Juran had been prepared.
The City was guarded by a mighty army, but Juran could navigate the shadows.
The Walls of the keep were high and strong, but Juran carried a charm of flight
The chamber was shut behind a solid door, but lockpicks danced like maidens in his deft hand and the door gave up it’s virtue to his gentle probe.
The amulet was said to be protected by a mighty spell, but Juran wore a cloak crafted by the greatest wizard in the history of this valley.
Manoreth was asleep, the jeweled treasure hanging from his bedpost. Juran reached out to grasp his prize and was thrown back!
In moments his leather armor had changed shape and nature to cradle the bosom that rose from his chest! Below he felt an insistent tug and then piercing pain as his manhood retreated and his new sex split open. As Juran’s hair seemed to pour like water from his skull he, now she, looked in confusion at Manoreth who rose from his bed
Another foolish thief! Do you think mortal magic can save you from the curse of an ancient one? Now girl, you are mine and you shall serve in my harem as my new favorite. Until the next thief stumbles in!
As Manoreth crossed the room leering. Juran felt helpless fear and regret as a passenger in a body now compelled to be an obedient slave to her master.