Kyle had accepted the invitation, hoping that either something financially satisfying would come of the prize or at least it would inspire him to finally finish his latest attempt at a story. If he was inspired, he could get another story sold to one of the dozens of magazines he frequently emailed his fantasy stories to.<br/><br/>As he followed Ms Smith, wondering what sort of build up she was giving to the whole deal. He figured that most likely though that he'd have to cash in the trip to make sure he had enough to last next month or so, given his debts.<br/><br/>Then things turned black..<br/><br/>Awareness came slowly as Kyle opened his eyes. Everything seemed to go a bit askew as he heard as someone asked about a ren-faire. He felt a bit out of sorts as he sat up and brushed silvery hair out of his face and ran a hand to put his hair behind his ear.<br/><br/>The sensations of his body, greatly changed, started to register as his fingers encountered a much longer ear and it hit him. His hair wasn't that long or silver.<br/><br/>"What the hell?" He asked, and stopped as the voice that was speaking wasn't his. Panic set in as a quick glance down showed that the change was fairly complete. Outfit, body, and all it seemed. She lifted a hand up to look at a crude ring of potmetal on one finger. A signet she had designed.<br/><br/>"You changed me into Emerald?" She asked as she looked at the greatly changed Ms. Smith "What the hell did you do that for?" She asked as she gestured over the gown, pack and staff that had replaced the jeans and leather jacket she had worn into..wherever the hell this was. The musical tone of her voice wasn't quite enough to hide the building panic that her silver eyes held as she frantically took stock of her new form.