Disguise himself

“We need to get out of here,” Duncan says to Gorgall. “Tawnley is in league with my brother. If he finds out we aren’t in that prison, he’ll have us arrested and who knows what else!”

“I don’t see any other exit,” replies Gorgall. “Perhaps I can help with a different strategy.”

Before Duncan can reply, he feels a peculiar tingling all over his body. He looks down and sees a whispery black mist emerge from every pore until his entire body is covered in the thick, black amorphous substance. Before his eyes, the black substance takes form, enveloping his body and becoming solid. Hey feels some tightness in his upper arms as the substance squeezes and compresses his muscles like a very tight, unrelenting shirt. The same thing happens with his calves. With some horror, he feels something happening between his legs, and as he looks, he can tell that Gorgall is repositioning his cock, as if Duncan were being **** to wear a tight-fitting swimsuit while sporting an uncomfortable boner.

As he continues to watch, the substance changes color from black to flesh color. Duncan looks down at his chest and sees female breasts. He looks at his hands, and they look like a girl’s. His eyes dart to between his legs just in time to see a thin patch of pubic hair sprout at the very top of a perfectly-formed vagina.

“What did you do to me?” He is so alarmed that he almost said the words out loud.

“Just think of it as wearing a suit,” replies Gorgall. “I haven’t actually changed you at all; I just wrapped myself around you. Don’t worry... everything is still attached and functional.” As if in emphasis, Duncan felt his “skin suit” grasp and caress his penis, which was somehow miraculously covered by Gorgall.

Before he can take it all in, Tawnley steps into the shower room.

“Ah... I thought there was someone else in here,” he says, leering at Duncan with undisguised interest. “A don’t think we’ve met yet, have we, my dear?” The satyr steps toward Duncan, unabashedly looking over every inch of what he seems to believe is a naked female body.

“You must be new to the staff, aren’t you?”

Duncan is tongue-tied. He isn’t sure what the satyr is seeing, but it’s hard for him to imagine that he could possibly be in a convincing-enough disguise to actually pass as a woman. He opens his mouth to answer, but no response comes to his mind.

“My name is Sierra.”

Duncan jumps in surprise at the words and voice that come from his mouth. Gorgall has decided to be their spokesperson, apparently, and he was not at all prepared for this.

“Don’t be nervous around me, Child,” says the Satyr, stepping closer and sniffing carefully. “You have a most delightful scent about you; I do love a girl who cherishes cleansliness.”

Tawnley takes Duncan’s hand. Before kissing it, he inhales deeply. “You have been busy with your co-workers, haven’t you?” Tawnley’s tongue escapes his lips and slowly licks its way over Duncan’s hand and wrist.

“Yes... the taste confirms the scent. You are a naughty little thing, are you not?” He grins and fingers the horns on his forehead. “We have something in common. I, too, am quite horny.”

Duncan is so overcome by so many feelings and thoughts that he doesn’t know what to say. He does know enough, however, to send a silent warning to Gorgall to be quiet.

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know,” responds Gorgall. “Satyrs are the mortal enemy of the G’mere. I just hope the scent of sex still hangs in the air strong enough to cover my scent; they can sniff us out whenever we change form.”

Tawnley looks at Duncan for several moments before making a decision. He calls over his shoulder and a guard steps into the shower room.

“Guard, take Sierra to my quarters. I wish to get to know her better.”

“Yes, sir,” says the guard. “I’ll put her with the other girls.”

“The other girls?” responds Tawnley, evidently having forgotten about Eva and Tam. “Oh yes.... We’ll, now that I think about it, I’d like some alone time with Sierra.”

He looks at Duncan and asks, “How would you like to show me where you are staying?”