Go all out.

Well... at this point there's nothing to lose. You look down at your body one more time, soft, limp, and weak, with two blossoming breasts where your once mighty chest was. For heavens sake, you have a cage on your cock. You shake your head, what has your life come to? You pick up the makeup brush and get to work, you helped your sister and mother apply makeup, back when they weren't decapitated, so you get by with what little knowledge you have. You start by extenuating your eyes, a little streak of black paint along your upper eyelids goes a long way in making your face more seductive and alluring. Then you apply a light blush with a strange pinkish powder you see on the table and a light coating of lip gloss. You sort through the accessories and pick out a pair of gold hoop earrings. Once everything has been applied you step back and take a good look in the mirror.

Whatever traces of manhood that were left inside of you are surely dead now. Trampled underfoot by she orc cosmetics and magics. You loathe to admit it, but somewhere deep down inside of you, you're enjoying this. You secretly revel in your subservience to these powerful creatures, and becoming a feminine little fuck toy is just the cherry on top.

"My, my. I was wondering what was taking you so damn long. But this was obviously worth the wait." How long have you been in here doing your makeup?

"You're three minutes late. I'd be mad if I weren't so impressed with how you look with a little bit of paint on your cute little face." You feel a faint blossom of joy at her words, you attempt to stifle it but it lingers. "I'm sorry Mistress." a heavy hand slaps you across your bubble butt. You bite back a moan of pain and pleasure. "You'll pay later. For now we have a raiding party to attend to." A raiding party? You gulp.

"It will be fine. You are to stay at the back of the party, attending to any wounded soldiers." Sharac adjusts her black leather armor, it wraps around her powerful body with metal buckles and plates, designed to deflect blades. Her staff vibrates with powerful energy, it feels as if the space around the red gemstone adorned atop the staff is being distorted. "You will need something to defend yourself, in case things get ugly." Sharac summons three different weapons with a wave of her staff, a bright crackle of red light, the searing heat of creation, and poof. A dagger, a wand, and a bow appear on the table. "Choose."