"Stop!" screamed Daryn.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"You dare to interrupt the 564th Princess of the Demon Realm?" Astara demanded. "Foolish mortal!" She held out her arms once again, and Dan saw that blue smoke was beginning to emerge from her fists.
The girl standing next to Daryn -- now an hourglass-shaped redhead in a leather halter top and skirt -- glared at him pointedly. He muttered to her, "Sorry, I didn't really have a follow-up."
As Daryn had seen before, the succubus threw her arms upward and screamed something as her hands clapped together, followed by the blue smoke whooshing away from her in all directions.
Small blue lightning bolts were now dancing around everyone's bodies. Nothing appeared to be happening to the girls, but the guys were now transforming -- growing shorter, their bodies reshaping, hair lengthening, their clothing becoming completely different.
Daryn looked down to see that he -- no, better make that she -- had grown a melon-sized pair of tits that was barely contained by a black PVC bikini top, with a matching strip of fabric, probably too small to be called a "skirt," barely stretching around her widened hips. Stiletto-heeled ankle boots were on her feet. But what most arrested her attention was that she had pale porcelain skin that had almost completely become a canvas for tattoo art, colorful ink visible anywhere she could see.
He looked back up at Astara, and she had a big grin on her face. She said, "There, as you can see, thanks to magic -- and the interruption of your friend here, now an illustrated woman -- all you males are now completely and unequivocally female. And I enhanced the previous transformation. Your body alterations had been the only permanent changes, but I have added to the magic. Your makeup and hair are now magically permanent as well, and you will find that any clothing, shoes, or jewelry you attempt to wear will transform into something very similar to what you're wearing right now."
"Oh, my God, you can't do this to us!" came a voice from down the hall. "Please, please, reconsider!"
The crowd parted to reveal that the source was a tall blonde dressed in only a G-string, clear plastic platform heels, and tasseled pasties.
"Hmm," said Astara, putting a taloned hand to her chin as if thinking. "I don't know, I think you should wait until you have your first female orgasm before you ask me to reconsider."
There was some murmuring, and Astara continued, "I told you that with magic, there can be more, much more. I assume the scientists of this age have not yet unlocked the female orgasm, but with just a thought, I have made it so that every sex act will result in a very large, very pleasurable orgasm."
Realizing that Astara seemed most concerned about her ability to do things better using magic than people could using science, Daryn wondered if she could use that to steer things back to a more normal course.