Reroll

I suppose I'll have a better view of the results nude… I go ahead and strip, taking a moment to examine my smooth mound, which is starting to open.

I look into the dead eyes in the mirror, shudder, and feel the heat start to subside. I start by trying to turn back into my old self: Nothing. Ah well, worth a shot. I suppose the Realistic Likeness feat does specify “any individual you have encountered,” and I guess my old body doesn't qualify. Pity.  Well… Charlie, then?

I focus and start to morph; my eyes look alive, my face turns human, my hair matches his brown, my body takes on a mousy appearance… and when it's done, I find a problem:

I'm still a girl; the “no brothers” clause seems to continue: Annoying.

I look… much like I'd imagine a female version of Charlie to look. Brown hair, a bit mousy, and easy to overlook. Well, I'm still face to face with a nude girl in the mirror, and this time her eyes aren't dead, so I start heating up again… but at least I look fully human and quite normal.

Before I'm too far gone to the heat, I close my eyes, take a breath, look away from the mirror, and dress up.  I go with a simple sweatshirt and jeans combination, with a nice sunhat: I don't want attention right now.

I then try out another feature of my chosen race: I went with the Superior Shapeshifter variant to get Fox Shape as a bonus feat. It lets me… well, turn into a literal fox.  I use it and discover a minor problem: I'm on the ground, and the mirror is over the sinks.  Well… I have a pretty significant Dexterity bonus like this, and I have Acrobatics  in-class from Battledancer, so… I scuttle back, do a running leap, and land on the sinks very easily.

Things are weird when you're just fourteen inches tall and eighteen inches long.  Everything is so huge.  Oh, and I can SMELL so well… ugh. Too much bleach… oh, and I smell blood? Oh, right: Women's locker room, it gets enough traffic that someone is getting a visit from Aunt Flo on any given day, and this is one of the places a woman would go to change.  

But that's not what I'm here for.

I check the mirror.  Okay… I'm a red fox. I look pretty normal… other than some blue streaks on my head, and clouded eyes… but the eyes aren't very noticeable, and dogs get that way when they're older… the eyes shouldn't cause too much of a stir.  The hair looks like I had it dyed. Heh. I guess as it's an alternate form, the undead state doesn't impact it much. Handy… I should make a collar with a phone number from Ed or Betty… maybe Ed AND Betty: That way folks will call them if I get caught.  And… huh, no milk… I wasn't getting a constant stream of it in female Charlie form either, come to think of it… handy.

I hop down off the sink and change back to my ‘normal’ form… only to have a rather painful burst of milk blast from my chest and get caught up in my fake clothes… which slides RIGHT off onto the floor.  Okay… so that's a temporary measure: I'm still producing when I'm in another form, and will need to be careful of when and how I revert.  Still: It is a nice benefit.

And I have one more form to check: Kitsune come with a default human form.  I switch to that… not  bad.  The same proportions as my ‘natural’ form, the same blue hair… my eyes look cloudy, but otherwise I look perfectly human. A pair of sunglasses and that'll do.

Of course, I'm minus a useful ID again; I need to think about how to solve that.

I switch back to female Charlie form, and head back to where Ed and Betty are waiting… huh, they already got rid of the corpse?

I greet them in Shae as a form of ID, “Call me Kenny. Shape changing is still limited to female forms, unfortunately.  This is what happens when I try to look like our erstwhile captive. Where'd you put his body?”

Ed looks away. Betty sighs and answers, “We let him go.  Neither of us could bring ourselves to slit his throat.”

That's… but his people KILLED ME… but Betty and Ed didn't die… and I'm here to talk to them so they're not feeling my death… and he was a prisoner taken in battle… I pause for a long moment, and choose my words, “I think I get it. It's one thing to be ruthlessly practical when the enemy is a figment of your imagination, quite another when he's a living, breathing PERSON right in front of you that's going to die bleeding on the floor.  That's… probably a good thing.”  I sigh, “but it does complicate matters. He's seen our faces,” well… your faces, and the real face I don't plan to use often.  Not the one I'm wearing.

“We know,” Ed answers, “But… well, are you that cold blooded?”

I consider for a long moment, “Probably not,” even though my blood doesn't flow anymore, “I did leave the room rather than doing it myself, after all, so I… probably would have made the same choice eventually.”

“So what now?” Betty inquires.

“I could use a new ID…” I look at her hopefully, but I somehow doubt….

She cringes, “Yeah… I only had the access codes for that one machine, and I doubt it works anymore.  We're stuck.”

Ed considers, “So I'm stuck as E.Z. Lay?”

I cringe, “Beats no ID at all.  At least they're not checked often.  It's just a swipe at the dining hall most of the time, after all.”

Betty raises an eyebrow, “And you don't even need that anymore, do you?”

I chuckle, “No. Necropolitan. The Pathfinder changes to the undead type make it very suitable for a charisma-based build.”

Ed nods slowly, “and the normal drawbacks don't apply here, especially as you can shape shift.”

I grin, “Yes. It's a good build for the situation. A proper animal companion to tank for me, Charisma-based spells, Charisma to fortitude and reflex twice, will once, Charisma to hit points, Charisma to Armor Class twice, face capabilities, and the giant suite of undead immunities. Quite solid indeed for third.”

“And a good chassis for growing on; full casting is no joke,” Betty adds.

Ed chuckles, “There's a reason we all nabbed it. Regardless… where next?”

I smile, “the catwalk over the main gymnasium. There's a little room up there that used to be the sound booth before the last remodel; nobody goes up there anymore unless they need to replace the amps, which happens about once every five YEARS. Grab a couple of yoga mats for comfort on the way up and you can rest safely enough.” Won’t need blankets. Part of the reason they moved the booth was because heat rises, and we lost one too many of the expensive sound boards to sweat dripping off of techs’ hands during summer events. “There's even some power outlets we can use to charge our phones and laptops.”

“Which is especially important for you, I'd wager,” Betty adds.

“Right…” Ed picks up, “because you don't sleep now.”

“Or eat, drink, breathe, or age,” I agree, “I could fill a backpack with rocks and go explore the Marinera Trench… which is honestly tempting.”

“Since when are you a fan of oceanography?” Betty seems confused.

“He’s not,” Ed counters, “but it’d be REALLY hard for anyone to find him, much less attack him, that far underwater.  There's a reason he plays turtle builds.”

“Got it in one,” I confirm, “and I do like nature.  But I don't plan to abandon you two any time soon.  Let's go….”

We grab some yoga mats, I show them to the stairs, and we head up with the ‘service animals’ I  tow.  As everyone starts to settle down for the night, Ed speaks up, “We can eat at the dining hall… but what are we going to do for the beasts?”

I sigh, “I kept Dream Feast for just that reason.  You have it too Betty?”

She nods, “Yes, but obviously as I'm a prepared caster, I only have enough for myself and Sally here.”

I nod, "That's fine… I'm Spontaneous, so I can just spam it.  You handle yourself and your dog, I'll get everyone else.  Enjoy your actually filling dreams of tasty food.” That is literally what the spell does, after all: Grants dreams of eating a fine feast, and actually sustains the subject in the process.

With that, we all settle down for a long night. I cast my spell after I'm sure everyone is asleep, and spend time doing archive delves on Scribble Hub for the eight hours the two arcane casters need to refresh their spells (as a Divine caster, I just need a scheduled hour of prayer, no rest necessary).

But at midnight, I smell sulfur….