"Yes, I'm okay", you tell him. "Who are you ?" you replied, in a high, feminine and trembling voice that surprised you.
"Good",he said in a rickety tone who seemed to announce his end. He didn't answer your last question as if he was avoiding it.
"It's just... I think he's gone to heaven... I'm sorry..." you continued, turning back to your old body however, it was no longer there. A drop of sweat ran down your forehead which wetted your new feminine clothes. Only your soul had resisted the spell. This life that you had led until now no longer existed except in your thoughts. The white mage that you had become stood up, pushing past the old man who wore a face of incomprehension at your attitude. Your things were spilled on the floor. A feeling of shame mixed with gratitude invades you. The young woman, experienced in care, threw herself on you to treat you. She did it without even knowing who you were and without even paying attention to her magic staff and her books.
The one running the store picked up the dusty book, failing to wonder how it had ended up on the floor. Everything was normal as if you had always been the white mage, you had acquired her healing powers on your own and her friends and family were your friends and family. The merchant put it back on its pedestal and sat enthroned again, still just as dusty.
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