This choice: "Ellie travels with her goo-girl companion, Jeli" • Go Back...Chapter #8"Ellie travels with her goo-girl companion,... by: Firestorm   You write:
"It is common for adventurers to work in pairs or small groups (almost never do they travel in groups larger than five). Ellie is not an exception. Her friend and companion is a female slime–person named Jeli. While Ellie fights with her sword, Jeli is an archer wielding an enchanted longbow. Firearms remained primitive in this world despite the existence of 20th–century technology, as enchanted weapons are preferred over firearms, which cannot be enchanted."
You look up in time to see a dazed look pass the goo–girl's face for just a moment. If you had blinked, you would have missed it. At the same time, she is suddenly wearing an ornate longbow and a quiver of arrows on her back. She still wears the sleeveless knee–length lavender dress she was wearing initially.
"Ellie, are you alright?" the slime girl – Jeli – asks, now in a gentler tone like a concerned friend.
"Uh, yeah," you say, the soft high voice speaking your words sounding strange to you. "I just, uh, have to use the bathroom." Jeli nods and steps back. You stand, making sure to take the pad of paper and magic pen and put them in your bag before heading towards where you know the bathroom is.
When you reach the bathrooms, you notice that the doors are taller and wider than they were before. The question of why is answered quickly as a 12–foot–tall man – a giant – exits the men's room. Out of instinct, you start to head towards the men's room before you remember and enter the women's room instead.
The women's bathroom just has stalls – no urinals – as expected. Though some are different, to accommodate the fantasy races that had been added to the world – large ones for giants and centaurs, much smaller ones for the 1–foot–tall fairies. You go to one of the human–sized ones, enter, and lock it.
You take a moment to cup your breasts and crotch. You can't feel your touch through the leather armor, but you can feel that your breasts are real and your crotch is empty. You hesitantly lower your pants – thick leather like the rest of your armor – and see your flat crotch encased in black panties. Yeah, you're definitely a girl.
You start to feel like you really do need to use the bathroom, so you remove your sword (and its sheath) from your back, lower your panties, and sit on the toilet. Peeing as a girl is strange and familiar at the same time, and you need to wipe when you're done. You pull your pants back up and replace your sword on your back.
You exit the stall and wash your hands in a sink. You look into the mirror at your youthful and pretty face, framed by your long blonde hair. Your breasts look to be about a C–cup, encased in the brown leather armor. You sigh and force yourself to look away from the mirror.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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