They had returned to the inn when Eira commented on the call she had with their boss lady.

“It seems Dalton was captured by the Harem Lord,” Eira said after she talked to the boss lady. “We’re going to have to save him.” She opened her grimoire, it was giving off a dangerous glow. “That means we must go ahead and begin the transformation.”

“Wait, wait. If Dalton was captured, doesn’t that mean we don’t need to be women to enter the city?”

“It seems he will be put to death real soon.” Her expression looked dead and annoyed. “What a troublesome bunch you men are. Always making me work for favors that you owe me.”

Malcolm felt that it was imperative to escape as soon as possible.

It was too bad that he was not able to do so. It was a split second. The tentacles blasted from the grimoire pinning him down.

Devil wings had sprouted from Eira’s back. Her eyes which were black, and somehow turned an even darker shade of black if that was possible.

“My god. I’m so fucked.” Malcolm expressed in dismay.

As for Riot, he had been laying on the bed, taking a nap after eating excessively. He was slowly being pulled into the grimoire.

“In order to test my devil power, I will be using him as a sample. This is my first time changing a man into a woman. He may end up having two sexual characteristics.”

“Don’t use him as a guinea pig.”

“Oh?” Her gaze swung to him. “Do you perhaps want to try before him?”

“No ma’am. Please keep on doing what you’re doing.”

Malcolm watched in horror as the grimoire grew sharp needle like teeth and chomped Riot into little bits of meat chunks. In a way, he was glad that the grimoire had eaten him head first, he did not want to hear the screams of his subordinate.

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The grimoire burped in satisfaction and closed itself. Eira was deep in concentration, strain crossed her face as she was attempting to do whatever mad thing it took to change a person’s gender.

Then, just like that, the grimoire spat something out. Right in front of Malcolm a naked woman covered in saliva laid in front of him. She had red flaming hair, a perfect set of bosom. If he had rate the woman, she would be an eight.

“Riot has been reborn.” Eira wiped forehead. She prodded the naked woman with the tip of her boot. “Wake up.”

“What?” A man’s voice came out of her. She rubbed her eyes, blinking.

“It’s a failure.” Malcolm’s assessment fell down by at least three points. The man’s voice was a big turnoff for Malcolm.

“It is a failure.” She agreed.

“What in heaven’s sake…” Riot looked up as he cupped his new assets. Blood dripped from his nose. “Is this what I think it is? Is this what I’ve dreamed of having? Is this a dream?”

“It’s worse because of how he talks.” Malcolm noted. “In appearance she would be an eight, but that voice has killed any desire for me to sleep with her. I give her a negative five.”

“It’s disgusting that you were even thinking of that, but I agree, I doubt even the Harem Lord would desire to sleep with her.”

She opened her grimoire. “You will not speak.” Her voice held authority, and Riot suddenly could not speak. “There, problem solved. She is mute now.”

“That is pretty dark.” Malcolm rubbed his chin. She was saying something, but it was quiet. “I agree though.”

“Alright, then it’s your turn.”

She turned to him, her grimoire open and drooling for his flesh. Malcolm was sweating so much, that his underwear was drenched.

“Please, there has to be another way. You might make a mistake.”

“Don’t worry, I have taken into account what mistakes I made and believe I have a winning formula this time.” Blood dripped from her nose. Her eyes had somehow become dangerous for another reason.

“Hey, Eira. You’re not turning me into a woman because you want that right?”

Her grimoire threw him in the air like a popcorn and opened its carnivorous food blender mouth to catch him.

Instead of starting on his head, he was unfortunate enough to have the grimoire start on his legs. His screams filled the inn as he was blended into a meat juice down the contents of the grimoire. He blacked out when it reached his waist.

#

Just like an incubator, when he was finally baked and good, the grimoire spat the new and beautiful Malcolm out of it.

She had a nice auburn hair, and a good hourglass figure. The childrearing hips would hypnotise any man, and most definitely the Harem Lord.

Eira nodded at her work, but looked disapprovingly at the fact the male briefs Malcolm had worn was still there.

She wedged the tip of her foot in her ribs and Malcolm coughed herself awake.

Her voice was just adorable. “What was that for?”

“Perfect.” Eira smiled.