The strange occupant in her head let out a happy burst of laughter. I knew you'd like it.

Raven more than liked it. She adored it, immediately and completely. She gazed down on her naked flesh. Her breasts were firm, nicely rounded, not too small, but not so big they were awkward. Her belly was smooth, not protruding at all. Her hips curved perfectly. Her thighs were molded as an artist of pornographic illustrations would make them, taut and supple. Where they joined her slim, sleek, beautifully healthy body was a thatch of golden curls.

"Raven? Are you there?"

She blinked. This voice had come from outside the borders of her skull, and it sounded somewhat familiar. But Raven couldn't yet tear her gaze away from the spectacular sight of herself. She raised a hand and touched herself here and there, testing the impossible flesh. Incredibly, it all felt real.

But it couldn't be. She didn't look anything like this. She was shapeless and heavy. Her body didn't curve this way, or have this sculpted tone. This was the body of someone beautiful, someone ideally feminine, one of those females who had total confidence in their physical selves. Raven wasn't one of those.

She was ambitious. She was a fledgling wizard. She had been assigned by Lord Matokin himself, leader of the Felk Empire, to spy on General Weisel in the field. It was a hugely important duty.

By the madness of the gods, she wasn't even a blond! Her hair was dark and stringy and as unsightly as anything else about her. What was happening here?

"Raven? Bah! This is foolish. How are we supposed to know it's worked?"

"Have some patience, General," said another voice. "And some faith. You certainly should trust the process."

Raven thought she recognized this voice as well as the first. She blinked more, rubbing her eyes, tearing her stare away from further study of this body.