After a few seconds of choosing, Julie settled on the Orcish Orange flavor. Taking one of the smaller tankards, the “tavernkeep” went to work, filling it to the brim with orange soda. Thanking him, Julie took it and did a dramatic curtsy(as well as one can curtsy in a pair of jeans, anyways). “The pleasure is all mine young traveller. Oh, and don’t worry about paying. These things practically pay for themselves.” He said the last part a bit quieter, as if he didn’t intend for Julie to hear him.
Taking a seat Julie began to guzzle her drink. She was actually really thirsty, and she didn’t want her family to worry that she had wandered off. Topping it off, she went up to the bar to give back the tankard. The moment she handed it back, she was suddenly seized by intense feelings in her stomach.
“Um, I don’t mean to break character, but where are the bathrooms?” The tavernkeep directed her down the hall. Making a mad dash beeline for the bathrooms, the tightening in her stomach only became worse. Thankfully the bathrooms were modern and not themed to the rest of the hotel, or she might have found herself puking in a hole in the ground. Slamming the doors to the bathroom and stall open, Julie flipped open the toilet seat, and positioned her head over the seat, waiting in pained anticipation for the contents of her stomach to violently expel themselves through her mouth.
“What the fuck was in that soda?” she heaved, each moment waiting only increasing her pain. Then she notice something that would have made her scream, if she already didn’t feel like barfing.
Her hands were green. No, not like “This bathroom is a chemical weapon and should be banned by the Geneva convention” green. The actual skin was *green*.
Bursting out of the bathroom Julie went for the mirror. Her worst fears were confirmed. Her complexion, normally pale and reflective of her dad’s Scandinavian heritage, was quickly turning the same sickly shade of snot green.
“Oh my fucking g-” her curse was cut short as the pain began to spread. She tumbled to the hard tiles of the floor as the burning became worse. Her lower jaw felt like she was getting her teeth pulled at the dentist, except this time there was no Novocaine. If she could have seen herself in the mirror, she would have seen her lower canines becoming more sharp as her jaw changed to accommodate her growing teeth.
The burning spread across her face, her youthful human features became rough and hardened. The ridge of her eyebrows pushed out, giving her a slight neanderthal-ish look.
The rest of her body fared no better. She cried out in muffled pain as her body underwent an all-at once growth spurt. Her wiry frame was quickly being replaced by bulk and muscle as her form experienced what could only be described as accelerated puberty. She aged rapidly as her mass continued to increase. Pressure in her chest began to build. Arms and hands, legs and feet bulged as her clothing lost the battle with her changing form. Her green arms ripped at her shirt as green thighs ripped away at the seams of her jeans. Her shoes were already in tatters, destroyed by her now too-large feet. Her once blonde hair, formerly kept in a ponytail, had grown long and dark past her shoulders.
The Julie lay on the floor panting, and out of breath. Her mind was clouded by the subsiding pain of the transformation. If she had the strength to look in the mirror, she would have seen a dark haired orcish woman, over six feet tall and muscular with toned arms and legs, but still quite feminine with wide hips and a bust that would make any human woman jealous. Exhausted, the new orc drifted off to sleep.