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Bronn lay awake, staring out the latticed window at the moons hanging
heavy over the city's skyline. It was still weird to consider that only
two nights before she had still been a proper dwarf, still had her
glorious full beard... She grumbled and turned over, staring into the
small inn bedroom instead. Across from her, a large and muscular female
orc was sleeping soundly, snoring a bit. Nidwin had been a pixie before
their collective accident, and was no more comfortable in her new body
than bronn was, but right now exhaustion had taken its toll and she was
sleeping soundly.
Bronn sighed and flopped over on her back, staring up at the beams
holding up the ceiling. . She had been born a dwarf... a male dwarf...
and had never had even the slightest idea she might one day find herself
a winsome dryad. Her skin had the appearance of light, supple bark, but
was still sensitive and pliant. Her hair appeared to be a full mass of
fresh green leaves. Her features were elegant, with long pointed ears
and faintly luminescent eyes. And then there were the "other" changes.
Her vision was inexorably drawn to the mounds on her chest, covered by
the bed sheet. Looking over to Nidwin to ensure she was full asleep,
Bronn gently grabbed and hefted the soft breasts, releasing a small
tinge of pleasure. She quickly pulled her hands away, cursing herself
silently. This was such a mess.
There was a slight creak outside the door.
Bronn perked up, rising from her bed. The muffled sound of a door
closing came from the corridor, and the dwarf-turned-dryad found her
curiosity peaked. Tiptoeing over, she slid the door open and peeked into
the darkened corridor of the inn. A distinctly feminine shape was moving
in the dim light cast by the moons, a figure with dark skin and pale
silver hair.
"Lianan!" Bronn hissed, slipping through the door entirely and closing
it behind her.
The figure froze and spun around quietly, revealing a buxom drow girl
with a cute face holding a bundle of clothes in her arms. "Bronn? Why
aren't you sleeping?"
"What in the Abyss have you been doing?" Bronn asked her traveling
companion. Like herself, Lianan had been a male before the disaster
which saw them all dead and reincarnated by the party druid. Lianan had
gone from a thin, sneaky-looking male elf to a quite stunning drow lass,
and was evidently not very bothered by it, if her behavior since was any
indication.
"Just went for a bit of a walk," Lianan shrugged, with a hint of
amusement to her voice.
"...went for a walk in the middle of the night stark naked?" Bronn
retorted.
"Maybe?" Lianan grinned. "And you're one to talk." Bronn clutched the
bedsheet tighter around her body.
Bronn suddenly realized that Lianan had come from the corridor leading
to stairs, but as she had distinctly heard a door opening and shutting,
the drow must have emerged from a room. And the only one rooming in that
direction (barring total strangers) was...
"Lianan!" she yelped. "Did you just... did you... with Herevor?"
The drow rolled her eyes, lowering the bundle of clothes a little as she
straightened up. "And if I did? He's a good friend you know, and we're
both young." Her large breasts drew Bronn's attention as moonlight
played across their silky black surface.
"Herevor is a man! You're a ma-" Bronn began, but Lianan waved at her
panicky.
"Keep it down! Do you want to wake the whole inn?" she hissed.
"I don't believe you, Lia. I really don't. Less than 48 hours as a woman
and you're already spreading your legs for a man? I thought you were
better than that," Bronn sighed.
"First off, he's not just any man. He's Herevor, our companion and
friend. Second, you seem to assume that this is some spur of the moment
thing. Maybe I have thought about this for a long time? Maybe this was
actually a blessing and not a curse, but you three are too stuck in the
past to-" Lianan broke off, as if she had let her tongue slip. She
stared silently at Bronn for a moment as the dryad realized what she had
meant. "...I'm going to go to bed," Lianan mumbled after what seemed
like an eternity of awkward silence. "I can feel myself getting sober."
And with that she turned and headed back towards her and Harmak's room.
Bronn stared after her wordlessly for a few moments. She tried to turn
the situation over in her head again. Lianan and Herevor had had sex,
and Lianan had confessed she had been attracted to Herevor. It was too
much for Bronn's tired mind to handle and she decided she should just
try sleep again herself. As she turned back to her room, she quietly
thought that Lianan was definitely an exception. Neither Harmak, Nidwin
or her had any attention to have sex with men, even while they were
stuck like this.
***
"Oy, Bronn. Wake up!"
The dryad woke up being shaken around roughly and opened her eyes to see
the room flooded un sunlight, with the sounds of morning in the city
trickling in through the open window. Nidwin released her, already
dressed in her skimpy sorceress outfit, consisting mostly of a skimpy
vest and bikini bottom with a skirt attached to the rear.
"Did I oversleep?" Bronn mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she got up and
slipped into her leaf-styled two-piece.
"Looked like you could use it" Nidwin said gruffly "but we really should
get going. Since we're not dead and all we need to report back to our
employer."
"I thought we didn't have much to report about." Bronn yawned,
stretching a bit and peering out the window at the early morning bustle
on the street below.
"Apparently Herevor isn't as addled as we thought and had enough
presence of mind to grab Theodred's circlet out of the treasure chamber
after we all got killed triggering the traps" Nidwin shrugged. The
pixie-turned-orc had never had much respect for the party druid and the
reincarnation mess had not changed that, evidently.
"Explaining why we look like this might be a bigger problem then," said
Bronn, turning the situation over in her head as they gathered the last
of their possessions and left the room. In the corridor they were met by
Lianan, exiting her room.
"Morning," said the drow, looking a bit miserable with her hair standing
on end and her skimpy one-piece outfit still ruffled. "I really need a
drink" she groaned, holding her head as she followed Bronn and Nidwin
down into the taproom.
They soon spotted their remaining two colleagues, sitting at a table and
arguing loudly. Herevor was a tall, leanly muscular half-elf with a deep
tan and spiky hair who always looked like he had just emerged from a
week in the forest. He was also a skilled druid and the one who had
brought the others back (albeit not as they had hoped) after they had
died. Harmak had been a towering, broad-shouldered orc male but was now
a small, slender and deceptively cute gnome female with pale blonde hair
arranged in a bob and a leather and fur outfit which showed off her cute
body while not being quite as revealing as that of the other three
girls. Harmak had been quite adamant against letting the adventurer
stylist they had visited dressing her up in a metal bikini, regardless
of how much the salesgirl claimed it was the current fashion.
"...I'm supposed to wield a two-hander? My strength is my pride! If I
cannot defeat my enemies with my strength, what good am I?" Harmak
shouted.
"Not everyone makes their way in the world through breaking anything in
their path" Herevor growled back "Surely there are ways for you to
compensate."
"I don't -want- to compensate!" the gnome retorted. "I want you to turn
me back, as I've said many..."
"And I've replied just as many times that there's no way for me to do
that!" the druid responded.
The argument abated quickly as Bronn and the others walked over to sit
down. Lianan was soon ordering a large stein of dark ale as the others
regarded eachother somewhat awkwardly.
"So, we can visit the count Hansen and hand over the circlet for our
reward?" Bronn offered to break the silence.
"Don't see what good it'll do," said Nidwin, chomping down on her
breakfast. "There's nobody that can perform the kind of magic we need to
get changed back anywhere near, and even if there was that kind of magic
does not come cheaply. Definitely not at a few hundred measly gold
pieces."
"Always so cheerful, Nid," Lianan chuckled as she downed another large
swig of strong brew, a slight slur to her voice indicating that the drow
was reaching her desired state of inebriation quickly.
"Perhaps it would be a good idea to not become too obsessed with that
right now," Bronn offered diplomatically. "Of course it will be our
long-term goal, but as we all know there are several practical problems
that need to be overcome first. And I don't think any of us want to risk
permanent death just so Herevor can try reincarnating us again." There
was a murmur of ascent. "So in light of that, I think it would be
prudent to adopt a cover story while this lasts," Bronn added.
"And some new names," Lianan grinned. "Harmak is such a terrible name
for a girl."
"What?" the gnome sputtered, jumping on top of her chair so quickly that
she almost scattered food all over the table. "My name was given to me
by my father as a sign of my place in the clan. Are you suggesting I
just throw that away to-"
"No no no. Harmak, listen, Lianan is right. Once we get ourselves
changed back, I assume we'll all want to put this thing behind us, and
that will be very difficult if we go around talking about what happened
and give out our real names to those that know us." Bronn sighed, not
liking the situation herself. "So far the only ones who know what
happened are us five, I vote we keep it that way."
"Agreed" Nidwin nodded.
"Aye," Lianan agreed between dips into her stein.
Harmak looked very unhappy, but unable to solve the situation with brute
force she finally shrugged. "Whatever."
"I don't want to sound presumptous," Herevor said, raising his hand "but
I think we already have a good cover story. We claim that you four all
departed to do some extremely dangerous mission, and that I recruited
replacement adventurers."
"You mean concubines," Lianan giggled, making the others roll their
eyes.
"Well, in a way" the druid continued, seemingly unaware of the deadly
glares cast by Harmak and Nidwin. "That would give you all an ironclad
defense against any fumbling flirtations, like the one last night. Just
say you're all Herevor's women and..."
"It's just a story, Harmak," Bronn added quickly. "Besides, it is a
handy excuse." She found her glance flickering over to Lianan, who was
oblivious. Bronn wondered if the concubine story had already become a
reality when it came to the monk and druid.
"Anyway," Lianan broke in, her voice now its normal, somewhat slurry
confident tone. "I'm gonna be Niala Etaine while this is still going
on." She gestured over her bosom, a drop of ale balancing tantalizingly
between her soft breasts. "Bronn, I think you look like a Salicia.
Don't think dryads have surnames." She tapped her chin thoughtfully.
"Nidwin... definitely a Mogra. Mogra Fireweaver." She turned from the
unhappy-looking orc to Harmak. "Harm... Harm... hmm. Teagan! Teagan...
Duergarsbane."
"I am -not- a 'Teagan'" Harmak growled, jabbing a hand still holding a
chicken drumstick at the drow. "Duergarsbane? That's just insulting,
I..."
"Duergar are traditional enemies of gnomes!" Lianan snapped. "Oh, wait,
I'm naive to think a musclehead like you could ever be clever enough to
stay undercover, even if you lost most of those muscles."
Before the argument could go any further, Bronn raised her hands.
"Enough! We may not like the plan much, but at least it's a good plan.
See it as just another mission to undertake. But until then, please try
and remember and use your code names and cover story." She gave each of
them a comforting smile.
"Alright. But the reward better be worth it," grumped Harmak, and dug
into the last scraps of chicken.
***
The rest of the day passed in a blur as the group met with their
employer (a far removed descendant of old king Theodred) and reported
their success. He showed some confusion as to why only Herevor seemingly
returned of the group he hired, but their explanation was eventually
accepted, and the reward paid. After that they spent some time eating
well, and resupplying, and in the early afternoon they set off on
freshly purchased horses. The bounty on the renegade grand warlock of
Dreadmist Tower had been raised by no less than a thousand gold pieces,
making their current reward seem like change. No doubt the warlock was a
dangerous and wily foe, but the party had agreed they were hopefully
more than a match for him. However, other matters were currently causing
more concern.
"I can't believe it. I still can't believe it," Teagan chafed as she
strolled along on her pony, her equipment safely fastened behind her.
"He purchased us all legally? Here are the contracts? That is an INSULT!
And why was Ni- Mogra the one he had to 'defeat in combat to win her
respect'? It should have been me!" The gnome had been complaining more
or less non-stop since they had left the Count's mansion.
"We want a good, believable story, don't we?" Herevor grinned. "Why
would I be traveling with an orc and a drow woman unless I somehow own
their fealty? The contracts were Niala's idea anyway," he quickly added,
smoothly shifting the focus to the drow girl.
"Oh relax, Teag" Niala chuckled. "It's like you never played dressup as
a child. It's just like pretending to be sir Tariel the Bright in the
battle of the Mourning Plains, except this time you have to stay in
character longer..."
"At least sir Tariel wasn't a tiny slip of a girl," Teagan muttered. "I
can barely cleave a tree now."
"I'd trade you if I could," Mogra offered, bobbing along on a
powerfully-built white horse. "I've had to practice for hours to try and
get my casting movements right again. This form is so thick and
clumsy..." She noted Teagan's glare and shrugged. "As I said, I'd trade
you in a second."
"Maybe you should consider changing professions," Niala offered, taking
a swig from her hipflask. "Mogra could learn to be a fighter, with all
those muscles, and Teag could learn to be a sneak thief or something...
Or you could both become dancers, you're both quite attractive now."
"I am not a sneak thief!" Teagan growled, but Niala simply laughed and
rode ahead a bit to catch up with Salicia.
The dryad was riding along on a slender palomino, thoroughly enjoying
the journey. She had discovered a newfound fondness for the sun on her
skin and the wind in her hair, although she still missed her beard
constantly. She would still rub her hand over her chin quite often, and
then recoil when she realized there was no bushy red mass there to
stroke.
"Still no luck with growing moss there?" Niala suggested as she rode up
alongside the dryad.
"Not yet," Salicia chuckled. "How are H- Teagan and Mogra holding up?"
"Oh, they'll get around to it. Mogra is clever, she just hates being put
in a position she didn't choose. I think she has already gotten over the
worst shock though, and is now plotting on how to turn this to her
advantage." They shared a knowing look. "Teagan of course will not be
placated until she's proven she can still kill a monster with her axe.
Or bare hands."
"And Herevor?" Salicia asked, casting a glance at the druid, who was
bringing up the rear. Herevore looked as scruffy and unkempt as always,
but he appeared to be smiling mysteriously a lot these days.
"He loves it," Niala said plainly. "And you know he would. He may be a
druid, but he's not good at the whole neutral detachment thing. And
given how he stares at my ass, I think he's decided this is all the will
of nature." There were other things, of course, but Niala had not yet
shared those suspicions with any of the others.
"Yeah, I thought so." Salicia nodded. She lowered her voice a bit
further. "So have you and Here... you know... since...?"
Niala enjoyed tormenting the dryad for a few moments by smiling
mysteriously, then shook her head. "Nah. Honestly, I mostly just felt
passion for him. Wanted to see what it was like. Now that I have... I'm
not that interested in him clinging all over me. Free spirit and all
that?" She giggled.
"I don't understand you. I really don't," the dryad chuckled, shrugging.
"You can't say you haven't been curious yourself" Niala said slyly.
"I've seen you peek at people we've passed... and peeking at us. You're
curious, and you're unwilling to admit it."
Salicia felt a flush rise to her cheeks, and was unsure if it was
noticeable on her bark-like complexion. "M-maybe. But it is hardly
proper for a son of the mountains to have such thoughts. Bad alone I am
stuck as a girl who looks like a tree. Why couldn't it have been a ...
a... rock dryad or something?"
"Not sure that is a thing that exists" Niala laughed, but dropped the
topic. Salicia gripped the reins tighter as they rode on, however,
occasionally finding her thoughts wandering into very un-dwarf-like
regions.
***
"It's her, look!" Niala giggled, sipping from a large tankard as the
group enjoyed a quiet evening meal at a small inn. They had discussed
camping out, but with how much money they currently had, the ladies had
quickly outvoted Herevor's suggestion.
"Who?" Salicia looked over from her evening meal, and saw an attractive
human girl with her red hair set up in a pair of buns. She was somewhat
stoutly built (though not overweight) and had a light spray of freckles
over her face and shoulders. "Moradin's beard!" the dryad yelped.
"Who?" Teagan asked, chewing into a large steak with all the ferocity of
a starved dragon whelp.
"Some barmaid that Br- Sali was sweet on in the past," Mogra noted with
a slight hint of amusement at the dryad's sudden awkwardness. "But from
what I remember, that lass shut our dwarven friend down quickly."
"So what?" Salicia huffed. "Just because I'm a bard doesn't mean I get
all the girls. Or even most of them." She sighed. "She didn't like the
beard. I just cannot respect a woman who doesn't respect a good dwarven
heritage."
Herevor opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly winced as Niala
stomped on his toes under the table. "You know," said the drow
conspiratorially, "you don't have a beard anymore." She winked to
Salicia, who blinked and coughed.
"She's got a point." Herevor nodded, still wincing in pain. "Maybe she
just doesn't like... you know. She may play for the opposing team. Like
the fairer sex. Want to engage in some long, swea-" he yelped again.
"OW!" Niala smiled innocently.
"We have to stay the night anyway," the drow winked to Salicia. "Give it
a try. You'll kick yourself otherwise."
"What do you have to lose, really?" Mogra shrugged. Teagan offered no
advice, or at least nothing Salicia could make out through the massive
slab of steak.
Salicia swallowed again, and looked down into her almost-finished
supper. She was not normally bashful, quite the opposite. But since the
change, she had not felt as self-assured as before, especially not
around other women. She seemed to attract a few stares, smirks and
derisive comments ever since becoming a dryad, and it made her uneasy,
especially coupled with the still-aching loss of her dwarven identity.
Gritting her pearly white teeth, she took a quick swig of ale and stood
up, walking over towards the bar where the serving girl was unloading a
plate filled with dirty dishes. The dryad girl walked up softly and
elegantly, and cleared her throat.
"E-excuse me?" she said, making a last-minute check to see if her leaf-
like garment was adjusted.
"Yes?" The servant girl turned around, and Salicia was aware of many
eyes in the room being fixed on her, both those of her friends and some
strangers. The dryad tried to gauge the reaction of the other girl, but
she seemed quite neutral.
"I... I was just wondering if I... could offer you something to drink
after you're done working? Perhaps something to eat?"
"Oh. Thank you miss." The other woman blushed a little. "But I get
plenty of food and drink as part of the job and-"
"A song then? Or a dance?" Salicia blurted.
"W-what?" it was the serving girl's turn to seem surprised and taken
aback.
"I'm a bard. Your beauty... it has inspired me. I want to write a song
about you."
"Milady, you have the wrong girl. I'm nobody, I'm nothing compared to
your beauty." The serving girl was blushing deeply now, and seeming like
she wanted to run away.
"Nonsense," Salicia said brightly. "Shall we say at ten, then. I'll wait
for you outside the inn, under the large fruit tree?"
The girl nodded mutely, and Salicia felt sure she regarded the dryad
with a whole different kind of interest now, in addition to the
embarrasment. As the dryad returned to the table, she was met with some
very unladylike congratulations and pats on the back. She sunk into her
chair, Niala and Mogra grinning like mad at her.
"Smooth. Reaaaaaal smooth." Mogra chuckled.
"You still have it," Niala nodded.
"I wish I was half as self-confident as you think," the dryad laughed,
sitting back and swigging from her ale mug again. The party continued
their supper, with Salicia keeping a close track of the time. It seemed
time had slowed down to a crawl, but as her friends said their
goodnights and retreated upstairs, she looked around the now dark and
mostly abandoned room, and then headed out into the night air.
The moons were illuminating the yard in front of the inn with their
silvery and golden glow, and some additional light patches from the inn
building helped chase the deep shadows away. Across the dirt road was
the ancient, gnarled pear tree, and the dryad padded quietly over,
looking around. Ever since the change she had experienced odd moments
where she could understand the rustling in the trees, the wind in the
grass and the creaks of ancient wood. It was a primal understanding, not
any form of coherent language, but it still unnerved her. She was still
a dwarf at heart, born and raised deep beneath the mountains, and the
open forests that now considered her a friend were still something of an
alien world for her.
"Milady?" came a voice from behind her. She turned around to see the
barmaid, her simple, cute face illuminated in the pale moonlight. She
had dressed in a simple linen dress, not soiled by many years of
waitering tables. Salicia's heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful.
"Salicia. Please, call me Salicia." She smiled, trying to put the
weirdness of the situation behind her and focus on the now.
The barmaid nodded. "I'm Erin" she replied. "And really, this is... I'm
not sure if you're joking with me. You travel the land with three
beautiful companions and one handsome man, and yet you notice a simple
wench like me..."
"Not a wench," the dryad frowned, "but a natural beauty. Our lives
aren't just about appearances, Erin."
"I guess that's true," the girl nodded. "So you said something about a
song...?"
Salicia smiled and nodded, and then felt a slight twinge of
embarrassment, realizing she had forgotten to pick up an instrument from
her packs in her urgency to meet the girl. Still, a true bard was never
stumped. She quickly racked her brain for her vast memory of songs and
poems, and quickly dismissed most of her traditional dwarven ones. While
she saw no problem at all with comparing a woman with a precious slab of
stratified shale, her travels with her friends had taught here that not
every race appreciated that sort of thing. And regardless, she was
trying to present a veneer of being a gentle, forest-loving dryad.
Quickly, she found a song which fit, an old elven one she'd picked up
from a friend of Lianan's a few years ago. With a few mental
alterations, she finished it in her head, then carefully found the right
tune, took Erin's hands in hers and began singing.
Being a dryad did have an advantage in terms of singing. Salicia found
herself easily and quickly mastering a much wider range than she ever
had before, and the song came out clear and melodious, drifting serenely
over the meadows and the forest beyond their little area of light. She
sang of how Erin's beauty had shone through the darkness, of how her
fiery hair reminded the dawn, and of many other virtues. The song echoed
so strongly and clearly that the dryad was vaguely aware that several
people were crowding the windows of the inn's two floors, trying to get
a glimpse of the source of the sound. Erin, for her part, looked quite
enthralled, and even in the dim light the bard could see her blush
profusely. Finally the song finished, and Salicia cleared her throat and
nervously brushed a hand over her chin.
"That was... Nobody has ever made a song... about me," Erin stammered.
Salicia felt a quick moment of sadness, because she had indeed offered
to perform a song for the same girl a year past, but been politely
rebuffed. "Thank you." Erin smiled. The quick feeling of regret
vanished.
Still aware that they were being watched by many quiet spectators, the
dryad leaned in closer. "I would love to sing more for you... maybe show
you a dance or two. But in private. There are people watching."
Erin cast a glance over her shoulder and pulled a face at the barkeep,
who quickly ducked behind a curtain in the kitchen window. She turned
back to Salicia. "No problem. There's nobody down at the pond now. We
could...?" The bard smiled and nodded, and the two made their way down
the slope, away from the very disappointed silent audience.
***
They had lost track of time, sitting together down by the silvery pond.
They had laughed, exchanged stories both bawdy and romantic, watched the
fish leap in the night air, and Salicia had shown Erin a few dance steps
the barmaid had never heard about before. It had quickly become obvious
that the spark between them in the dining room of the inn was not just a
fluke, and slowly they were becoming more comfortable, more
affectionate. Their hands began to entwine, they hugged, and soon they
kissed. Salicia offered to show Erin another dance, and quietly shed her
clothes, revealing her slender body. As she danced naked in the
moonlight the human girl began removing her garments as well. As the
dryad's dance ended, she sat down next to Erin and they kissed, and
embraced tightly.
"This... this is my first time," Salicia whispered, biting her lip
slightly. Quite true too, she had never been with a woman while a woman
herself.
"Don't worry," Erin said, putting a finger to the dryad's lips. "It's
not mine." She fell silent for a moment, regarding Salicia's features in
the moonlight. "You know, I never thought I would be this lucky, to
attract the attention of such a creature as you."
"Same" Salicia whispered, making the barmaid's eyes widen.
"W-what?" she stammered.
"I never thought I would attract the attention of a lovely creature like
you. In fact when I approached you in the inn, I was sure you would turn
me down."
"Why would I...?" Erin began, but the dryad shrugged.
"It's not important now. Can... can we...?"
Erin nodded, and pulled her down into the soft grass. Soon their forms
were locked in the throes ecstasy, both experiencing something entirely
new and exhilirating. And as Salicia let her momentary doubts about the
situation wash away in waves of passion, the moons cast their soft light
on the two women, and for that night everything was right in the world.
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