In the dead of night I reach the cavern entrance. Setting aside my lantern, I strip off the cloak covering me. Leaves shift as the wind blows by, a wet chill from the air overcomes me as moisture beads onto my bare skin. My form is slim, yet toned and muscular, obscured only by bulky elven gauntlets and boots, and strands of my own long dark hair reaching down to my waist. I feel every one of them brushing lightly against my back, or swirling against my shoulders.
I savor every sensation, like the chill as the icy air nudges beads of moisture down my chest.
For just a moment, I decide, I get to my knees, and then to my elbows, and rub my body against the soil, shuddering under the texture.
that when i feel it
overtaking me
BUFFALO WILD WINGS
TRANSFORM
my hair changes dramatically, becoming a short cut.
A red football jersey drapes over my chest, leaving me with nothing else but glimmering stud earrings, my thighs exposed.
My lean muscular frame constricts as a feel a funny sensation.