He turns into a near double of Isabelle

Lauren looked down and saw that other than his dick, he now looked like the shifter he had just fornicated with. Isabelle noticed too and sat up alarmed.

"Did you do that?" She asked.

"No!" Lauren panicked, "Why would I look like you? I want to look like me!"

Isabelle hugged him, trying to calm him down, their breasts perfectly matching and mashing together. "We'll figure this out. It must be another part of the curse you got. Here."

She broke off the hug, and spoke words of prayer and power. A flash of spell appeared in her eyes. She looked Lauren up and down. "Hm, okay, maybe if we-" she reaches a hand out with some magic to touch Lauren and both of them suddenly feel a shock and jump back.

Lauren and Isabelle both say simultaneously, "Okay, it's a bad idea for my magic to touch you."

They stop and blink at each other. They say, "Lauren?"

Then Lauren looks down and sees his penis. He makes a realization, "I'm... not... Isabelle." Then memories flood back to him. Oh crap! He thought he was Isabelle for a few seconds there! If she had used a more powerful spell, would... Lauren didn't want to think about it.

He turned to Isabelle and said quickly, "Okay, no magic on me! We need to figure this out before you cure me. I thought I was you for a bit there. I don't want to find out what happens with more magic."

Isabelle nods, understanding, "You should stay in the room for now. I'll go consult Temerity and Ilya about this. Hopefully this transformation wears off over time."

She goes to leave and turns one last time, her breasts bouncing wonderfully, "Lauren. I will fix you." Her voice is confident and soothing, like the Isabelle she was before. She was still there. It made Lauren feel a lot better about all of this. He leaned back on the bed and felt the weight of his boobs slide on his chest. This would take some getting used to. He grabbed them and moved them around.

Okay, that felt really good.

Of course it did, they were Isabelle's boobs and he made her a slut. He felt his penis twitch back to life from breast play. It was a shame that Isabelle was gone to help cure him. Then he looked and saw Vorka. Well, he knew what he was doing the rest of the night. Correction: he knew who he was doing the rest of the night.