Jade's Lair

Wicke pulls the writhing mass of curse out, and writhe it does. It's practically alive, a grotesque black thing somewhere between a tapeworm and a thornbush. Jade stumbles back, breathes deeply, and, externally, seems unchanged. "Phew. That..." She hears her soprano voice, and, with an expression of surprise, looks down at herself. "Huh. I thought this would make me a guy again." She cringes a little at hearing herself speak. "This is... Weird." She gently cups her breasts in her hands. "Did it work?" She's not sure it did. She does feel different, but she's still a she. Not that she really has a problem with that, she realizes.