The Epitome of Escapism

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Seline slowly drifted back to consciousness as the pine needles and small twigs covering the earthen floor beneath her pricked her naked back and butt. And it took a few moments for her mind to wrap itself around the fact that there should not be any such nuisances assaulting her in the first place. When it finally did, though, her eyes jumped open immediately and stared up into the completely unfamiliar and unexpected treetop hovering far above her. This was as wrong as it could be.

She recalled acutely now what had happened before her blackout. It had been a regular Wednesday evening. Her work on her dissertation for the day being done, or rather interrupted, for her one favorite past time, the weekly RPG session over at Mike’s. For three years that group had been running, and to her initial surprise she found she enjoyed that hobby immensely. Like almost every Wednesday she was running late. Quickly the rulebook had been crammed into her backpack next to the box of dice, to be accompanied by her character sheet. Tarlinth, the elven Ki Wielder. She still had fond memories of Mike’s expression those three years ago when she had created her alter ego. “I have never seen someone roll so obscenely well” had been his repeating mantra accompanying the shaking of his head as the dice continued to fall her way, and contributed to making that virtual elf maiden into everything Seline secretly wanted to be. A stunning athletic blond with an eye magnet of a rack, a trim ass and long shapely legs, a walking seductress hiding the veritable high powered killing machine underneath. And not the gangly, clumsy, glasses wearing flat chested PhD student that stared back at her out of the mirror every morning. Probably those people that labeled her hobby escapism were right, but that did not change the fact that it also was a lot of fun and one of the few things that got her out of her room and away from her books and her laptop in the evenings.

All the more reason not to be late again, and so she slipped into her sneakers and rushed towards the door while still fumbling with her jacket. That was when disaster struck. The laces of one of her shoes were still loose tripping her. And since both her arms were caught up somewhere in the sleeves of her jacket there was nothing she could do to prevent her forehead from crashing into the carpeted floor, knocking her out cold.

So by all logic she should still be lying on the ground in her apartment, with a big lump forming on her forehead, and not here … under a tree … with a soft breeze wafting over her bare skin. Wait, what? Immediately her upper body shot up into a sitting position as she started looking around. Yep, she was sitting somewhere deep in some unknown forest, the rays of the sun blocked out to a large extent by the many tree branches overhead. Considering that she could see surprisingly well, enough so to see that there was lots of underbrush between the trunks. Someone must have played quite an elaborate prank on her, as she knew of no foliages that dense near to her apartment. Something else was not quite right, there was some strange and constant tugging on her chest, so she looked down, only to have her mouth open wide and her eyes almost bulge out in amazement. There, right on her chest, were hanging two huge mounds of supple flesh, crowned by thick long nipples hardened from the chill breeze. In disbelief she lifted her hands to confirm that indeed, they were real, they were fantastic, and they were hers.

Her thoughts were reeling at that point. What exactly was going on? She somehow could not believe in a prank involving a plastic surgeon. Getting to her feet she continued to muster and feel the rest of her body. Or what now was her body, since that really was not hers, or at least had not been. In amazement she clamped her hands around her firm butt cheeks, let then run over her well toned limbs. Not only did she look different, she also felt changed. Nimble, dynamic, full of energy. That was too weird.

Catching a breath she leaned back against the trunk of the tree under which she had awoken. This made no sense at all? Was she dreaming? No, that all felt too real for a dream, and a quick pinch into her own forearm discarded that alternative. But what then? Confused she ran her hands through her hair, massaging her temples and … what was that? In disbelief her fingertips tried to ascertain that what she just had felt was a fluke, alas there it was. Both of her ears sported quite a prominent elongation upwards, crowned by a nice tipped top. A quick painful tug confirmed that indeed that was all her own ears, and not glued on. She had Elven ears!

What the fuck was going on here?

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It took Seline a few moments to reign her reeling thoughts back in. So apparently she now had the body of a blond elven bombshell and was standing naked in an unknown forest. She would not have been surprised to see any sort of fantastic creature right out of the Monster Manual come around one of the trees any moment. None of that happened, though, which was more than fine for her. Slowly the realization sunk in that she had to do something else than cluelessly standing here all day. She was taking the cool temperatures rather well, considering her lack of clothing, but eventually she would need to eat and to sleep - preferably somewhere sheltered - and knowing where exactly she had ended up would not hurt either.

Focussing her attention fully on her surroundings it did not take long for her sharp ears to pick up a soft splashing sound, and without hesitation she set out to investigate, treading as carefully as she could not to cut her bare feet on any sharp stones that might jut out between the leaf covered ground beneath her. And truly, not twenty yards away a small river, barely more than a rivulet was winding its way between the trees. Vaguely she remembered some documentary she had seen years ago that had mentioned that following the course of water bodies when lost in unknown territory was the best way to find back to civilization - if such a thing even existed where she was right now.

It was her best bet though and so she pushed her doubts aside and began to march along the bank of the stream, following the way it flowed through the forest.

 

[Pix]

The stream wound around a couple of bends and to a clearing of trees. The clearing opened up to a hill which was somewhat of a hike. It was either the mild climb up the hill or keep following the stream which had widened somewhat considerably and not darted it's way through many jagged rocks that cut off the side of the hill. The stream itself seemed to wind around the hill. At the top of the hill, it was clear that the clearing was an important place for that region. The clearing showed that Seline had been walking on a mountain. Down below from the clearing was more woods, and what was past the wooded mountain. Farmland dotted the flat land past the woods below, the stream had widened into a river, and following the river with one's eyes, would could see what seemed to be a great city in the distance.

A middle aged man, balding with a paunch was sitting on a rock with a fishing line in the water. He had all of his equipment and accessories on the ground next to him. He tugged a bit on the rod and pull a mid-size salmon out of the stream and dropped it into a clay bucket with a wicker top. His skin was a leathery sun tan and beaten by the wind. He was garbed in wool pants and green tunic, a straw hat lay next to his fishing accessories. Beads of sweat were forming in the bald spot on his head.

A branch snapped forcing the man to turn around and his brown eyes widened as he saw the beautiful elven Seline behind him.

"Ahhh," he yelled, "an elf!"

He stumbled to his feet and bent over to try and grab some handled tool on the ground. He was able to grasp a small dagger in his hand but stumbled and fell, the blade flew out and landed at Seline's feet, he looked frightened.

 

[Cherubian]

Seline was quite surprised herself how quickly she reacted. She was not even able to spend a conscious thought about it before she already had swiftly crouched to her knees, wrapped the slender fingers of one hand around the handle of the dagger lying there in the grass and then jump up and back at least a yard.

With the man's weapon now secured in the grip of one hand dangling loosely at her side and a safe distance between the two of them she finally had a few seconds to evaluate the situation. And the stranger's reaction. Why on earth was his first thought at the sight of a completely naked elf girl one of fright and self defense? She would have expected for a guy to think along other lines when presented with such a sexy view -was that really herself she was musing about? She still was fascinated by the thought of inhabiting such a hot body - and not necessarily think with the head atop his shoulders either.

"Calm down, man..." she therefore shot into his direction, an expression of obvious disapproval on her face "... I am not going to choke you to death with my tits."

 

[Pix]

The pudgy man was still lying face down on the ground. Small sobs were escaping his mouth, but they were muffled by the earth beneath him. His chubby pink fingers interlaced on the back of his head as he shook it back and forth a bit.

"It's true," he cried, "you're all corrupt."

He moved himself into a fetal position and looked up at Seline. It was obvious a dash of lust crossed his mind as he looked at Seline's naked body, but it was an expression of shock and fright as well. He quickly closed his eyes and rocked on his side back and forth.

"Please," he pleaded, "don't use me for some blood magic. I just wanted some fish."