James furiously gnawed on the rope in his mouth so he could break the rest of himself free. That's when Sammy strolled in with her little pink backpack and locked the door behind her.
"I'm a little hurt that you didn't wanna try my cosplay." Sammy pouted.
"MMMMPH HRMPH URRRRM!" James tried to scream.
"Lucky for you, I have some perfume in my bag. This one's one of my favorites: Desert Blossom." Sammy sighed as she sniffed her scent.
She spun it around and began to spray James with tons of the sweet exotic scent. He could fell his nostrils tingle as it entered his body. It was so.... nice... so calming. It made him fall asleep as a rich tan spread across his skin. Sammy slipped out quietly and locked the door again.
The tan coated James' entire body, except for a few things: his lips which plumped up and gained blue lipstick, his eyelids where the tan got covered up by brownish-red eyeshadow, and his hair which turned fiery red and grew out to around the bottom of his chair. His jawline retained some power, but slimmed to a more feminine form, as his eyes became more almond shaped and his nose became larger, more pronounced. His tan ears now had rubber bits flesh with his skin to make them look pointer, and an ornate gold hair bind pinned his locks up in a ponytail. His shoes crushed his feet to fit them as they became an arabian nights looking pair of golden heels. His sleeves split into blue and gold shoulder "armor" pieces and gold wristbands while his collar became a set of gold neck rings.
And now came the spicy part of this little equation. James' muscles didn't shrink like his friends' when they turned, they just adjusted to a more feminine kind of power. Strong, sleek thighs and powerful hips straddled by a blue cloth and ornate hip piece. Abs exposed and molded around a tight waist and strong arms. It all added a sort of sexy toughness to a frame of a plump juicy booty and medium C-cup breasts straddled in a harem top with a colorful pattern. His adam's apple vanished along with his member as she took over.
Murbosa was a powerful woman with a mother from a desert climate. She was overwhlemed with an urge for pleasure, tearing her arm loose just to finger her dripping pussy, squirming as her nipples rubbed across the ropes and turned her on even more, her moans bellowing throughout the tiny space. She suddenly realized she was restrained and smashed the chair against the wall spitting out the rope in her mouth and untangling herself.
"Who dares to tie up the likes of Murbosa!" the woman bellowed in anger (and mild arousal).
Just then, _______ opened the door.