good height, I felt. Still, I was lanky and skinny with no real muscle to speak of. A good metabolism was the only thing keeping me from being fat.

“Okay, I’m gonna need some muscle. I don’t want to be bulky, but at least make me have a more athletic build.” I requested.

Amelie nodded and once again my body had changed. I had much more muscle definition than before, and my body felt much more solid on physical inspection, but I wasn’t bulky or massive. With the right clothes, one might not even be able to tell I had such defined muscles. I also felt much lighter, strangely, and figured that must have been because the increased muscle mass meant I was actually stronger. That was good to know.

“How is that?” Amelie asked.

I smiled and nodded to her with satisfaction. I was beginning to enjoy this experimentation more and more, but there was just one more thing I wanted. I didn’t feel too embarrassed or ashamed about my next request, as any guy in my position would have done the same.

“Just one more thing, I think. Can you, uh, make my penis larger?” After blinking, my familiar flaccid length was much lengthier and even a bit thicker, and that was just when it was soft. It was definitely going to be a monster when I got hard.

“Anything else you’d like to alter about your appearance?” Amelie asked.

There were definitely a few things. If I was going to do this, I may as well go all in. For the next long while, Amelie worked with me to sculpt my body into an image I had in my head. When we were done, I looked fairly different. I decided that I would be a half-elf with long black hair tied into a ponytail and pointed ears. I had sparkling blue eyes and an angled but chiseled, handsome face. Not much had changed about my physical appearance, save that my body was void of any hair, as Amelie explained to me that elves had no body hair to speak of, and half-elves tended to share this trait. I wasn’t too fond of body hair anyway, so it wasn’t a problem.

“Damn I’m handsome now.” I also made my voice slightly deeper, to give myself a confident, brave adventurer feeling to my voice.

“You do seem to have good taste, Master.” Amelie agreed.

Now came the interesting part, I had an idea in my mind to be a spellsword. A master swordsman who blended both martial skill and magic arts into a deadly combo. There really was just one major problem with that notion. I didn’t actually know how to use magic.

I explained my plan to Amelie and she seemed to understand my issue almost immediately. “You needn’t worry, master. When it comes time to begin your journey, I’ll give you some gear that the previous owner had created before the Quill was lost. There are many things that would help you emulate being a spellcaster. Not only that, elves have magic in their blood, making spellcraft come as naturally to them as breathing, so as a half-elf you have the same capabilities. You would just be required to spend the time to learn actual magic when you get the chance. I can help with that.”

“That’s good to know. So, what’s next?”

“Clothes, I should imagine. I doubt you wish to traverse Seradyne in the nude.”

“I suppose that’s true.” I laughed. “But, um…” I trailed off, looking at Amelie’s body and her sexy curves, “maybe I should give this new body something of a test run before we start clothing it.” I had to admit, the rush of excitement from designing a real-life D&D character had somewhat worn off, but a new kind of excitement had started brewing inside me. I felt my cock start to stiffen. It really was a monster.