New Body, New Tribe

"My how pretty you both look." My Master said to my mom and I as we stood in front of him for our evening inspection. Ever since my duties had expanded to the bed chamber Master had been adding extra doses of alchemical reagents to my food. My hips had widened, my features softened, my body hair fell out as my head hair grew thicker and more luscious. But worst of all were the perky B-cups that had been growing in for the better part of six months. "Your boy is growing into quite the pretty girl, isn't she, ****?" The sorcerer asked my mom.
"Yes. Master." Mom answered him roboticly. "You have turned my John into a very sexy dick-girl. Every mother's dream." The Master did not like the sarcasm that crept into Mom's tone. I heard the audible SLAP sound when he struck my mother. I wanted to kill him, but I was too afraid and too well trained to defy my owner. My owner looked at my with a smirk that would have solicited a punch in the face from any free man, but as a ****, all I could do was take it.
The sorcerer started stroking my cock. "You should be proud of what a sexy dick-girl you have become. I am sure that are going to be very, very popular tomorrow. But for now..." Master snapped his fingers and mom and I crawled into his bed. Mom started kissing me as I started frigging her, the two of us fondled the other's tits while the sorcerer watched us and stroked his shaft. Eventually the old goat would get hard enough and pick decide which of our five holes he planned to stick it in. My eyes were closed and I tried my best to imagine myself somewhere else when I felt the old man's hands grab my ass and push my legs apart. "Splendid. What a lovely ass you have, ****." Master said giving my rear a slap.

I woke up with a shock. It took me a moment to realize that I had been dreaming. I looked around and found myself in strange and unfamiliar surroundings. I was lying on a bed that felt as soft as my master's ever was in what at first glance looked like a very elaborate tent with silk tapestries and colored lamps decorating the spacious hexagonal room. I found a peculiar young child staring at me. The child had wings, horns, and a tail. Their skin was decorated with gleaming jewel-like scales. We stared at each other for a few seconds before the cherub giggled and flew out the tent's front flap. "He is awake! He is awake!" The child said. I tried to sit up but found that every muscle in my body was in total agony. I was able to turn and see a mirror. What I saw shocked me.
I had a beard. I had muscles. I had WINGS!
What I did not have was breasts, or girly hips. I looked like a Man, a masculine Man. A draconic masculine man!
I stared at myself wide eyed when the woman came in. "You are lucky to be alive." She said. "If Keylaar and Gibrhine had not been hunting nearby where you crashed you would probably be worm food. When they brought you in we were all surprised. You have been the talk of the tribe." She said. "So friend, do you have a name? With which tribe do you fly? Do you know which way they were heading?"
"John. John Doe." I tell her. "and I am not sure what you are talking about. Last thing I remember was trying to... trying to escape and the next thing I know I am here and I look like this." I said suddenly discovering the ability to grow and retract claws. I smiled and laughed as I made the razor talons appear and disappear.
The winged woman looked at me incredulously. "I think you need to have a word with the shaman." She said.

"Please. Where am I? Who are you people and what is going on with this?" I asked stretching my wings. "I expected the alchemicals to do something to my body, but what in the eight hells happened to me?" I ask.
"I cannot answer that last question. Maybe the shaman can help you with that. But as to the others. You are with the MorningLightMountain Tribe. We transited third chime at the junction of 12:17 and 9:45 on the crosspoint of Ku and Neb." She could tell I was confused. "You. You really have no idea what I am talking about. Yeah. You really need to see the shaman."