You feel self-conscious, as you look between your new bust, and Morrigan's. It's weird being bustier than her. You don't object to her being a lesbian, but now you feel a little more ....
You dismiss the thoughts, as they jumble confusingly.
The idea of being stuck in a female body, is a little unsettling, and you wonder about the other limits to the midnight black orb. Can you become any woman... any ethnicity?
You cast a sly glance at Morrigan, wondering if she's the dominant one, or the girlier one.
You try to let her set the pace when it comes to sharing, but frankly you aren't even sure if she's in a relationship just now.
The unfamiliar weight of your bust draws your eyes, and you wonder if the other assume you are a couple. Your cheeks flush crimson, as images flood your mind. You gasp aloud, and hope that Morrigan can't read your mind. Even in your imagination, you were the girlier of the pairing. The submissive half...
The orb pulses with a dark light, and you feel the world shift.
You squeal, in surprise, quickly covering your mouth. But Morrigan heard it, and you feel her firm hands on your shoulders, as she massages the tense muscles there. However, looking in the mirror, you have other priorities than simple tense muscles.
The orb has apparently acted on your thoughts and worries, changing your ethnicity you have a distinctly Asian appearance.
Also your clothes have changed... such as you are left with...
Clearly it has a sense of humour, mixing together your curiosity, your fears, and ideas.
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