The device begins changing in shape, soon take on the shape of a heart locket as string forms around it and attaches itself around your neck. The energy from the device begins spreading across your body, creating a tingling sensation all around. You feeel as your body becomes slimmer down, hands and legs losing any muscles you may have once had as they become slender and smooth.
Your chest resides into itself as the formation of a corset begins making its way around it, causing you to wince it pain and stumble from the pressure suddenly being placed on your chest. As the former materialises the fat and body mass of you chest is rearranged, creating a relativity slim figure and two small balls of flesh to slowly form.
You have barely any chance to work out what’s going on when a strike of pain goes through your head as the energy begins changing it. Your face smooths out becomes smaller and softer. Small cute yet mature lips don your head as your eyes become a rich blue. Your hair tingles as you suddenly find dirty blonde strains begin covering your vision before shifting and neatly organising themselves down the back of your head, going down pas your shoulders.
Looking around you get your breath as you look at yourself. Noting first of all that your clothes barely fit. It seems the device shares your concern as you see your clothes begin to shift. Your shirt and pants begin shifting and joining together. As they become one they length out and begin taking a light blue colour. Soon the fabric changes to a older cloth of wool or some other cheap material as the dress finishes its formation, made perfectly to fit your new figure.
A brown satchel begins forming and soon slings itself over your shoulder. You open it at once to find what appears to be a shopping list, titled ‘Items to get in Ravenwood’, prompting you to look up and confirm the town before you is indeed called Ravenwood. Looking further you don’t find much else besides a simple hat, some money and a half filled canteen.
You then take a look at the locket which began the transformation, as you do that you feel your shoes begin changing into a pair of brown worn, but usable, boots. Looking inside the locket you find a black and white photo of a couple. A man who looks to be a farmer and a young woman, who you get a district feeling looks just like how you look now,
“Well this a right pickle I’ve gotten myself in now,” You gasp at your womanly voice and the slight Irish or southern like accent which accompanies it.
After a while of observing your self over, you glance at the heat radiating from the sky and decide there is no use staying here any longer. Looking around you begin to consider your next move.