Class Change Chronicles - Bard
(Based on the series by KiasCaps)

Class Crystals, mysterious objects that can change the proficiency of the user. These special items were all the rage amongst adventurers, allowing them to improve or retool their skills as they grew. For the most part, these crystals remained within the property of the Church, only granted to those that were willing to fork up the gold. However, these crystals existed everywhere one could find, but be warned, as they still had a price to pay...

“Woah!” Exclaimed Sir Edgar, his eyes nearly popping out of his sockets. He banged the table with both fists and pointed towards the corner of the bar where a gorgeous, busty bard was tuning her lute, preparing to perform. “Look! Who’s the new tavern wench?”

Lukas wiped the beer spillage with the sleeve of his robe, annoyed by his friend’s show of passion. “You remember that sleazy young thief we hired a few years ago? Guy could barely keep his eyes off the noble girls of Armacia long enough to pick our locks.” The knight nodded. “Well I noticed something was off about her, so I asked the innkeep... and he said that that’s him.”

Sir Edgar laughed, gesturing in the shape two large orbs on his chest. “No offence, wizard, but I don’t think there’s many men with ‘tracts of land’ like those.”

“Obviously.” Lukas continued. “As I was saying, the ‘keep said something about an black market class crystal. Said that the thief wanted to pick up some instruments hoping it would help him seduce more ladies to his bed. Instead, or so it goes, something went horribly wrong and now he’s a lady. The object of affection for every man in the city.”

The bard cleared her throat. “This one does out to Sir Edgar...” Winking, she began to strum to a famous bawdy tune.

“She knows who I am!” Sir Edgar said, flabbergasted. “So it’s true...”

“I’ve heard stories about effects like this before. Sequestered warlocks becoming beautiful witches, masculine warriors becoming motherly clerics. It’s his fault for daring to go against the Church. Powerful magical artefacts are dangerous when handled by novices.”

As he spoke the bard came up to their table, still playing her lute as she grinned at the knight, their eyes tracing each others bodies hungrily. Licking her lips she leaned forward, deliberately showing off her lengthy cleavage as she wiped the alcohol from the side of her partner’s lips. “So, big tiger. Been a while since we’ve seen each other. I was worried I would hate it as a lady, but now I never have to worry about getting people into bed with me... And I do love big, handsome hunks like you.” She grinned, moving back to the stage.

“What was that?” said Sir Edgar, his mouth agape. “I know she used to be a man, but that body...”

Lukas chuckled. “It’s alright, meathead. I’m not judging you if you want to see her. Oh, and I think she left something for you.” He pointed towards the small piece of parchment that she had left on the table, a room number for the inn they were in. “It must be an invitation. So... are you going to give it a shot?”

Slamming the table again, Sir Edgar took a long, hard swig of beer. “Of course... how could I resist those breasts?”