Dungeons and Babes

Samuel had always been the textbook definition of a classic nerd: passionate about tabletop RPGs, master of spreadsheets, king of the d20, and a fierce advocate for well-crafted character sheets. In his younger days, weekends were sacred—epic sessions fueled by cheap soda, chips, and battles against treasure-hoarding, fire-breathing dragons.

But times changed. The crew migrated to digital worlds, and gathering a physical group became a legendary-level quest. Determined to revive the golden age of tabletop, Samuel spent weeks scouring obscure internet forums in search of like-minded souls. And wouldn’t you know it—he actually pulled a party together.

Excited beyond belief, he decided to prep the ultimate immersive setup. On a sunny Saturday, he set off on a quest to find props: ancient maps, miniatures, scented candles, and, of course, dusty books that looked like they belonged in a retired wizard's library. In a little antique shop downtown, he struck gold—and something more.

Back at his apartment, he opened the books to scatter them around the gaming table for ambiance. One, in particular, was extra worn, wrapped in the scent of ancient parchment, and it contained a little bonus: an old scroll with Latin inscriptions. Samuel, whose Latin was a bit rusty but serviceable, began to read it out loud—because obviously, that’s what you do when you find ancient mystical text.

The room spun. A chill shot down his spine. His vision went dark.

When he came to, something was… off. Very off.

His body, once awkward and hidden under a Cthulhu t-shirt, was now that of an absurdly gorgeous woman—long silky hair, curves that defied physics, and a face that could launch a thousand ships. He blinked a few times, disoriented… and reached for his glasses.

Yep, still blind as a bat.

Seriously? All that transformation—new body, new wardrobe, and not even a +1 to perception? The spell gave him bombshell looks but couldn’t be bothered to throw in some basic vision correction? Rude.

Still, the glasses worked just fine as a stylish accessory, now completing a “sexy librarian” look that could hypnotize any party of adventurers.

Confused, he touched his own body—for strictly scientific reasons, of course—and tried to process what had happened. Was it magic? A cursed artifact? An epic-level polymorph spell?

One thing was clear: game night would never be the same.

The following week, the players not only showed up on time—they brought snacks, complimented the lighting, and even did the dishes. Everyone was focused, engaged, enchanted. After all, they now had a brand-new reason to attend every session... well, two very obvious ones.

Samuel—or rather, Samantha, as she began introducing herself—was still searching for answers about that night. But one thing’s for sure: it's never been easier to fill a party for slaying dragons, saving kingdoms… and trying not to fog up her glasses every time someone cast Charm Person on her.