In Touch With Your Feminine Side

Part 2

When Mala was gone, Dagur found that the sheets were growing cold; he would have to dress. Pushing the sheet away, Dagur tried not to look at his drastically changed body or think about the surprising weight of his new breasts. The berserker was now much shorter, with much less bulky muscle mass, making him feel weirdly light on his feet as he walked away from the bed in search of clothing.

Dagur's armored shirt obviously didn't fit; huge in the shoulders and waist, it fell to his hips but pinched at the breast and was quickly set aside. Next to be rejected was the kilt- the waist was too big by at least three inches, and the length was now all wrong. His normal boxers also dwarfed him, an old shirt saggy everywhere except his chest, which pointed out beneath the fabric in an uncomfortable way. The redhead sighed in frustration and hesitated momentarily before looking through Mala's clothes.

His wife's array of clothing was nearly just as frustrating; Mala was now taller than him by a few inches, and her clothing showed it. Still, Dagur supposed that some items might fit if he rolled up the sleeves and used belts. Thankfully Mala returned before he could worry over what the heck to do with his new chest situation, a small pile of clothing in a bag over her shoulder.

She smiled a little at the sight of her husband in his strange female form, looking mortified at being caught going through her clothes. "I thought you might want to get dressed, so I found some things that are likely your size. I wasn't sure about breast bands so i brought three different sizes, and they are relatively adjustable."

As Mala helped her husband try on female clothing to help adjust to his changed form she got a good view of his new face, clearer as the room was slowly brightened by the rising morning sun. The girl standing before her had pale freckled skin and jet black hair, which fell past his shoulders in glossy ringlets that bounced when he moved. Dagur's piercing green eyes that Mala loved so much had thankfully stayed with him. The limbs were slim and flexible, though gone were Dagur's large muscles, hard-earned through long hours of exercise. The breasts were well-sized and firm, rising from the pale chest like two islands rising from the sea.

After getting used to the clothing Dagur quickly grew bored, feeling as though the spacious bedroom was shrinking by the minute. Gothi arrived but stayed for only about ten minutes before explaining that it was a temporary spell, although she didn't know when it would wear off. After alternating between attempted meditation and reading for over an hour Dagur could stand it no longer. "They'll find out anyway sooner or later. What if this takes time to wear off? I believe they might get suspicious if I just disappear." Mala nodded thoughtfully, then replied, "I suppose you are right, although I really have no idea how they will react. And if this is a long term enchantment you may have other things to worry about." Dagur paled at the thought of what his wife was suggesting, then shook his head to clear it and started for the door.