"I wonder what that scream could mean? I mean after that bright light the story was very vague in what happened. Well, lets head to Chapter 2: A New Face," exclaimed Elle as she turned the page in the book.

The next morning he awoke, still feeling very strange. He rolled over groggily, and sat up, his clothes wrapping uncomfortably around him.

"Oh, man. I feel asleep in my clothes. I must have been really beat last night."

He raised a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples. As his hand brushed aside the bangs of his hair, he puzzled over them mussily.

"What's... this? It's not my hair... It's not the right color and it's far too long. And my clothes are all baggy on me too ... at least my vision has cleared up!"

This was true, he could see very clearly now, in fact much more clearly than before. Everything seemed a little lighter to him, a little brighter. Looking up, he spotted a full length mirror hanging on the wall near him. He stood up, trying to understand as he waded across the room in his too large clothes, why his body moved so strangely now and felt so odd. He looked into the mirror curiously. A loud scream split the morning air, filling the common room of the inn and the street outside.

Alen stared into the mirror in complete amazement. The reflection in the mirror was not his, not by any stretch of the imagination. It couldn't be his, it was impossible! He quickly looked down at his hands, trying to confirm the truth.
A small delicate hand met his eyes, graceful slender fingers and long oval nails met his gaze.

"My hand?! What..?"

Disbelievingly, he pushed the arms of his jacket up, revealing a slender and feminine arm, skin soft and smooth to the touch, and undeniably his, as he could feel the gentle strokes of his own fingers as they explored the soft silken expanse of his own skin. Suddenly terrified, he began to shuck off his clothes, desperate to find out how much of his old form was left.

Nothing. There was nothing left.

The woman stood in the middle of the room, naked before the mirror. Long silken blonde hair fell to her butt, and wide emerald green eyes surveyed the changes that had occurred to her. She stood about 5'6", her figure a perfect hourglass. She was full of bosom, easily a C cup or more. Her waist was taunt and narrow, leading to wide hips, then down to long graceful legs. Slipping her feet from her now oversized boots revealed a well turned ankle, and small dainty feet. Her face was a soft oval with high cheekbones, her mouth small and slightly pouted with rose colored lips above a cute button nose. There was no trace of the old Alen left. Whoever she was, she was not Alen anymore!

"What ... what's happened to me?" she cried out in a bewildered soprano voice.

"I've....changed somehow! I can't believe this!! I've got to get back home....maybe mom or the elder knows something," she cried as she started to dress again in her very large outfit.

She quickly tied her clothes tighter to fit her now much smaller frame. The clothes were still large on her, but at least she would be able to walk around town without them falling off. Alen then looked at his boots.

"There is no way I can fit in them anymore..I would look so ridiculous..looks like I'll need to get new ones...," she said quietly to herself.

Alen stepped out of the building and walked around the city barefooted till she could find the shoemaker's store. People in the city were looking at her in question of why she would be walking around like a child barefooted, before shrugging it off. She stepped inside the store and looked around for the owner. After a few minutes an old man came out of the back and greeted her. After a bit of small talk the owner took some measurements so as to get the correct size needed for the young woman. He told her to sit down and relax for a bit while he looked in the back for something in her size.

"I wonder how these are going to feel...I don't know anything about being this way...how am I going to do this..?" She asked herself quietly.

The old man came back with slender brown leather boots that would come up to about knee high. The man helped Alen put on the new boots as quick as possible. Afterwards she paid him for the boots and left heading home. A few hours of walking and avoiding any confrontation she made it back to her home town.