The Chronicles of Drodge Mallea

Drodge awoke feeling fuzzy headed and stiff. Actually, "awoke" wasn't quite right -- "came to was more like it.

She sat up in the lavishly furnished boudoir, stretching her athletic 6-foot frame as she did. Running a hand though her short, thick copper locks, she slipped out of the bed, suddenly remembering that she wasn't alone. She'd deal with her overnight companion shortly, but caffeine and a shower took priority for now.

She spent an extra long time in the shower this morning, massaging her tanned, aching muscles and taking time to evaluate her physique. For a muscular woman, she still had curves supple enough to turn heads when she wanted to. Her firm D cups topped off a body that made men drool and women...well, she had no trouble impressing them either, as her overnight guest could attest to.

It hadn't always been that easy for her, though. Then again, she wasn't always a "she..."

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The woman known -- to those who knew her at all -- as Drodge had started life far differently. Different looks, different tastes, different gender. It was only when she was given the "gift" that life as she now knew it began. Of course, for all of its benefits, the gift was more of a curse at first, before she (or he, depending on the moment) learned how to control it.

These days, Drodge didn't really think of herself as male or female, though she maintained female form more often than not...assuming you counted shemale as "female." The fact that she was a shapeshifter meant she could indulge every sexual fantasy a person could have, and she had lots. Besides, she joked to herself at times, as a shemale she could have the best of both world's -- going "lesbian" while still being able to fuck sweet young things silly, making them scream for more all night long. Their eager and willing natures were not just the result of Drodge's incredible physique and sultry looks (though that was a big part of it). The second part of the gift left her able to seduce anyone at will, turning them into drooling, compliant fucktoys on a whim.