You feel her icy hands grab you from the shadows, and she pulls you into the fire's light.
"What do we have here?" she asks as she sniffs you a bit harder. "A boy. An older boy, but not yet a man."
She pulls you over to the fire. She's surprisingly strong for her form.
"Tell me boy, why are you in my caves?" she hisses.
"I'm an adventurer. I'm off to seek the Rose Dragon." you tell her.
"And why would a boy like you do that?" she asks.
"Because it had taken the treasure of my town, and I seek to return it."
"You are a fool. And fools end up dead." she hisses as she holds you over the fire.
"What are you doing?!" you shout.
"Cooking you." she hisses.
"Why?!"
"Because if you are so determined to die, I wish to feed off you. No point in letting your death go to waste."
"You're insane!" you shout.
"You seek to slay my master. I seek to feed. With this act I can..." she stops mid sentence.
"You have the stench upon you?" she says.
"Stench?" you say, grateful for your lousy hygiene.
"You smell too much as a man. And I do not feed on men anymore."
"So you'll let me go?" she asks.
"No." she says as her fangs bite into your neck.
All goes black.
An hour later, you open your eyes. You can not feel or move any part of your body.
"Can you smell that? The sent if fading." she says as you lay down, staring at her.
Slowly you regain movement in your neck, and look down at yourself, your body completely different. Your skin is moon white, your hair, raven black and flowing to your elbows. Oh, and you're female.
"Like it? I dropped a little piece of me into you." she says as her body holds over you. "You do not smell so man now." she says.
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