Chapter 49: Marinah

I stare at the apparition in the mirror. It's not a monster really, it's me in my Warrior form. My eyes are the same, but nothing else is identifiable. My snout is the most unattractive thing I've ever seen. I smile into the mirror and almost back away when my teeth gleam with saliva. Lifting my arms, I place my fingers over my breasts. They're no longer hanging, they're part of chest bone, hard, almost like they're metal-plated. The short hairs covering my face and chest could be slightly more revolting, I guess. I take a few steps back to examine the entire picture.

I'm Marinah the Warrior, and for the first time in my life, this body feels... perfect.

"Okay, Ms. Beast," I say reluctantly. "It's time for you to go back inside and stay there until you're needed again."

Nothing. The ugly beast continues to stare back.

"This is serious business. I like you, but I don't have proper clothes for you. I'll get that taken care of and then you can come out and play again," I promise in a