She was examining her hands. Her fingernails, or claws, grew a couple centimeters and became sharper, her digits now sleek and refined. Her teeth were not the wretched grayed out bones they were, she wouldn't look out of place in a toothpaste commercial. Their sharpness was delicate, hidden behind plump, full, soft pink lips that glistened like fine china.
I realized I was staring when descriptive words became over the top.
"Now I'm closer to your divine looks, though I still lack a bit." she said with a smirk as she checked her changes.
"No way." I snorted. "You're way above." I waved her comment away.
She stared at me with unimpressed eyes. "You've absorbed sunlight. Go check yourself on the mirror." she pointed at a door behind me.
"What do you mean? I just glow with sunlight, don't I?." I tilted my head, having forgotten my own species features.
"Yes, you glow. You also absorb it and improve yourself with it." she stood up. "Go, I need to change clothes in the meantime. This are too tight." she said, pulling at the linen pants she was wearing. Those were about to burst, her bottom was that thick.
I went to the door, a bathroom inside. I was surprised for a second, but then again, in a world of magic, people with incredible lifespans could easily come up with construction technology. Egyptians had pipes thousands of years ago for fucks sake, why couldn't a dwarf or something think of it.
I stood in front of a full body mirror and froze. My mind reeled for a minute until I understood that the reflection in front of me was of myself.
Gold. The color was everywhere. My skin, my hair, my lips, my eyes. I did, in fact, look like I was touched by King Midas. There was no uncanny feeling, however. I did not look like a statue, just a really golden person. My hair was braided as I did every morning, shades darker than my skin. I pulled it in front of me and it reached my knees. That didn't change. My lips were a pale gold, full and plump. I pouted and even I was struck by the effect. I smiled and platinum silver teeth showed themselves.
What the fuck. I took a step forward. They looked like chromium.
"And then act like I don't know nobody." I imitated a dude from a video from years ago, and the image was hilarious. Though they were not diamond, it was still funny.
Though I was actively trying not to look, my eyes were next. Though fascinating, they were not something that overly shocked me. If my skin was a glowing gold, my hair a dull gold, my eyes were the color of molten gold. My pupils were strangely crossed horizontally by my iris. It was weird, but didn't impair my vision.
"Quite pretty." I whispered. I took my clothes off and admired my new body, keeping the underwear on.
Contrary to what I thought would happen, my skin was uniform in its golden hue, veins and arteries noticeable here and there along with muscles underneath. The nature of my skin left me guessing at their color, perhaps too thick or the color too rich. I hope I never see my blood.
I made an angry face and I noticed the line in my eyes turning into an X. Weird, but acceptable.
Truth be told, it was mostly the same face I had before with slight adjustments and a higher quality of beauty. Sharper eyes, better skin and finer features.
I turned my head to the side and noticed sharp ears. Though not long as Lapia's, they had a pointy end. My tongue was longer, easily reaching the underside of my chin. It too, was golden. Compared to running water, a mirror showed way more details.
I moved my top aside and saw light golden nipples. Figures. I chuckled.
I held my breasts and pushed them up, not feeling a difference in weight. I supported them with an arm and with the other held my chin, smiling seductively. Pretty effective. Gonna take a while to get used, I might turn into a narcissist.
I took a long look at the reflection. Broad shoulders, strong arms, medium sized breasts, sculpted abs, a tight muscled waist and wide hips with a meaty bottom followed by thick toned thighs. Pretty hot. I agreed with Lapia. I imagined my body would have looked like this if I went to the gym when I was a teenager.
I looked at my hands and examined my digits. My fingernails were a far cry from Elven claws, though looked like they would rend skin and flesh nonetheless. Half the length of Lapia's, they were a silvery color similar to my teeth. I looked closer and noticed my fingerprints were straight, vertical lines.
Then I looked down. The final hurdle. My penis.
I took a deep breath and took my underwear off, returning them to my storage when they came off.
There it hung in its golden glory. I gently grabbed it and raised it, checking underneath. No testicles. I felt myself release a breath of relief I did not register I was holding. There was no pubic hair either. The only noticeable details were the veins under my skin. I could not hold the entire thing with my hand, and my fingers barely closed around it. I felt a shudder run down my spine to the pit of my stomach. I had experienced one of these monsters a few times in the past.
Moving past glorious memories, I began slowly pulling back. The foreskin retreating and the glans coming in contact with the air sent a paralyzing shiver from my tailbone to the top of my head. I powered through. Every freed centimeter sent stronger signals to my brain. I clenched my teeth. The sensation was extremely alien. It reminded me of stimulating the clitoris, but in a much, much larger scale. My butt hole was tightened and my legs tense.
At last, I had finished the process. There, a dull golden glans connected to the end of the member. The urethra was considerably darker in shade. I sighed, the stimulation was too much.
As I finished checking that, I reached down and confirmed my vulva was just behind the penis. I checked and the mythical clitoris was there. It hadn't been replaced. That raised many questions inside my head, but I ignored them. Those were not important, really. I slowly traced a finger across my labia, checking if anything was amiss. Everything was fine under heaven.
However, I felt a pulse coming from my phallus. Slowly but surely, I was having an erection. The entire thing was beating at the rhythm of my heart, bouncing as I let it go. In but a few seconds, there stood what could be called a massive cock. A few memories made my breath quicken, and I tried to quash them.
I took deep breaths, closing my eyes and letting my mind wander into whatever it was it wanted to explore. Two minutes later, my rhythmic breathing and hands on my hips helped return my new partner back to its regular, though still large, shape.
Was that stress or tiredness? I wondered. I wasn't aroused or excited. Maybe the pulling back did that. Or all the above. I was satisfied with that conclusion.
I put the underwear back on and ran a hand through my now shrunk manhood? Pecker? Dick? I found nothing that would indicate I had one in the first place. Truly magical panties.
I turned around and flexed my back muscles.
"Hmmm." I purred at the sight of my own muscles.
I took a last look at my Halve body and summoned a regular black t-shirt, a white hoodie and gray sweatpants. I stopped and returned them. I tried wearing them directly from my storage.
The first time nothing happened. I then visualized them on me and made the mental exercise of pulling them to reality. The shirt was on, but the hoodie was backwards, the pants had only one leg in, falling to the tiled floor. I repeated the action in reverse, and they disappeared into my storage.
Five minutes went by and results were varied. Finally, I imagined myself dressing up and summoned the clothes. This time it was a complete success. Praised be E'er affinity! I raised both arms in a Y shape.
I left the bathroom and saw Lapia sitting on the table, wearing a white dress that covered both front and back. Her long legs were bare along with her arms. The piece of clothing hugging her body.
"That was fast." she said, setting a thin book aside, her eyes going over my body. "What are those?" her eyebrows raised.
"Comfy clothes." I gestured at her choice of garments. "What are those?" I asked back, sitting down at the table.
"Everyday clothes." she said reaching for my hoodie. "May I?"
"Suit yourself." I extended an arm, allowing the Elf to feel the material.
She ran a hand up my arm, grabbing the hood of the item. "Feels nice." she said leaning back looking me in the eyes and smirking.
"Beats wearing leather." I pulled the neckline. "More room to breathe." my face heated up and I looked away for a second.
"You look..." she stared at me for a few seconds. "More relaxed." she smiled.
"I do feel that way." I looked at her. "You too."
"All thanks to you." she supported her chin with a hand, elbow on the table.
We looked each other in the eye for a few minutes. "I don't really know what to say." I giggled, unconsciously pouting.
Lapia smiled. "Me neither." she sighed. "I feel really grateful, and I know that saying 'thank you' all the time is tiring. So I don't." she offered her hand across the table. "Sometimes..." I took it, her warm digits entwining with mine. "Silence and action is the best."
I nodded, relaxing on my seat and caressing her hand with my thumb.
"Is there anything you want to ask?" she said. "In terms of the world, I mean."
"What's up with the numbers I see when I read my information?" I recalled them and though I understood the growth rate, not much else was clear. Reality too different from the game I was accustomed to.