A succubus

You stared deeply at your reflection.
"What the fuck"! You exclaimed in a voice that wasn't quite what it had been before whatever transpired to be kidnapped by the cultist.
This voice was...... yours but more than that.... the echo other voices behind, some deeper and more masculine but others softer and feminine.
You shook your head as you began to notice the changes your body had taken; your skin had turned a deep crimson and your face had become more defined yet at the same time much more feminine, your eyes now glowed with yellow light, your hair had grown longer and was held in a high ponytail that resembled a streak of the ebony sky on a cool winter's eve. Just above your eyebrows stood two large jagged horns that reached a meter into the sky, strangely the horns were not heavy nor did they hinder movement.

Your body that was once the epitome of masculinity had been transformed into that of a feminine hourglass that women would kill for.

Your new breasts were larger than any you had personally seen on a woman yet did not sag as you would have expected for breasts that size. Your nipples were dark with perfectly circular areolas that were just the right size for your newly formed breasts.

You arched your arms to grope the massive mounds of flesh that now calls your chest their home but stopped to glare at your limbs.

Your arms had lost their masculine edge but were no less pleasing to the eye, where your arms attached to your shoulders stood small studs of black bone, your reached to rub the knobs of bone to find that your hands had become slender with longer fingers ending in short ebony talons of near pure darkness.

You tried to stand only to lose your balance and fell hard against the concrete floor.
Staring at your legs you see that your thighs had become thicker and further apart, your lower legs had become longer and had formed a second knee and your feet had become hooves giving them an almost goat like appearance.

Trying to stand again you notice something swaying behind you like a pendulum from your now more plump read. "Is that a fucking tail"?! You exclaim in the many voices that made up your own. The new appendage was long and snake like in appearance its red skin shining in the low light. focusing on moving the tail you find that it has the dexterity of movement that resembled that of a tree climbing primate save for its lack of fur and its barbed tip.

Shocked at these dramatic changes your soft lips part and your mouth opens to reveal a set of perfect white teeth and a red tongue that ended in a harsh point.
Before you could react your tongue unfolded itself from your mouth and only stopped once it reached the center of your new cleavage.

You looked down to see the tongue writhe for a few seconds as a snakes might when in search of prey then it retracted and folded itself back into your mouth. For such a large piece of flesh it was strange how it fit so easily into the small feminine mouth that it called home. Your closed your ebony lips then looked at your reflection again.

Focused On the rest of your body you didn't notice that you had lost that which was most important to you.......

Your manhood.

Replacing your once well endowed penis was now a small pair of crimson lips with a small tuft of black pubic hair above it.

How had this happened? you thought. Why did you look like this? Where were you? And most importantly, where was your penis?

You look around trying to make sense of your situation and notice a small pile of garbage bags.

Stumbling over on your newly hooved feet you notice a sleeping hobo wearing a tattered trench coat with a pair of torn jeans and some grey fingerless gloves.

You were cold. You thought to yourself and found that your hands had already begun to undo the buttons holding the coat closed.
The homeless man opened his eyes and stared at you in fear. But no sooner did he awake than pass out from fear as he saw your talons near his unclean face.

You removed his clothing and put it on whilst the garments were old and smelly you knew that it was better to wear them than to die (if you could in this body) of hypothermia.
While the coat fit rather well around your well formed chest it still needed to have several of its buttons undone to prevent your chest from bursting through the garment. The jeans however needed to have a new hole torn in the back to allow your tail to swing freely but the jeans only covered your legs until the start of your second knee causing them to still be out in the cold of this unknown place.

You look to the sky to see storm clouds gather and decide it best to find shelter.

The building near the trash cans door is open so you decide to enter the seemingly abandoned construct.