Yes

The magic of the grimoire could geas and transform Dervish….. As you watch Dervish reach for the ancient grimoire, your heart races with a mix of fear and anticipation. He will join you. Three horny, sex starved sluts. You struggle against your restraints, trying to warn him or stop him. The gag muffles your girlish cries, making them incomprehensible.

Dervish tilts his head and nods. Your eyes plead. He sighs and approaches. Kneels down beside you and looking you up and down, thinking. He scratches his chin. Frowns, considers. Then flicks your nipple gently. He watches the skin crinkle and contract as the nipple went erect.

Wait. When had you had enough time for your nipple not to be erect?

But he flicked you nipple and you don’t have enough time to consider that as it goes painfully erect.

Wait. Why are you seeing and experiencing everything twice? This isn’t right. You’re a **** girl that thrust got fucked. For the first time. Magnificently, bent over, bound, a thick leather cock.

No. You’re not. Your Bargle the Magnificent! How dare Dervish-

“Hey, Bargle. You can think right? What is this book? And this ring? And this bag?”

You didn’t want explain but you had to figure this out. And suddenly it was gone. You were back to being Bunny. What!?