Alm was resting in his quarters, he needed as much energy as possible since the assault on Desaix's Fortress was this evening and he was leading it. Clive deciding to put him in charge was a choice he himself was unsure of. "Wouldn't he himself be a much better choice especially considering to him its not only the leader of deliverances life on stake considering she's he's fiance?" Alm asked himself sighing. What's done is done and he can only do the best he can do. "Just rescue mathilda without any casualties, it's not that big of a task" they aren't assaulting a major fort on anything.
While he was getting lost in his own thoughts a sudden wave of tiredness hit him and he started to lose concuisnesss. The first second he gained concuisnesss he was losing balance and instinctively catched himself on a brick wall that wasn't his quarters wall, never mind that why was he standing?? Before he could process his thoughts enough concuisnesss came back for him to realize his new form.
A flurry of new sensations came to him, he was seemingly taller and had longer legs and there was something brushing next to him plus he was back in armor. He felt so much lighter in some places and strangely heavy in some places namely the top? Deciding to look down immediately stumbling from shock now realising he was in heels. What he saw wasn't what he was expecting at all. He saw cleavage, a generous amount encased in silver armor but still with enough space to be on full display. With it as the final piece he started to piece his predicament together, what was brushing next to him was long blond hair. The cleavage itself explained the well "top heaviness" he gulped. As calm as he can be in this situation he looked down again now seeing his now female mature body clad in blue tunic that has some armor attached. "What the hell happened to me" he said loudly only now realising his new female mature voice. Cutting his reaction he heard a male voice yell back "quiet down there woman!" And then a another go "didn't expect a rebel leader to go crazy"
The second voice ringed in his head a bit before he pieced it tother. He was Mathilda! And this was the fortress she was being held in! Processing that info dump he tried to look around his cell stumbling in her decently high heels yet again he made his way to a bench he was barely managing not to fall before sitting.
If he didn't have 100 other things to worry about he would be questioning how do women even wear there and even fight in them but he brushed those thoughts aside alongside the feeling of his tights when sitting to think about more pressing matters. How? He now knew who and were he was but how? Was it a magic spell? But from who? And was mathilda in his body?
While the young leader was having a understandable freak out back in the camp mathilda was much calmer. The talisman she had was supposed to teleoport her and a another person out whom being Desaix as a way to stun their forces but somehow she was in a camp she immediately recognised as the deliverance camp as a young man she did not recognize. "Never thought I'd be a man" she said looking at her well built new frame. Ignoring all implications of it she moved forward. The best she can do now is find Clive and inform him them go rescue the young man in her body and find a way to reverse it. She confidently stepped out of the quarters as she had a thought "wonder what happened to Desaix? Probably doesn't matter now."
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