‘Drink it in little one.’ The high priestess whispers in my ear. ‘this is your true form which we have released from that awful hunk of flesh you were forced to wear until now, enjoy we will return shortly to take you to your proper place.’ Her words astonished me she believes she’s actually done me a favor that I actually wanted to be a girl, a beautiful teenage statue.
It was at this point I thought things were looking pretty bleak, with the cult genially believing their working in my best interest and myself being almost unrecognizable chances of rescue where slim to none, but then a ray of hope.
As the cult was filling out the cultist carrying the remains of my clothing approaches me. ‘I was wondering why a big burly man would carry jewelry but seeing your true form it makes sense.’ Before pulling out the family amulet I had been wearing. The cultist gives me a smile before putting the amulet around my now slender neck. ’There now you can wear it with pride miss.’ The cultist says before walking off, never before had I been so glad of someone being ignorant of my peoples culture, My teammates where fully aware of this amulet being passed down in my family if(no not if when.) when they found me there was a good chance they would recognize it and therefore me.
Until then all I could do was wait and look pretty.