Changes: No hair anywhere on body except head, voice higher pitch, hand changes, beginning of hormone and memory changes
"Well," said Ty "If I'm supposed to be someone else, I may as well figure out who that person is before I decide if I want to be them."
He took a second golden apple, and began eating. Once again, the world dissolved, and he was elsewhere...
The wind whipped at her skirts, as she rushed after her target. She hated running in skirts, especially across rooftops. They were restrictive, making it hard to fight, and when she had to jump between rooftops to keep up the chase, she was sure that those below could see her underwear. At least she had talked Belle out of the high heels she had wanted her to wear, which would have made a chase like this impossible. She would have had to chase barefoot, and she dreaded to think what state her feet would be in if she had been forced to do that, though the sharp stilettos Belle had wanted her to wear would have made effective weapons.
The plan had gone wrong. While Belle had managed to get Duke Rilmington into a room where Tyldie could take him out, he had managed to escape out the window and across the rooftops. Tyldie had been chasing him for the last ten minutes. She hadn't expected him to be this adept at acrobatic escapes. That was supposed to be her area, but she was forced to admit that he might be able to match her. Not for the first time, she wished she had learned how to use a ranged weapon. If she could have shot the man in the back, then she wouldn't have to catch up to him so she could slit his throat. While her dagger was small and light enough to conceal and avoid attention, she wasn't confident in throwing it at this range with any degree of accuracy. The man stumbled, allowing her to close some of the distance. She could have thrown from here, of course, but she only had the one dagger, and if she threw it now, that was her weapon gone if she had to fight. Which, even if she didn't need to fight Duke Rilmington, she probably would have to fight the guards on her way out of the city. Another stumble. A few feet closer. Both runners were beginning to tire. The duke veered off to the right, and began moving in the direction of the market. Tyldie couldn't let him reach it. Among the crowds, he would be impossible to corner and innocent bystanders could get hurt. She put on a burst of speed, closing to within dagger range, before veering off, as he drew his sword and swung at her. The sword's weight, combined with his tired muscles, threw him off-balance. Tyldie closed in again, and drove her dagger into his neck. He made a choking, gagging sound, and slid off the dagger, and fell backwards onto his back, blood running from the wound. Kneeling down, Tyldie twisted the knife, and drove it completely through to the back of his head. The light faded from his eyes, as his muscles relaxed, and he moved no more.
Ty woke, holding the core of the second golden apple, having no memory of eating it beyond the first bite. His shoes felt much looser in his shoes, and he slipped his feet out of them to see they had shrunk several sizes. His legs, too, had reshaped and shrunk. He was quite a bit shorter now. As he looked over his body for any other changes, he was not unaware of the extra weight of his hair. Looking into the water of the spring, he saw the beautiful face of the woman from his memories, red hair framing a face he would have wanted to kiss if it wasn't just his reflection. His hands found their way to his ass, which was slightly larger, then to his crotch, which still contained his penis and balls, containing that he was still, in-fact, a he. His chest was also still flat, though his hips had widened to accommodate his ass, and the curve of his upper body was slowly becoming an hourglass figure. His clothes no longer fit him, though with the alternative being to go naked right now, he chose to keep them on. For warmth more than anything. He ate the rabbits he cooked, then settled down to sleep.