Humanity Shenanigans

You land in the same clearing you've been using to hide your transformations. After another couple minutes, you're back in Camilla's house. She almost immediately strips to change clothes, and you blushingly turn away to give her at least a bit of privacy.

"I'm going to talk to Gilford and maybe Garth about our raid. Make yourself at home, and I'll be back in an hour or so." You hear the door close out of line of sight, leaving you alone in the shack.

You quickly make note that there's not a lot to do. Damn, I miss video games already... You dismiss the thought, thinking that there's no way video games could exist based on the technology of the time... Unless...sentient machines and biomachines already exist...so maybe there's some kind of equivalent of video games? It's an interesting thought, and you hope to explore it further in action, but with Camilla's pregnancy, you're kind of tied down here until you figure out how that's going to go.

You stand up off the bed, searching through the dresser and cabinets, trying to familiarize yourself with the place. The guy is supposed to be able to take care of their pregnant woman, so I'd better be able to make her comfortable in her own home. Your thoughts distract you when you come across a hand mirror among her clothes. Picking it up, you see your polymorphed self in the reflection, looking much like yourself from back home with your now slightly above-average face, but your short flat hair is a silver color, and your eyes are heterochromatic, one being blue and the other brown - no, a deep red - both new things that you're not quite used to. You drop the polymorph, watching your skin turn a sickly shade of bluish-purple, a bit lighter than what you recall the Demon King's tone is, with black horns curling out of your head. You open your mouth and notice your teeth are more pointed, something you're surprised you didn't notice from your tongue swirling around in there.

"I'm surprised they haven't outright called me a demon..." You toss the mirror on the bed, closely following behind it as you stare at the ceiling. Humanity helps, but if my human form gets discovered, there's no hope for me to stay hidden...Unless... You think back to the wording of the angel's boon. Could I...become someone else? You grab the mirror, ready to test your theory, and attempt to polymorph into the first person you could think of: Camilla. You watch, as your silver hair turns brunette, your face becomes rounder, and your eyes turn hazel. Elsewhere on your body, you feel lumps of flesh begin to grow from your chest, and your dick and tentacles retreat into you. "It...worked." Your free hand goes to your throat. Despite the transformation, you're surprised when you hear Camilla's voice come from your lips. You pull down the collar of your shirt, not to be a pervert (which you plan to get to eventually), but to spot the two large scars (and many other smaller ones) that are on her chest and torso. "That's freaky..."

You're about to change back and experiment more when suddenly the door swings open, banging against the wall. "Cammy!" You barely spot Kara as she barrels toward you and tackles you into the bed. (Luckily, you were still sitting on it.) What's Kara doing here? With her head buried in your chest (which feels both pleasant and awkward with your new assets), you hug her back. She suddenly lets go of you, seeming quite cross with 'Cammy'. She slaps you, hard. "You need to stop doing this, Cammy! Stop trying to be a hero!" Now that you're getting a good look at her, her cheeks are puffier than you remember, tears welling up in her eyes.

Shit, what would Camilla say here? "I-I'm fine, see? Nothing to worry about." You stretch your arms to the side.

Kara pulls at your shirt collar, revealing the scar over your heart. "You walk through town with a hole in your chestplate and call it fine? You could have died!"

'I' did die... "I'm fine, I swear! I took the new guy out for some hornet hunting, and I got patched up quick."

At that, Kara's eyes go wide before she turns away. "You can't trust him. H-he just came into town yesterday, after all." It's more difficult to say from this angle, but you think she's pouting.

You think back to the monstrous appearance of yourself that you only just discovered as you sit up, forcing Kara to do the same. "He...yeah, I can see why you'd think that. But he's trying, and I'm pretty sure I'd actually be dead right now if it weren't for him. We ran into...quite a few hornets."

You see Kara go into deep thought before turning to you, looking you in the eye. "Be careful, okay? He's still...weird."

"You're telling me." You chuckle. "Now, why don't you run along. I have some things to take care of."

"Oh no you don't. You're on bedrest until I know for a fact you've healed up. I'll head home to grab some things, but when I get back, I'd better find you resting in bed, okay."

You groan, imagining Camilla doesn't like idling. "Fine, but only because I know the new guy can handle himself for a bit. If something comes up, I'm getting up too, okay?"

The blond giggles. "Always trying to be the hero..." She brushes a strand of hair away from your face, smiling as she looks you in the eye. Without warning, she kisses your cheek. "There's glory to be won at home too, you know." With that, she blushes, now hurrying out the door without so much as a goodbye.

After a moment, making sure she doesn't come back immediately, you drop your polymorph. What the heck just happened? Just in case, you polymorph again, this time to your own human form. It's much more comfortable, and now that you think about it, doesn't feel as 'fake' as turning into Camilla's twin.

While you're still putting together exactly what happened, the original Captain Camilla enters, looking a bit weary in a casual shirt and long shorts. "You're thinking again."

"Uh, sorry." You move to let her sit on the bed. "Question - and promise me you won't get mad."

"What? Did you discover some new way to mess with my life?" She tiredly looks at you. "Oh, gods, you did..." She rubs her nose with both hands. "Alright, out with it. What amazing new power did you discover?" She lifts her leg onto the bed, now facing you.

You sigh, unsure if she's messing with you or genuinely serious. "So, you know how I can make myself look human? Apparently, I can make myself look like any human. I was testing it out, for some reason turned into you, and Kara came by and thought I was you. By the way, I may have signed you up for bedrest."

"Between nearly dying and being pregnant to who-knows-what, I'm actually fine with it. Besides, Kara can be real pushy when it comes to my health." She chuckles. "She's been nursing me since we were kids."

Your mind drifts to the kiss Kara gave 'Cammy'. "...have you ever wondered why that is?"

Camilla shrugs. "Childhood friends. I'm only a few years older than her, but our families live right next to each other in a small town. Despite our different views on life, we've been peas in a pod for well over a decade." She leans back, resting on her hand.

"Have you ever considered her as...more than a friend?"

You feel like if she was taking a drink, she would have done a spit-take. Instead, her hand slips and she has to catch herself. "What?! Nonono, she's just a friend. She doesn't even swing that way!" Despite her visible exhaustion, Camilla's very active in her gestures right now.

You chuckle, quickly polymorphing to look like the blond that your captain is clearly infatuated with. "And you do?"

"Don't go putting words in my mouth, Private! And change back to yourself right now!"

"But Cammy! I've wanted to be with you our whole lives!" You lean up next to her, ensuring she gets a look at 'your' cleavage. She doesn't push you away, but you know your time is short, so you return to your personal human guise. "She's interested, you should ask her out."

"No, she's not!" She weakly kicks you as you chuckle.

"She is, she- Kara! Long time no see! Cap was just telling me all about how you're here to take care of her." The blond enters the room, holding a picnic basket in her arm. You stand and immediately walk over to her as she stands confused. "Well, since I know she's in good hands, I'll head out." Then you whisper in her ear. "Ask her out, she likes you, too." Feeling satisfied with your 'expert' matchmaking skills, you leave the two ladies to their devices.

"What just happened with him?" Kara stands confused, just inside Cammy's 'barracks'.

The brunette sighs as she stands. "Nothing. He's trying to cause trouble."

"I told you you shouldn't trust him." Kara pauses as she sets her basket on the counter, thinking on what he just said to her. "Listen, about earlier...I was being a bit impulsive. I shouldn't try to **** something if you're not ready."

Camilla wonders what had happened between 'herself' and Kara to cause her to say that. Internally cursing her Private on not giving her details, she decides to be vague. "It's...fine. I just wasn't expecting it, is all."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to make anything awkward between us." Kara begins taking fruits and vegetables out of the basket and setting them on the counter.

It suddenly clicks for Camilla. Or, she thinks it does, since she can't ask directly without seeming like a jerk. "Kara, come here."

The blond turns to see her counterpart patting the bed next to her. She goes to sit, a bit closer to Camilla than she intended. "What is it? The stew will only wait so long, you know."

Camilla's heart flutters as it beats heavily. Kara's stew was always the best. She shakes her head to get back to the task at hand. "About earlier...are you sure about this? I've got a lot more baggage now than you think...and I thought you always wanted kids!"

"Kids or not, I know that I want to be with you. If we can find a way to have kids with that, all the better." Kara smiles warmly before giving Camilla a hug. "You take all the time you need to think about it while I cook an early dinner." She stands just in time to hear a bang from the back door. After sharing a look with her potential girlfriend, Kara opens the back door, spotting you in a pile of swords after you had slipped against the weapon rack.