As your vision cleared you found yourself standing once again in your dorm room, finding to your relief that
you were one more yourself; that you were a guy again.
“Oh thank Christ for that,” you sighed, falling to your knees as you patted at your shredded t-shirt that was
now hanging loosely over your skinny form, before both hands made a bee line directly for your crotch, finding
that everything was once again where it should be. Laughing giddily, you wonder for a moment if it was all
just some sort of weird hallucination, maybe something someone put in your drink at lunch time or a side
effect of stress from studying. The state of the room however, quickly threw that idea out of the window as
you gazed around the find that the entire place was still a complete mess, half the contents strewn around,
books and clothes and furniture lying everywhere but where they were supposed to be, your clothes also as
equally tattered as they had been when you’d transformed.
“Well so much for that thought...” you mused, picking up your discarded glasses and pulling yourself back up
off the floor, “...unless of course I was in a drug fueled rampage or sleepwalking or something.”
Even though you had only minutes before witnessed all these things happening, for some reason your brain just
didn’t want to accept it as real, crazy Greek God worshiping dead woman and spontaneous sex changes just being
so far removed from the real world that they couldn’t possibly exist, could they? And even if they did who
would believe you? The only real proof you had was that ring, that ring that was currently nowhere to be seen,
your hands being devoid of any jewelery.
“Oh crap, where did I put that thing?” you wondered, quickly scanning the room, remembering that you’d thrown
it angrily just before it had started to glow. Digging under a pile of Mike’s CD’s that had been separated
dramatically from their rack, you furiously began searching for any sign of the tiny gold band, wanting some
validation that you weren’t going crazy, suddenly hearing the door open behind you and Mike’s rather surprised
voice moments later.
“Whoa, what the fuck happened here?” he cried, obviously a little upset that half his stuff was now on the
opposite side of the room.
Spinning round to see his shocked and stunned face, you jumped quickly to your feet, glad that your roommate
had finally returned to help you deal with all this craziness. “Mike, thank God your back!” you exclaimed,
carelessly letting slip a few CD’s that you currently had in your arms, clattering loudly against the floor,
“You won’t believe the shit I’ve just gone through!”
“No kidding I won’t! What the hell happened? I thought you were just going to do some studying not go all
Incredible Hulk on the place!” Mike said, as his surprised eyes scanned quickly over the devastation.
“I...I was, but then there was this ring that I found and it did all this weird chanting in like some ancient
language...” you began, spluttering out your rather confused and muddled tale, trying your best to explain
everything that had happened to you in the last half hour or so, Mike’s face one of concerned amusement as you
described the huge indoor hurricane and the ghostly ladies, your transformation into an Amazon women as well
as your little trip to the ancient temple with the magical pool, not to mention being surrounded by 100’s of
beautiful ethereal women, your words tripping over one another as you tried to convince him it was all real.
After your story was over, Mike just stared at you with a look of complete bewilderment, no doubt thinking his
friend had gone completely crazy. “Wow...” he finally said after a moment’s pause, “You really have been
playing way too many of these stupid role-playing games! Either that or all this creative writing homework
bullshit is getting way too much for you,” he added, holding up one of your textbooks on myths and legends
that was currently lying at his feet.
“No, no it’s not made up,” you assured him, pretty certain he thought you’d finally snapped or something, as
you tried your best to persuade him otherwise, “It was real, it really happened!”
“Seriously dude, it’s just homework,” Mike continued, still not convinced, wandering over to you and gently
removing his CD’s from your grasp, lest you drop anymore, “you’ve really got to take a break from it now and
again, try and relax. All this stress ain’t doing you a lick of good, nor is it doing our dorm room any favors
either.”