Before Jeff could see much of his new stats, he was suddenly in midair and the next thing he knew was that he was laying face-down in the mud of what seemed to be a backstreet of a medieval township.
While Jeff tried to sweep the mud out of his face, he noticed a certain pressure on his chest, and also noticed some mud clad strands of hair in his vision. When he finally got up on his feet and had a good look at his new body, he must correct himself.
She had now a good look at her body.
Jeff wore some brown pants and leather boots, as well as dark green shirt over which he wore something, that looked like a light leather armor to protect his torso and a grey and muddy cloak with a hood. Under her armor Jeff could still see the delicate curves of her new bosom, something around a B-cup, and her wider hips and narrow shoulders. Jeff went a few steps down the street where she found a barrel with water from the last rain, which she used to clean her face. Jeff saw that she has shoulder length dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes, but to her relief her face wasn't an epitome of cuteness and has some rough edges as well a small scar on her left cheek.
Jeff noticed also that she was still quite tall for a girl, about 5'11'', and had still some muscles on her lithe body. That and the fact that next to her purse and other equipment fixed to her belt, she found a sword in its scabbard, she realized that she wasn't the kind of helpless girl you always find in this stories.
Slowly Jeff's head was filled with the informations and emotions of her new life. Her name was Jenica and she was a sell-blade, a mercenary, who came to this town with the last caravan and was now in search for a new contract. She was quite combat proved and skilled in sword fights and knew how to use both, her wits and her muscles.
Slowly Jenica turned around and grabbed the backpack with the rest of her stuff, spare clothes and equipment, which laid in the mud next the place of her arrival. Well, she thought, it could be worse than be stuck as an attractive sword woman for a year, so she could make the best of the situation. So Jeff, now Jenica, slung her backpack over her shoulder, put her other hand on her blade and walked out to the main streets of the township.