Alp Adventures - Prologue

	Yet another morning in captivity. One made far too early due to the so called singing of harpies outside my rooms barred window. I learned early on to just give up trying to make the bird brains stow the racket. Telling them to shut the fuck up only made them start singing what I dubbed the "Shut The Fuck Up" rap. The damn song was stuck in my head for three days. Which needless to say made my succubi captors give me odd looks and the occasional giggle.
	Ignoring the feathered nuisances and the growing headache I crawled out of my bed sleepily and headed to the bathroom. Can't start a morning off right without a shit, shower, shave. After a couple steps my pants start to sag around my ass. I silently curse and hold them up with a hand till I reach my bathroom mirror and greet my reflection through sleep blurred vision. "Hey there, sex-.....y?"
	Wait a tick. There's a few things wrong here. I'm pretty sure my balls dropped quite some time ago and I haven't had that high pitched of a voice in ages. And I'm pretty sure I wasn't this short yesterday or that I looked quite so....cute? Now handsome, yes. Damn sexy, if I do say so myself. And I do. I coughed a few times to clear my throat and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, letting my pants drop to my ankles in the process. Lets try this one more time.
	Another look in the mirror. Same dirty blonde short hair as always. Check. A pair of horns and pointy ears from my rank up to incubus. Check, check. Check, check. Ruggedly handsome good looks? Not...quite. The usual morning scruffiness of facial hair? None. Weird, but OK. Let's move on and assess the situation after. I take in a deep breath and "Drop that mad beat, DJ! Heard you was talkin' shit! Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up, fo' you get smacked the fuck up!"
	I held the corners of my bathroom sink and leaned over with my eyes closed, trying to rationally think the situation through. My voice was indeed a few octaves higher than normal. Maybe it's just a side effect of having become an incubus. Yeah, that's all it is. I'm sure of it. I took another deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm my racing mind before opening my eyes. But it seems my morning dilemma was far from over.
	"L-little buddy??" Not there. "Mister wangtastic!?" It can't be gone. I stepped out of my pants crumpled around my ankles, widened my stance a bit and reached between my legs. It really wasn't there anymore. And in it's place was a smooth, hairless vaj. In a frenzy I stripped off my shirt, revealing two small mounds on my chest. A nervous laugh stirs from me as I drop to my knees on the floor. I shove a defiant fist into the air above me and scream "WRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY!?!?!" to a seemingly unforgiving god who doesn't like penises.