"Oooh...my head..." Arren groaned as he came to. Arren was a veteran of many hangovers, but this was something special. His whole body felt heavy, thicker...<br/><br/>Wait,<em>his</em>body? The red-haired ranger moved to sit up, but found the warm, female presence laying atop him. He stopped, rubbing his head as he studied the cute, red-haired young lady laying on him. Her face rang a certain bell, very loudly. It would take a few seconds for him to glance at his arms, stronger and more masculine, and his chest, no longer busted but instead flat, with strong pectorals. And that soft hand down his slacks...<br/><br/>He gave a startled cry and shoved the copy of himself--herself?--off of him, onto the floor. He groped at his slacks. Yep, there was a bulge there. Some new equipment. His heart hammered louder and more fiercely than even his hangover headache. He looked around, alarmed. "Uh...guys?" he called, his voice wavering as he realized how much deeper he sounded now. He looked around and saw the pile of exotic halflings outside burst to reveal a suspiciously Guinevere-like man...