“Another boring day.” John muttered and pulled on the door handle to check if he locked the door to a store. The store was owned by his mother and even though he wasn’t an official employee he always helped on weekends. It was the least he could do for his mother, after all if not for her financial aid he’d have to quit the university.
Getting the confirmation he needed, John turned around and begun his trip back home. The sun was already setting, but his home wasn’t that far from the store. He knew that if he hurries, he should be there before the sun completely sets.
The streets weren’t particularly busy at this time, and you could see a random person appearing here and there, but it was empty enough for John to listen to the ambience of a small town that’s slowly falling asleep, to the lullaby of distant cars and animals, so it surprised John when, his peaceful walk was suddenly interrupted by the feeling somebody’s hand on his shoulder. Why didn’t I hear any footsteps? he thought.
“Fu’e anivus oet’inqulum vim vintate. Vim'e tsue removi te vim, rishe.” A feminine voice whispered in an unfamiliar language.
He quickly turned around to see who was that person, but before his eyes managed to adjust the entire world shifted in an instant. Instead of a familiar street, he was now standing in a middle of some unknown plains. There was even a rural village noticeable far in the distance. Moreover, judging by the position of a sun there were at least 6 hours before the next sunset.
“What the hell is going on?” He mumbled to himself, but as soon as the words left his mouth another unexpected thing happened. Instead of a usual rough sound of his voice a soft feminine whine escaped his mouth. Even more surprised he cleared his throat and tried speaking again.
“Testing! TESTING! Testing.” He repeated to see if the change to his voice was only temporary, but the only things that gout out of his mouth were different variations of a feminine voice. He checked his throat with his hand, but there was no trace of his Adam’s apple. Suddenly, a realization dawned on him. He slowly lowered his gaze to confirm his suspicions.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” He screamed, as he noticed two big mounds protruding from his chest.
“WHY THE HELL I AM A WOMAN AND WHY AM I NAKED!?” Another angry shout escaped his mouth. Usually he’d be much calmer, but all the sudden changes with the addition of being thrown into God knows where, broke his composure.
Despite his agitation it only took a moment for John to finally calm down and as if sensing that it’s finally a right time to do it, a blue game-like interface window appeared in front of him, and soon a huge wall of text followed, he barely could keep up with how quickly it was scrolling.
Error 34 Invalid user data.
User recovery initialized. Searching Akashic Records… Matching data found… Name: RXJpbmVsbHlzIE1hRYQooJ4Z8xukyOgD1OGz User Data:
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Generating a new user profile... Importing Name… Error 135 Invalid last name. Skipping… Generating Username… Importing Race… Error 137 Race data corrupted. Performing a quick scan… Matching phenotype found… Importing Class… Error 142 Class data corrupted. Skipping… Importing Skills… Error 147 Skill data corrupted Background task initialized. Skipping… Import Complete. Constructing user profile… Extrapolating data… Finalizing...
Name: Erinellys Sex: Female Race: Half-Elf? Level: 0 Exp: 0/100
This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.
Health: Healthy Stamina: Rested Mana: None
Statistics:
STR: FF- AGI: B- DEX: B+ CON: C- INT: C+ WILL: D+ CHA: AA+
Class: None Skills: None
What is this thing? It looks like a status window. Am I inside some sort of a game? Am I dreaming? These and other similar thoughts occupied John’s mind. But he knew inside that this couldn’t be a dream, after all if this was a dream, an act of questioning a dream would be enough to put him in a lucid state, but this world seemed too real and too detailed, for it to be a dream.
So, how do I make this status window appear? As if noticing his intent, the game window appeared in front of him again. Listing statistics of this new body.
This is really like a game, so how do I choose a class? He wondered, before looking at his stats and then at his new body. If you could describe it in one word it would be ‘perfection.’ In normal circumstances, a single look at this body would make John aroused, but now he only felt awkward that it was his body. The pale smooth skin covered every inch of this body. But that wasn’t a typical smoothness, it was almost porcelain-like, it was a perfect example of jade-like skin. Sunlight reflected in this body’s silky silver hair which rested gently on its breasts, even the shape of breasts was perfect, and despite their larger than average size they were hanging there firmly, with no sign sagging at all. It’s thin waist, wide hips and long legs looked almost surreal, as if this body was a sculpture that came to life.
No wonder I have AA+ in charisma, with the body like that I look like a perfect example of a seductress. He thought, but to his dismay a new pop-up appeared.
Class set to: Seductress
Wait, what?