“What happened to you?” Mum asked. 

“I got a weird class. It's a Warlock Suc… Subclass.” I changed my mind at the last second. Warlock was bad enough. She didn't need to know I was part Sex Demon. 

“You’ve changed so much.” She stepped back to look at me while I looked in the mirror. My mum behind me looked arguably like my elder sister, one who preferred the indoors, while I looked like the outdoors type.  

Or rather… we had looked that much alike. Five feet 2 inches tall long blonde hair. A moderate size bust, thin waist, narrow hips. I was obviously taller, I must have gained four inches. My hair took on a brighter sheen even if I did have my hair cut shorter. My skin looked healthier too. Still lightly tanned, not not sun damaged anymore. My chest was arguably huge, my hips were wider and my legs must have taken most of the extra height. And… i didnt really shave. My legs, my pits, my nether region? Not that my mum would know that I was often in a shirt with sleeves and pants because well, I liked it. 

I can't believe you shaved me! I shot off into the void. I didn't get a response but I suspected she'd be watching. And listening. My ass is amazing though, thank you. Still no response. 

“You've changed so much. Your father didn’t change this much when he unlocked his class. I barely changed at all. But this…” She murmured looking through a menu of her inventory judging by the layout. Not that I could, or anyone for that matter could see another's menu without express, direct, intention. 

“Thank the Maker, I packed extra clothing. No way your pants and shirts will fit. Maybe this?” She plucked a red dress out of the air. She bought it and found it was a size too big. Now I suspected it was too small. 

“Mum, a dress really?” I hated dresses. But like… maybe that would be alright… “Fine. I can't just go around naked.” A chill ran down my spine. Why did that sound so good?

Mum helped me step into the dress. I shimmied the dress over my hips and settled it in place around my waist. I pulled the straps over my shoulders and was struck by the deep valley of my cleavage. Only a couple of the buttons could be done up without a risk of the button popping free. So while I was covered it was… lewd. And the dress that should have been just above my knees was now just barely below my ass. 

I withdrew a pair of underwear and stepped into them.

I whimpered as they pressed into my nethers and almost immediately my ass swallowed them. I tried to dislodge them but with my broad hips and big ass they had to sit somehow.

“Are you ok?” My mum asked. 

“Yeah, it's a bit uncomfortable.” I blushed. “They're a bit tight.” Why does it feel so good?

My Dad stood with Devon, the priest and the squad leader of the Soldiers.

“The Garden contained many Valuable herbs! She must be forced to pay compensation!” I hadn’t realised before how nasally the Priests voice was. I shouldn’t judge him for it, but it set my teeth on edge.

“No.” Devon said before my father could react. “The duty of the Makers temple, one of the top duties. Is the Ritual of Classes. Some Classes have a Volatile reaction.” He spoke gently but standing Six feet six inches tall and covered with rippling muscle, the man was intimidating without trying. Short trimmed red beard and hair, and a massive Twin bladed battle axe on his back. Heavy plate metal was all over his body minus his head, undoubtedly he had a helmet, but it was likely in his inventory. 

“You invited Alosa into the Temple. You know there's the chance. And then you complain when it does happen?” My Dad pressed. 

“The herbs were used to make many potions to cure the sick and innocent. Thousands of people every year are cured due to the efforts of this temple.”

“You can be compensated. But not by Alosa. And certainly not by her family. This is a Level 7 high rank Magic core.” He pulled it from his inventory. “It's two days old so it will have lost half of one percent of its maximum mana Capacity. Buy seeds and replant.” 

“Replanting takes time.”

“Fine. I'll keep the core. I'll assign a job at the school. Students will attend to help you replant and grow the Garden. After the first yield Students will re-attend to create the potions. Is this acceptable Sergeant?”

“Most generous Sir.”

“Good. It's settled.” 

“Hang on one second! I demand both the core and the replanting!” 

“Now you're just being greedy.” My dad said. 

“He is. But that's fine.” Devon tossed the core into the Priest's stomach where he grasped it with glee. “There's more important things to discuss. We need some privacy, thank you, Sergeant, if you could remain for a minute?”

“This is my Temple! I won't be…” Devon turned to him. I felt pressure exuded from him and all of it directed at the priest. The priest stumbled backwards, tripped on his robe and fell on his ass. He scrambled to get away. The soldier helped him to his feet and sent him away. 

“Alosa, I saw the hellfire tornado. How do you feel?” The pressure was gone and a light smile took its place as he turned his attention to me.

“Fine Sir, Awkward? My legs are longer. My proportions are off.”

“It happens if I'm honest. Not as drastically. But give it a week or two and you’ll feel more at home in your own skin.” He turned to the Soldier. “Sergeant, does this need a report?” The Soldier looked torn.

“It would be best. It was quite the sight.”

“Let's be honest. Alosa is the unwitting Culprit. I’m going to take responsibility for the Lady. Is there a way you could refer to Alosa as a Student of Phizala Delving Academy. Throw in my name instead?”

“I think that will be fine, Sir. If we need any information we can come find you.” 

“Good man.” He pulled out another core. “Low rank Five Core. Your men probably need a barrel of ale or two to settle their nerves.” 

“To cool down. I think you are right sir.” He received the core. “As a representative of the Guards I consider this civil matter closed. I'll have my report filed within the hour.” He made a short Salute and left. 

“Devon.” My mother said, “I’m a Baker. My husband is barely level three Hunter there is no way we would ever be able to compensate those cores you just…” Devon held up his hands. 

“I really don't care about the cores. I'll probably forget that I just handed out the pair in ten minutes. From the point of view of someone who has been at level 1. Crazy! As a level 38, there's better things to do with my time.” He turned to me. “I had a Warlock team mate in my Delving Career so I recognise a Warlock when I see one. Mr and Mrs Dekrel, Alosa need training. Phizala Delving Academy can take care of her and if she wishes to become a Delver then there is no better place to learn this side of the hemisphere.”

“Phizala?” My dads sounded incredulous. “But why?” 

“She's lucky. I was passing by and she has potential. Alosa you are an adult now. If you want to be a Delver the training we can provide you will take you far. Our facilities are second to none. Meals, accommodation, study materials will be provided. And because we train the best, you will find teams that will grow with you.” 

“Mum, Dad? I want to go.”