Ugo woke up alone, as always. The strange part was the fact that he could feel his body - something that hadn’t really been normal for a long, long time. Not since he had sent it away with Aladdin to be remotely controlled. Not since it was destroyed by Kougyoku. And now...what was he even sleeping on? Not the usual, cold stone of the Sacred Palace. It was, instead...something plushy, prickly, cold and slightly damp. It was most definitely not his hair, it felt more like...grass?
Slowly lifting his head, he reached up an...unusually slender hand, trying to push his hair back into a somewhat orderly fashion. Again, this was strange; why did he have a body, and why wasn’t it blue? Confusion lit his features as he spotted his glasses resting on the ground directly in front of him, folded somewhat neatly. Threading his fingers through his hair, he glanced around. A field...with trees, and an open blue sky. He picked up his glasses, pushing them on before pulling up his scarf to cover the bottom of his face.
The wind blew, ruffling his robes - the same robes that he once wore as Solomon’s Magi. As a magician, and not a djinn. Only...the style was slightly off - it looked more like womens’ clothes than mens’. Also, he had strange curves in places where there used to not be any. And...weren’t his arms just a bit thinner than he remembered? Leaning down to pick up his old staff, he...realized that he wasn’t a he anymore.
“A-ahhhhhh!” Dropping the staff he’d just picked up, he fell backwards and looked himself over again. Yes, those were definitely boobs, and...uh...he - she?! - wasn’t even going to bother trying to see what was in his...pants? Skirt? He could feel the difference, and it was striking. “Huhh...hahhh......kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Jumping upright as he shrieked, he grabbed his staff again and began running...where, though? This was not Alma Torran, it was not the Sacred Palace. The land was all wrong. Unfamiliar.
His - her - pink eyes widened in realization. NEW. ...oh, Solomon, no, how had this even happened? He had to stay in the Sacred Palace! He had to maintain order as best he could! Instead...he’d completely lost that position. How? It could not be that he had fallen from Lord Solomon’s good graces. He knew that could not possibly be the case. So, perhaps...another abnormality? This one could be fatal. How long had he been here? Had someone taken his place? So consumed was (s)he in ...her... private horror, that (s)he did not notice whether anyone happened to be around.
