You watch as the ground gets closer to your line of vision. Your rage still boils and you run out of the room. Your body begins to develop into a rather mature looking teen age girl. Lord knows who's panties they came from, but they certainty had good Genes. Chesty, blonde and thin and surprisingly tall for the gender and age. You race to your room and check yourself over in the mirror checking the body carefully your anger building. 24 hours of this... stuck as a beautiful... delicious... chesty... you blink and close your eyes, shaking your head violently. "No, bad... me." You focus on solutions. 24 hours... held up... in my room... and then I can change it back... but... you also do have your robe of despelling... but lord knows where that is, definitely not in here... If you could find it you could make it to your dead line... but something tells you that your long suppressed staff aren't exactly about to help you out on this one. its a risk... but you could run out and check around...
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