Elim couldn't believe what he was looking at.
His whole body was completely smooth. Not a single hair in sight. And that wasn't all. He'd never been a particularly muscular man, but now he was almost absurdly slender. He wasn't sure he could even properly hold a sword now, let alone fight. Long hair dangled past his face and fell like cascading water down to his waist. He touched a hand to his breast, and found it soft and sensitive.
"What the hell did you do to me?!"
"A side effect of the medicine," the old woman said, "it will wear off in time."
"What kind of 'medicine' does THIS?!"
He was about to stand up and grab Sophia by her shoulders when he was struck with a sudden, horrible thought. Slowly, cautiously, fearfully, he lifted up the blanket, and took a glimpse at his cock.
"...oh, thank the gods..." he muttered under his breath.