|
It was an unsavory thing, to be sure, but Allarian physicians were always in need of more leeches, and this poor girl would have an opportunity to be quite useful indeed, and be well cared for, for however long her short life ended up being. Arahim just tried to block out visuals as he concentrated on the complex transmutation, not really wanting to see the beautiful young wench transforming into a small wriggly black thing. Soon enough she had disappeared into her dress, and at last, Arahim had finished the transformation. After he poked around the clothes for a bit, he found the little creature, just barely an inch long. The poor leech was not really aware of what had happened to it, since any mental faculties it had had as a human were now dispersed across the 32 segments of its brain, each in a different ring of its body. This made conventional thought next to impossible, and though it was vaguely, fuzzily aware that something had just changed drastically, all it could do was flail about, seeking purchase it could never find. And yes, it was an "it" - no longer really a she, or at least, as much a he as a she. Leeches were hermaphrodites! Fred's journey across the genders had become very complex indeed. Arahim loaded the leech up and sent it to a bloodletter in the city called Old May. She, of course, saw her leeches as tools, more than animals, and treated them as such.
|
Linking Enabled
Extending Enabled
24952695 episodes viewed since 9/30/2002 1:22:06 PM.