...and Damsel in Distress

I watched in shock as I found my avater again changing to match another player's specifications. I could feel myself shrinking as I became shorter and more petite (To my chagrin everywhere but my breasts), and the long hair falling into my face became a glorious golden blonde. I could hear the clatter of the other player's greaves against the cobblestones. He would be on me any minute, but desperate curiosity drove me to look at my MAP. I had to know what had changed aside from my appearance. NAME - MISTY GENDER - FEMALE RACE - HUMAN AGE - 21 LEVEL "“ 7 EXP "“ 02/150 BASIC FEMALE APPEARANCE "“ HAIR COLOR: GOLDEN BLONDE HAIR LENGTH: PAST WAIST COMPLEXION: FAIR EYES: BLUE HEIGHT: 5'0" WEIGHT: 120 LBS CLOTHING SIZE: 2 CHEST: 36" DD-CUP WAIST: 26" HIPS: 36" HANDEDNES: RIGHT ADVANCED APPEARANCE "“ TATTOOES: NA PEIRCINGS: NA EQUIPMENT: WEAPONS "“ RIGHT HAND: NA LEFT HAND: NA ARMOR "“ HEAD: ANCIENT COLLAR (EFFECTS UNKNOWN) TOP HALF: NA BOTTOM HALF: NA LEGS: NA FEET: NA UNDERNEATH: NA CLASS - PRINCESS PERSONALITY "“ SEXY, DEMURE, DITZY SPECIALITIES "“ DANCE TECHS AND OTHER (STORY CHARACTER) ITEMS "“ JOURNAL & MAP STATS: STR: 8/50 DEX: 20/50 WIS: 2/50 CON: 10/50 INT: 2/50 CHA: 45/50 Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. I now understood what had happened to me. I had only escaped from Rex because someone else was using me. Maybe Rex was disqualified for player killing, but for whatever reason I was no longer part of his storyline. This wasn't my secret quest. I was just an NPC along for the ride, and from the looks of things I was more of a damsel in distress than a hero!