I opened my eyes to see nothing but sand. It wasn’t like I was at the beach and there was sand everywhere, it was like I was trapped in the middle of a sand tornado. Torsando? Sandnado? I don’t know, but it felt...calm. I looked at my arms as I drifted through it, and felt a pang of fear as I saw my hoodie slowly crumbling to sand.

I took a look at the rest of my body and sucked in a sharp breath as I saw the rest of my clothes crumbling into sand at the same speed. It took about 30 seconds before my hoodie was crumbled enough that it slipped off me in chunks and floated off somewhere into the sandnado. My pants, my shoes, my shirt and everything else followed, even the two rubber band bracelets I got from my cousin, the friendship bracelet from my friend Kari , and the wooden band thing I got from a corner store showing pictures of what looked like Christian saints.

Next I saw my feet slowly crumble away, followed by my arms getting covered by more and more sand, like my body was shedding it away like dead skin. It was like that with the rest of my upper body, while my lower body became encrusted with sand. I could feel weights grow on my back and chest and begin to drag on my hair while I watched the sand collect on my arms. I could feel that under all the sand parts of myself were falling apart.

With a look down, I saw my entire lower half encased in sand, and when I tried to move my legs or feet and couldn’t move it. That’s when I felt fear. Why couldn’t I move my feet? What was going on!?

I saw sand climbing up my chest, encasing it as well while the sand on my arms got stiffer and stiffer. I couldn’t help but scream as the sand started climbing up my neck towards my head. My head started getting pulled back as something started yanking my hair. I screamed again as the sand reached my face and started to force my mouth shut. Before the sand reached my eyes, I saw a light at the end of the tunnel...and it was extinguished by my eyes closing.

When the Sun returned, I could feel the sting of it hitting my unprotected eyes like it usually does when I don’t wear my glasses. With a groggy groan, I reached up to my head to put my glasses back down from my hair to my eyes while I closed them. As soon as my hand hit my hair, something felt….different. I could feel the sand brushing my back and legs and….wait. My hand brushed my empty hair...which felt longer and softer than it did before. I could feel something hanging off my wrist and something pushing into my back and my legs definitely felt...different.

I reached my other hand down to my thighs to feel what was wrong and felt...scales. A jolt of fear raced through me as I opened my eyes in surprise to get an eyeful of pure Sun.

“FUCK!” I roared as I shut my eyes and covered them with my hands as they stung. My face itself felt...off as well. While I tried to mentally force away the glowing black spots from my vision I felt my hands around my face, feeling like a blind person did. “...uh-oh.”

My hands discovered what was definitely not my face. My skin was a lot softer and was unusually colder than usual. The big difference was, however, the fact that it was unusually feminine!

I tried opening my eyes again, this time blocking out at least some of the blinding light with a hand. While the light was still unusually bright, I wasn’t blinded again. I saw an forearm that looked way too girly for it to be mine, but moving it back and forth proved it was mine. I around and saw sand.

I wasn’t in the sandnado anymore, but I was certain I wasn’t in America anymore. It also didn’t look like any desert I knew of. I tried to pull myself into a sitting position, and felt something on my chest weighing me down while something on my back pulled me back to the sand. After a few dozen attempts I managed to pull myself to my butt. I put a hand over my eyes like shade so I could see before looking down and gasping.

Boobs. Instead of the pecs and toned stomach I worked so hard on over the year I saw a pair of massive boobs. But...I was a guy, so I shouldn’t have things like this! So I reached my free hand under my boobs and towards my crotch to find…

“...oh...fuck!” I cursed as I found something that wasn’t there before: A hole. My Federal Love Project was gone! My zipper-ripper! My family jewels! My...my...no…

I barely noticed the green tail covered in rainbow feathers and the wing on each wrist as my vision started to narrow as I could feel my mind starting to shut down.

I could hear two voices, one inside my head, the other outside, and I couldn’t understand what either was saying. I choked as I fell backwards into the sand as everything went black.

I slowly opened my eyes to the feeling that something new was off. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw a ceiling of metal bars, like a cage. I could feel a floor of cold metal bars under me, making my arms and...tail cold, but my back was oddly warm for some reason. I reached out an arm to grab the bars and pull myself up.

Getting to my ‘feet’ was harder than I thought it would be, so I settled for leaning against the barred wall. With a sigh I looked at my new body. I was definitely a girl now, I had all the...attributes of one. I checked out my tail again, to see what it really looked like. It was forest green with rainbow feathers running down the center like a feathery mohawk. I also had two small rainbow wings about halfway into the wings. The tail ended with a giant-ish rainbow feather plume thing, giving it a pretty cool look.

I reached an arm back to see what gave my back such a warm feeling, and wasn’t as surprised as I should that I found more feathers. After a couple dozen attempts I found the right muscles to open the wings and was pleasantly surprised to see two large wings and two smaller wings underneath them. I closed the wings before lying back onto the wall and wondering what to do next.

“Ah, its awake.” I could hear a voice say from a short distance away. Turning towards the voice showed a horse wearing what definitely looked like Arabian aesthetics and a unicorn stallion wearing oddly Egyptian armor. The Arabian horse had a pretty good poker face while the unicorn had a cruel grin.

“Yes, she has woken up.” The Arabian horse said in a very cultured voice, which made me decide the rough voice I heard earlier was the unicorn’s. “That definitely helps the process.”

“Process?” I asked, deciding that whatever was going to happen was probably not going to be good. The horse chuckled before walking closer to the bars as the unicorn dug through his saddle bags.

“Quetzali, do you have a name?” The horse asked, giving me what was definitely not a warm smile.

Well...what was that name that man suggested I use when I was still on Earth? Gretel? Giga? No...it was Gilgamesh!

“My name is Gilgamesh.” I said as confidently as I could while the horse raised an eyebrow.

“A very...manly name for a Quetzali.” He waved a hoof like he was dismissing something. “Regardless, what are you doing so far from the Southern Rainforest?”

Southern Rainforest….oh, maybe that’s where the ‘Quetzali’ live! Well...I might as well tell the truth.

“Some guy took me from my home, turned me into this and tossed me into this desert.” I said honestly. “He said something about a ‘game’.”

The horse’s look got a lot colder before he turned to the unicorn and nodded, which made the unicorn pull something out of his bag and walk towards me. I looked down at him to see what he was doing, which made him grin and float what was in his into the cage. It looked like a dog collar, and opened itself in front of my eyes and float towards me.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked as I pressed myself back against the bars in a futile attempt to get away from the collar. The collar wrapped itself around my neck pretty snuggly before the horse nodded to himself.

“What are we going to do with her?” The unicorn asked in his curiosity, looking up to the horse with a little awe. The horse chuckled lowly to himself.

“We’re going to take her to the Pharaoh.”

Author's Note

Yes, finally done with revisions! Okay, now I can get the party started for reals! :D