THE CROSSED WORLDS WITH HIGH HUMAN RACE
"Yes, a pig, Joan. He will be your stuntman."
"But it's… a pig."
He chuckled at the look that she was giving the pig.
"Not for long."
*snap*
And with another snap of his fingers, the pig changed to an identical copy of Joan. The just transmuted pig was looking around, and with another snap of fingers, its eyes dulled a little and it went still. The 'new' Joan then went near the wall and layed down. The manacles slithered to 'her' feet and snapped in place. And then it went to sleep. Joan was watching all of that with a shocked expression on her face. She had just seen a pig appearing out of nowhere. Then it, the same pig, changed it's body to an identical copy of her own. Same clothes, same
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