You're a busty amazon warrior.

The first difference that drags your thoughts back from the paralysed feeling of shock is the heavy weight on your back. Before you even check, you know that the rather pathetic plastic sword is now a three foot length of heavy steel. As you reach over your shoulder to grab the sword's hilt you become aware of a second major change. The skimpy chamois leather halter top is no longer half empty. As your body moves you feel the slighty rough thin leather constrict your chest. You stare down and see vast orbs threatening to spill out of the halter and straining the fabric to its limits. You forget the sword and both hands cup your chest to make certain that the mounds of titflesh are real. They certainly feel real as your fingers dig into the firm, but pliant flesh. Each breast seems as big as your head and to make matters worse your nipples have swollen too and are clearly visable tenting out the halter top.

"What the fu...." You start to swear, when a horrible thought strikes you.

Your hand goes straight to your bottom and under the little patch of cloth. Nothing! The panties you kept on to preserve your modesty have vanished and you feel naked flesh under your fingers. Like your chest your butt has swelled and firmed up. Your ass feels so toned you could probably crack walnuts between your cheeks. You desperately check the front too and flip aside the breechcloth. A fluffy mound of pale blonde hair now adorns your previously carefully shaven pussy. You grab a handful of hair on your head and confirm that you are now baby blonde with hair reaching past your shoulders instead of the bobbed dark hair that you walked into the shop with. There's obviously no mirror in the hut, but from what you can see staring down at yourself you've buffed up considerably and grown about six inches to a towering nordic type.

"This can't be happening." You assert to yourself. "I'm dreaming."

You stumble out the open door of the hut and find yourself in a primitive village. About two dozen thatched huts are dotted around inside a roughly built stockade. Dawn is just breaking and you seem to be the only one up for now. You try to calm your panic. Should you run before anyone else comes out of the other huts or stay put?