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An old silver car, worn down yet still functional, headed down a city road that morning. Gregory sat in the backseat.
His sandals were destroyed, and his feet were too big for Rebecca’s shoes, so he was stuck going barefoot for the moment.
His hips were so wide that it was impossible to keep his pants buttoned safely anymore.
He was fidgeting with his shirt, which now felt weirdly tight on his new chest.

“Damn it. I don’t remember my clothes feeling this small last night.”
<That’s because I made you stop noticing the changes.>

Gregory blinked.
”What?”
<You were making a fuss, and the feds were about to catch us.>
“Oh. Yeah. I guess that makes sense.”

The driver, a 30-something light brown coyote gentleman that Gregory had never met before, glanced over through the mirror.
“Everything okay, back there?”

Gregory blinked. He quickly reached up to adjust the bluetooth earpiece he’d borrowed from Rebecca.
“Y-yes, sorry!”

Gregory checked his phone. 9:26 AM. Rebecca had been passed out in the bed when they left the apartment half an hour ago.

<She’s all right,> Ishaya assured him, <we didn’t take much from her.>

“But we did take something,” Gregory snapped back, hoping the driver believed that he was talking on the phone.

<Yes, Gregory, that’s how being a succubus works. But she’ll be fine after some rest. And we’ve got other things to worry about, right now.>

The driver pulled up to the address. Gregory thanked him, and climbed out of the car.
He pocketed the earpiece and his phone, and glanced up at the entrance.
At the front of the big facility, big letters read “Shangrillama! Full Service Spa!” across the double doors.

On the left door was a taped sign with a handwritten message.
“Full Today, Appointment Only Please.”

Gregory frowned.
“This is a waste of time, they won’t see us.”
<They will. Trust me.>
“I shouldn’t even be here.”
<Agents are looking for someone who looks just like me. That's you, now. So you need a new look. This is exactly where you should be.>

Gregory narrows his eyes.
“I can still call them, you know.”
<You could try that. I’m sure they’d love to know about the pact you made with a supernatural fugitive.>

Gregory sighed, and headed in.
“Yeah, yeah.”

Gregory approached the counter, where a pink llama girl was tending to one of her hooves with small stone file.
“Um… Excuse me.”

The girl glanced up, smiling.
“Hmm?”

Gregory paused. He suddenly realized he wasn’t sure what to tell her.
Now staring from Gregory’s shadow, Ishaya narrowed her eyes at the girl.

Suddenly, the llama’s face lit up.
“Oh! You must be Gregory, for the 9:30 appointment! You’re here for the full makeover, right?”

He blinked.
“Huh?”
<Just go with it, Gregory.>
”Uh… y-yes! That’s me.”

The llama beamed at him, smiling from ear to ear.
“I’m Helen, and I can help you get started!”

She handed him a clipboard with several pages on it.
”Buuuut I’ll need you to fill this out first, so we know exactly what you’d like done today!”

Gregory took it, reluctantly.
“Oh. Sure.”

He glanced across the first page, then looked at the next one. The list of items was slightly intimidating.
“Wow. That’s…. a lot of things.”
“We’re very thorough here!”
“Ah.”

Gregory’s shadow smirked at him.
<I can take care of this part.>
<Huh? Oh, sure I guess.>

Gregory’s eyes changed, as Ishaya stepped in.
The succubus flipped back to the first page, and began filling in the details.

“So,” Helen asked hesitantly, “Is this your first time here?”
”Yeah,” Ishaya answered, “I’ve only ever had my hair done. I’ve never even set foot in a spa before.”
“We’ll take very good care of you. We can even get you some new clothes, if you like.”
”Oh, that’d be great! Is there somewhere I can put down my measurements?”
”Page 2.”
”Awesome.”

Several minutes later, Ishaya handed the clipboard back.
“Here you go.”
Helen took it and smiled wide.
“Great. Now just come with me, I’ll take you to your bath, so you can get yourself started.”

Ishaya withdrew, leaving Gregory back in control just as Helen took him by the wrist and began leading him further inside.
“Right this way, miss!”
“Miss? O-oh okay…”

As Gregory followed her lead, he couldn’t help but blush as a warm feeling fluttered in his chest.
He could barely stifle a giggle, as she led him deeper into the building.
<Gregory, are you enjoying this?>
<What? N-no! Shut up!>

Several minutes later, Gregory was pleasantly soaked in the biggest bathtub he’d ever been in.
His head rested slightly against the back, with his face just above the warm water.
Every inch of him below the neck was submerged. A pleasant floral fragrance wafted in the air.

After a while, someone who sounded like a woman came by the room. Gregory didn’t get a look at them.
”Miss Gregory? Ma’am? Are you ready to get out?”
”Um….not yet.”
”Okay, I’ll come back to check on you soon.”

Gregory slid fully under the water.
<This feels so nice,> he thought.
<Mmm yes,> Ishaya agreed.

Gregory exhaled a little, sending some bubbles to the top.
<How come everybody knows me, here?> He wondered.
<They don’t. It’s a glamour,> Ishaya answered.
<Oh. Isn’t it risky to use your powers, while you’re trying to hide?>
<My magic is harder to detect, when I’m riding shotgun.>
“Hmm.” Gregory mumbled, tiny bubbles rising from his nose.

Gregory zoned out, feeling the pleasant warm water soaking into new places he didn’t used to have.
Eventually, he realized he hadn’t breathed in a while. He lifted his head out, gasping softly.
He climbed out, slowly. He felt unexpectedly heavier, after all that soaking.

He began wringing his hair out, over the tub.
“How long was I underwater?”
<Maybe ten minutes. We don’t need air as much as mortals do.>
”Oh. Cool.”

From there, Gregory went about his day being pampered by the staff. The whole thing went by like a warm and fuzzy blur.
Finally, by late afternoon, Gregory found himself in a changing room. His fur was bleached white and shaved down a little.
His hair was now a soft pink, trimmed to just over shoulder length, and curled. He now had on faint eyeshadow, and extended eyelashes.
He wore a rose lipstick the color of his eyes, and his fingernails were painted to match. He had on a pair of fancy sunglasses, which helped to hide his face a bit.

He’d been fitted into an off-white dress that was lovely, if a little tight. It was a little harder to breathe in it, but it highlighted his curvy figure and showed off a bit of cleavage.
Lastly, he had on a cute pair of white pumps that were just his size.

As Gregory gazed upon his own reflection, he struggled to find words. The woman in the mirror looked nothing like the creepy monster that had possessed him the night before.
She looked poised. Elegant. He couldn’t recognize her at all.

Gregory gingerly touched his cheek. He was blushing.
“I… this doesn’t seem real.”

Suddenly, the woman in the mirror’s eyes turned dark. From his reflection, Ishaya sighed. She gently ran a hand down her dress, and her eyes rolled up.
“Mmm…. believe it, kiddo. ❤ ”
“But I don’t even recognize us anymore.”
”Neither will the feds. That’s the whole point.”

Gregory paused. He ran his fingers through his fluffy pink hair, watching it all rise and then fall back into place.
“Well…yeah, I guess that’s true.”

From the mirror, Ishaya put her hands on her hips and grinned at him from ear to ear.
“Tonight, we are going out.”
”Uh… we are?”
”You know it. And you and I are going to eat like queens.”

Gregory felt his heart suddenly beating faster. A familiar warm feeling came fluttering back, and his face became much more red. He covered his mouth with one hand.
“Heh. Hehehe... heheheheheheheheh… oh my. ❤ “

To Be Continued

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