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"I can't possibly look divine when my clothing doesn't fit." Roland snapped, annoyed to find his voice was higher like this as well. His suit jacket hung too loose on his much more slender shoulders, the buttons of his dress shirt didn't fit right across his chest, and the pants were all wrong given his more ample hips. It was dreadful. While he very much appreciated women and found them beautiful (and no doubt he was still a beautiful woman) he'd never wanted to be one. There was another spell he'd been hit with too which would no doubt also delight Gwyn but which was making Roland seethe. "This isn't the only thing that's wrong."
He was distracted from announcing just what the other thing was when Gwyn suggested an outing, clearly to buy him clothing that fit. They would have to, wouldn't they, since he was going to be stuck like this for a while? "Yes, well, that will certainly be necessary. If only I could buy a new outfit to make me a vampire again." His lip curled as he tossed a fireball at the nearest castle wall, watching it scorch and go out. That was vaguely satisfying. "Someone's had the audacity to make me a fae."
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