| "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Lord Fred's soprano voice screamed as he plummeted
downwards into a newly formed passageway that formed under his feet. After
a second or two he landed on something soft, thankfully lessening the pain
he was sure to have felt on his newly plump female rear end. There was
another grinding noise, and the passageway above him slid closed.
The room was pitch black. Suddenly there was a deep throated laughter that came from close-by, but he could not identify exactly from where, even with his trained knight's ear. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... Fred Fred Fred..." The ominous voice laughed. "Who's that? Identify yourself!" Fred squealed, realizing that he didn't sound very imposing with his new voice, but still holding his sword in front of him just in case. He lept to his feet, and was amazed how agile he felt in the three inch heels that his now dainty feet were encased in. "I hope that fall didn't tear my hose," he thought to himself unconsciously, while vainly trying to make out any of his surroundings. "You have passed the point of no return, Lord... or should I say Lady Fred," the voice continued, "Now you are mine. From this point on, I will give you... a choice... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." With that, torches along the walls ignited and Fred could see his surroundings. He had landed on a pile of pink frilly featherfilled pillows which were in the centre of a circular room. The only feature in the room was a huge wardrobe that was immediatly in front of him.
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