<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Morgan Typhoon (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2334172)</strong><em>Human Legendary Shifter 1 CG</em><strong>HP</strong>12 / 12<strong>Speed</strong>ft<strong>Init</strong>1<strong>AC</strong>17<strong>Fort</strong>4<strong>Ref</strong>3<strong>Will</strong>1<strong>CMB</strong>+5<strong>BAB</strong>1<strong>Primary Natural Attack</strong>5 (1d6+4, 20)<br/><strong>Secondary Natural Attack</strong>0 (1d6+2, 20)<br/><strong>Scimitar</strong>+5 (1d6+4, 18-20/2)<strong>Str</strong>19 (4)<strong>Dex</strong>12 (1)<strong>Con</strong>14 (2)<strong>Wis</strong>8 (-1)<strong>Int</strong>10 (0)<strong>Cha</strong>15 (2)<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pants Uniform (2 sizes too large at least) -> Skirted Uniform with Lamellar Armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upper floors, empty room -> Downstairs?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Seven, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Y... You think I'm... cute?" Maybe a strange takeaway from that embarrassment, but Morgan found herself actually appreciating being called that by Ceri. At least as much as she enjoyed suddenly having her breasts resting on the slime girl's head, who didn't stop blushing, but also didn't feel all that embarrassed by it anymore all of a sudden. But they were both right!<br/><br/>"Y-yeah, I don't have time to feel sorry for myself, or embarrassed! We might be in actual danger." She filed Seven's interest in 'studying' her away in her head for now, or she'd lose herself in embarrassment again. Whirling away from Ceri for a moment, Morgan threw the way-too-wide uniform off of herself, and snatched up the provided extra one in a more fitting size instead. As she quickly put it on, both Ceri and Seven got another eyeful of Morgan's new humanoid form - petite and cute, feminine in pretty much every way in which Ceri might remember Morgan having originally been masculine. Almost like her body had been truly inverted in appearance, really. Only her small chest stood out as being a bit out of place with that perspective.<br/><br/>With the shirt buttoned up, the slime-girl whirled around back to the two, looking down on herself with a smirk. "Y'know, wearing a skirt is kinda nice. Guess there's quite a few perks to this form." She tightened the straps of the armored horn plates of her lamellar armor, which she wore over this uniform now, which immediately made her look a bit more fierce. With the scimitar now tied to her side instead of it being deeply hidden in her pack, Morgan now had the look of a real adventurer about her! She gave a small wink to the other two, smiling brightly and still being a bit red in the face.<br/><br/>"Thanks for waiting for me, and helping me out, both of you." She said, as she walked towards the door so the three of them could head downstairs and maybe outside next. "Hmm... I wonder about that psycho-whatsit thing, though. I mean, I was mostly thinking about the expectations my parents have of me, which I was trying to fulfill." Morgan shrugged. "For now, this form's useful, and if this plane is dangerous, it might not be a bad idea to stay like it for a while..."<br/><br/>In almost a whisper, Morgan added: "And it doesn't feel... bad, exactly..."