You were always a highly successful bard by trade, everyone loved you, you started many many orgies, bar fights, and turned several girls into full blown lesbians. However, like the old stories go, you find yourself waking up in jail with a bail usually reserved for those who assassinate royalty. Escaping was an easy fix, but then you had to go about and earn money through legal means, which meant you had to go out and travel the world with a band of sociopaths, adventuring, raping, and pillaging, all the good stuff adventuers do. Sadly, you and your band of misfits had your last orgy in front of an evil sorcerer's castle.<br/><br/>The 5 of you ran into the twisted sorcerer's castle, killed him, and his 12 daughters whom he experimented on, only for many of your fellow sociopaths to have lost their lives. In their honor, you try to clean the place dry of all valuable merchandice, but sadly, grabbing the first thing you see, a collar with an "experimental" sign next to it, triggers the whole place to collapse. You narrowly escape with your life, and with your brand new collar!<br/><br/>Making your way back to Oystein, a trading city that you've called home while you adventured, you decided for shits and giggles to put on the relativly useless looking collar. Right there, in the middle of the road, your body twists and turns! You change, from a realtivly average height humanoid women, too a short, small chested, virgin girl, covered in fur, and a tail! The whole ordeal gives you a powerful climax as you fall to your knees! Any non-magical clothes you were wearing vanish and disintegrate around you.