To your new chambers.

"In." The shaman ushers you into a large black tent filled with the exotic scents of herbs, spices, and the whirring lights of alchemical spheres and contraptions. She leads you to a four walled room that is empty but for a single bed and closet, the room is tiny in comparison to the tent but seeing as how you don't own much, you doubt you'll mind too much. "Stay here until I come back, I will need to acquire a suitable set of clothes for you." you nod meekly and sit on the bed, surprised at how plushy the cushion feels against your ass. After a few minutes the shaman slides into the room, holding a dress, mirror, collar, and what appears to be a tiny cage. She hands you the dress, and you blanch at the sight of it, but the six foot eight she orc towering over you is enough to coerce you into the dainty, barely see through fabric. "Mmm, it fits you quite well, and your little partner seems to be enjoying it." the shaman purrs as you delight for just a moment the way the soft silk brushes against your tiny penis. You stop and realize yourself. You're a fucking man, not some prissy bitch, you won't be ordered around like this.