Daniel had always been of a curious nature, often pondering questions he would never get an answer to… Except that now, with the Scribe's tablet in his hands, he could!
So he wrote in it that, from now on and until he wished otherwise, he would look, think and act like a woman, but still remember the truth, unlike the rest of the world.
Looking in a nearby mirror, Dan saw his body taking on more curves, hips widening, but cushioning, chest growing to comfortable B-cups. Her face rounded a bit and lost all trace of stubble, becoming a girlier version of its old self.
Looking around, she realized her bedroom didn't change much. Sure, it was a bit more tidy than it used to be, and a few clue marked it as a girl's room, but it was still mostly the same. Not so surprising since she was little more than her original self tuned female. And as tomboyish as she was, she must admit she was rather yummy. Speaking of yummy, Danielle hopped this goddess called Abigail was gay, like herself…
Unknown to Danielle, when her body, clothes, room and wardrobe changed, her eyes took on a orange tint.