"So you were male too?" Aaron asks. "What about this Mike person?"
You nod. "Yeah, Mike used to be male as well, but you'd never know it if it weren't for the name. She's perfectly happy as a dryad now; apparently, afterba month or two in this place, you start mentally adjusting to your new form. Mike's been here for years; I've only been here a couple days."
"Same here," Aaron says. "The couple days part, that is. But are you saying that after a couple months we'll start to think like weird animal-girls?"
You sigh. "Yep. That's what it sounds like, anyway."
"Well, shouldn't we try to find a way to change back, then?" she asks. "I mean, I don't know about you, but I don't exactly want to spend the rest of my life as this."
You shrug. "Well," you reply, "I tried going back to the witch's house, but she's got a horrible booby-trap curse on the place when she's asleep, and I don't think going to see her when she's up and aboutis probably a good idea. Therefore, I decided to meet back up with Mike and see if she has any ideas."
She nods. "So this Mike is a dryad," she says. "And I'm a harpy. What about you? You're a cat, obviously, but why the uniform? Is that some mythological creature I wasn't aware of?"
"Nope," you sigh. "She turned me into her housemaid, and I got clumsy with her potions, which resulted in the cat thing. No folklore involved, I'm afraid."
Before long younarrive at the place where you met Mike. She's tending to some saplings, but looks up as you approach and squeals in delight. "Ooh, you brought a new friend!" she says, rushing up to Aaron and hughing her. "Oh, you're so pretty! We're going to get along so well, I just know it!"