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— Hey, what the fuck! Give me back my dick, you bitch! — Bill shouted, not believing his own ears as his voice echoed across the rocky slopes of this strange, unfamiliar place.
Bill froze, as if burned. That wasn’t his usual voice. It was ringing, high-pitched, too light, too… feminine, just like his new body. With cold fingers, he grabbed his throat, shook it, as if that could fix everything. But the sound that escaped his lips was still the same — female. Panic flared in his chest and immediately spread through his body, sending shivers down his arms and legs. He looked at his fingers — long, slender, nothing like they used to be. And then… then he looked down, hoping this was all just a mistake.
— No… — he breathed out.
His clothes didn’t fit right. The shirt he had put on that morning now hung loosely, yet was suspiciously tight in the chest. His pants had stretched over his suddenly wider hips, gripping so tightly that he felt the pressure against his skin, as if he were trapped in a vise. The fabric dug into him uncomfortably, making it feel like it was about to rip apart.
He jerked his head up, feeling a strand of long hair brush against his cheek, and immediately, nervously, tucked it behind his ear. The woman still stood before him. Tall, with long hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in simple but ancient garments. Her face was calm, but there was something in her eyes that he absolutely didn’t like.
— Turn me back! — he exclaimed, stepping forward, only to stumble over the too-narrow legs of his pants.
— I'm afraid I cannot do that, Your Highness, — the woman’s voice...