Under control of his faculties at last, the adventurer dug his claws into the wall against which he shuddered with aching pain, slowly hauling himself to his unsteady feet inch by inch before finally taking stock of what had happened. Though still shaking with aftershocks of that forceful rearranging of his flesh, the part of his mind that calmly calculated odds and strategy during combat coldly examined his situation. Everything felt awkward, off balance and not quite right, and a twinge in his shoulders had the male hesitant to look down to discover the cause of the added weight...<br/><br/>"Oh. Oh shit. You gods-damned sack of refuse...this is the LAST time I answer the summons of a bloody royal fool!"<br/><br/>Oh yes, it was most definitely something to be complained about. After all, his entire physical form had been reconfigured. Where once stood a lean half-dragon male covered in wiry muscle and hardened scales, there was now a figure of a very different sort. The muscle was still there, the strength and lean, tightly-coiled power, but it was hidden now. Hidden beneath a soft layer of flesh dusted with glimmering silver scales like diamonds, simmering curves that stretched the fabric of clothing that was once well tailored and loosely flowing. a tail that was once heavy and powerfully muscled was now slender and nearly whip-like, leading up to a pair of newly and neatly rounded hips. Soft thighs that seemed made to spread and breed are what those hips rested on, and moving the opposite direction was a trim, muscled belly partly hidden beneath a pair of surprisingly large, heavy breasts. Even his face had softened, rounding and adorned by a pair of plump lips.<br/><br/>And of course his voice sounded softer, a higher pitch of sound and softer, huskier notes.<br/><br/>"Ah...well...nothing left but to get this over with and have a chat with 'His Highness'"...Resignation and annoyance in the same tone. How quaint.