You glance around as your eyes clear. You can hear the noise of a crowd cheering, and you try to raise your arm to shield the sun from your eyes. You can't though, because your arms are tied behind you. You look around and realize that you're tied at the stake. You see the crowd cheering as wood is bundled around your feet. You panic as your mind reels and you attempt to think a way out of your fate. Then you see something that gives you a hope. The person running the burning is an old friend.
"Christof! Christof! Christof, over here!" you call out, and are surprised at the sound of your voice. It sounds raspy, and dark. Christof looks around surprised at the sound of his name, and realizes that it's you calling him. He walks over to you and says "Don't speak my name, foul warlock. You shall burn for your crimes, and there is nothing you can do about it!". He turns away, but before he can walk away, you whisper "Slammer, you gotta help me!" which catches his attention. When you and he were young, you each had a nickname for one another, names that only the two of you knew. "What did you just call me?" he asks, his eyes filled with wonder at the sound of his old nickname. "Slammer, it's me Keisuke. Some wizard cast a spell on me, and now I'm in this body. You've got to let me go!". He considers this, and says "How do I know whether you're really Keisuke or not? How did Keisuke make that name for me?" he asks. "I made that name for you because back in the days when we were pussy hounds, you used to love slamming into your triumphs when you were fucking them" you whisper back, and he believes you. After a few quick words, Christof lets you go, with a mild disappointment amongst the crowd.
"Alright Keisuke, you have some explaining to do..." he says "And we need to figure out how to change you back"