IN CHOOSING YOUR CHARACTER, YOUR CHOICES WILL FURTHER RESTRICT WHAT OPTIONS ARE OPEN TO YOU LATER IN THE PROCESS. CHOOSING TO BE A STUDIOUS WIZARD WILL STOP YOU BECOMING A MIGHTY THEWED TITAN.
Steve conceded this seemed fair as the scroll wiped and reformed into BODY TRAITS. He mentally crossed his fingers as text began to fade in, and it appeared with three empty spaces. They didn't look different from the rest of the paper, but he just knew that... He could pick from a list of traits to go in these three boxes. His brain felt like it had rifled through an RPG sourcebook, but he didn't remember reading, or being shown anything. Steve just knew the options for his character, his consciousness somehow able to just decide. It felt like writing in pen on a character sheet. Firstly he chose Elven Grace, which would increase his Grace and seemed to only be available to elves. If those were the stats he was stuck with, it seemed the one that'd still let him do cool adventurer stuff. He also I Can Take It, which promised to give him more hit points. As he chose, gold text whirled onto the scroll as if he'd scribed it there. It even looked like his handwriting.
But when he went to pick the third, it felt like he couldn't write there. And irritatingly, text appeared in the box under the other two in the font it had been using before. The algorithm got to decide one. And horror of horrors, it had chosen... Brainless Beauty?! He got another increase to his already high Appearance stat, but could never increase his Intelligence! And apparently it unlocked Sexy traits. Already he knew this was just going to get worse...
Finally, the game had enough information and suddenly Steve had lungs, he could breathe, he could move his arms and he could even turn, looking down at the pool of reflective water to his left, the only mirror in a glade like this. He knew he should flinch or react more strongly, but something was making this feel natural. Of course he wasn't shocked. This what the body he had in Illyria. That elven face from earlier looked back at him, atop an almost preternaturally slender body stretching to 5'5'' tall. He was naked and his skin pale. Sure enough, between his thighs was a cute little hairless pussy. Looks like elves didn't have body hair. Red locks cascaded to his shoulder, his ears so pointed that they protruded between the locks. But he knew maybe he'd chosen poorly, and they'd definitely chosen badly. His sky-high Appearance was reflected perversely in an ass that certainly could Take It, a big round phat-ass white girl ass. Despite his slender elven torso, two truly enormous breasts hung there, each the size of his head. He looked perversely like someone had turned an elf into a PAWG.
The scroll's text shifted in his peripheral vision, and sighing, he turned to see what new horrors it had in store for him. Steve did feel graceful, though. It took an incredible amount of dexterity to move this jiggling, bouncy body around as elegantly as he was moving. He exhaled again, aware his sighs sounded distinctly more feminine. He wondered what his voice sounded like, but more pressing was... What was the next step?