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There's your hanging manhood. But something is wrong. It takes a moment for your brain to realize, but soon it clicks: there's no sack hanging beneath. You grab your prick and move it aside, hoping desperately you've just made a mistake--and a vertical slit greets you. You stare transfixed for several seconds, your jaw hanging slack.

"Ew, gross." The dryad's face twists with disgust. You're not sure why, but that look makes you very, very angry.

"Excuse me?" you ask, letting your dick and cloth drop back into place.

"I said that's gross. Why would you have a man's... attached to you?"

Why indeed? You're pretty sure you had a dick and balls like a normal, male imp this morning. You had a pretty clear picture in your mind of using it on that priestess's giant jugs. The pussy is new. Is it because of your new name? Maybe that's part of being a probationary succubus: you have to have a succubus's parts. But if the balls disappeared, would the rod soon follow? Please no.

"The question is..." you begin, but pause and change your words. "What can I do to you with this attached to me?" A wicked grin fills your face as you spread your wings.

"EEK! Pervert!" The dryad runs away as only a dryad can: her nude form disappears into the tree, the bark returning to normal as though she had never been there. You don't even pretend to go after her; you can't see yourself doing anything to that underdeveloped body. You saw her naked body, she saw yours--and you're still as limp as a worm in the rain.

"I still need to find a--"

Fanfare interrupts your words. Your first reaction is to panic, but then you remember your last battle, the levels you earned...and your name. A smile spreads over your face. "I am Shelia," you declare to the world, "and Shelia doesn't lose."

You quickly drop from the branch to make preparations to greet the unsuspecting heroes.