AV 496, Summer 1st
Once more, Shamelis found himself getting ready to travel by night, as was his preferred time to travel, both biologically and mentally. Still, he had been working on a trick or two as the years passed, his main one being the skill of morphing. Why disguise yourself, when you can change yourself to blend in perfectly?Try as he might thought, he wasn't quite at the level of full body transformations. Worse yet, he had yet to discover that having a figure or example in hand greatly enhanced the effectiveness of morphing.
Gnawing on the last of his supper (or was it breakfast?) he began to observe the human slaves from yesterdays catch. How they walked, how they grimaced when struck – and ultimately, he was fascinated in their form. Inferior to the Zith body, to be sure.. but intriguing none-the-less. As he watched them shuffle about he began to wonder if he could alter his physical body just enough to resemble one of them.
Chuckling to himself, he pictured himself morphing into a female human. Humour turned to realization, and a look of stunned surprise spread across his face. Not only could he shift small parts of his body – he could, in theory at least, change genders. Shocked, he let his curiosity get the best of him. Chuckling once more, he remembered an old Zith saying: ”Curiosity killed the cat, but it saved the Zith.” And so true was that saying.
Gesturing to one of the younger slaves, he ordered her to come to him. Shamelis examined her face closely. Satisfied that he had gotten a decent representation of her visage, he focused. Closing his eyes, he ordered her to sit. Focusing, he pictured his face in his mind - slowly watching its shift and mush. Before long the image shifted into the girls face, and his own face felt.. soft? smooth? feminine?
Opening his eyes, the laughed. The slave girls eyes were wide with astonishment, and a hint of fear. A smile spreading across his lips, he picked up a nearby bowl of water. Glancing into the bowl he was pleasantly surprised at his results. His face was almost a perfect clone of the girls, minus the hair of course.. her had forgotten to change his hair, but there would be time.
Displaying a rare Zith display of affection, he patted her on the head and spoke.
"You may go." he said
He would pay for freeing her latter, but she had given him something he would not forget. Gesturing for the guards to let the girl go, he smiled as he watched her run off into the night.
Once more, Shamelis found himself getting ready to travel by night, as was his preferred time to travel, both biologically and mentally. Still, he had been working on a trick or two as the years passed, his main one being the skill of morphing. Why disguise yourself, when you can change yourself to blend in perfectly?Try as he might thought, he wasn't quite at the level of full body transformations. Worse yet, he had yet to discover that having a figure or example in hand greatly enhanced the effectiveness of morphing.
Gnawing on the last of his supper (or was it breakfast?) he began to observe the human slaves from yesterdays catch. How they walked, how they grimaced when struck – and ultimately, he was fascinated in their form. Inferior to the Zith body, to be sure.. but intriguing none-the-less. As he watched them shuffle about he began to wonder if he could alter his physical body just enough to resemble one of them.
Chuckling to himself, he pictured himself morphing into a female human. Humour turned to realization, and a look of stunned surprise spread across his face. Not only could he shift small parts of his body – he could, in theory at least, change genders. Shocked, he let his curiosity get the best of him. Chuckling once more, he remembered an old Zith saying: ”Curiosity killed the cat, but it saved the Zith.” And so true was that saying.
Gesturing to one of the younger slaves, he ordered her to come to him. Shamelis examined her face closely. Satisfied that he had gotten a decent representation of her visage, he focused. Closing his eyes, he ordered her to sit. Focusing, he pictured his face in his mind - slowly watching its shift and mush. Before long the image shifted into the girls face, and his own face felt.. soft? smooth? feminine?
Opening his eyes, the laughed. The slave girls eyes were wide with astonishment, and a hint of fear. A smile spreading across his lips, he picked up a nearby bowl of water. Glancing into the bowl he was pleasantly surprised at his results. His face was almost a perfect clone of the girls, minus the hair of course.. her had forgotten to change his hair, but there would be time.
Displaying a rare Zith display of affection, he patted her on the head and spoke.
"You may go." he said
He would pay for freeing her latter, but she had given him something he would not forget. Gesturing for the guards to let the girl go, he smiled as he watched her run off into the night.