I switch back to my male form and get dressed in loose robes, then quietly read in the library while everyone else sleeps off the evening, preparing my spells in the morning… not that I really need to anymore; unlimited spell points combine well with the Versatile Spellcaster feat. Still… old habits die hard. Also, Mom did set me up with some prepared spells via the “legendary medium” and the spirit abilities… but for the most part, anything I get is redundant with my OTHER spells, so… whatever. Regardless, I do prepare them.

  Wesley stirs about the time I'm done preparing spells for the day… he dresses, shaking his head, “It's been ages since I actually slept… normally I trance… Marty, who WAS that woman?”

  I chuckle, “Eh, I'll expin about her once we're all together.” Not everything… well, unless someone remembers changing… most don't, but some do… but I do pn to cop to being her. “Come on, let's go pick our breakfast.”

  I lead the elf to the pantry, and he digs in while I go check on Bearcw and Roger… they're still snoozing, so I wake them up by cpping loudly from ten feet away (waking people who do dungeon delving from melee range isn't always a great idea).

  I try not to lick my lips when I see Bearcw pantless... he seems upset about his pants, so I fix them for him via the Make Whole spell, and he gets dressed. Roger doesn't have a problem. We all eat, I feed my animal companion by making food from magic, and get down to it, “So… about Mary….”

  “Was that her name?” Ah, right… I didn't introduce myself to the party Wizard.

  “Yes… and no,” I cryptically answer, “That's the name I go by when I get that itch and choose to scratch it in female form. Here…” I switch to my pure female form in front of them, “...as you can see,” I continue as Mary, “I'm a shapeshifter. With a little thought…” I concentrate, and shift into Bearcw's shape - that's from one of the many copies of the Transformation feat Mom gave me, plus the matching Alteration feat to let me change around most details and the Alteration talent to let me mimic a specific individual… she also gave me the Hybrid feat, so I can look like a proper werewolf or whatever when I want, “I can even mimic specific people,” I switch back to my male form, “although that takes a bit of work. So… yeah, I had a REALLY good night. Thank you.”

  Bearcw furrows his brow, “So you're really a woman?”

  Roger looks horrified, “so I got sucked off by a man st night?”

  Wesley chuckles, “They're saying they're not exactly either. Marty here… or Mary, whichever… is fluid. He can be man when he wants, or she can be a woman when she wants: Which they ‘really’ are is academic. So rex Roger: while Mary had her lips wrapped around your shaft, she was a woman.” The wizard pauses, “And she apparently was hungry enough to bed all three of us st night… although I'm afraid I didn't perform well… I fell right asleep after the first round… I'm sorry about that.”

  I chuckle, “Exactly right… and no worries, I got off plenty,” I wink.

  Bearcw and Roger frown and look at each other, but neither comments… I'm guessing the “fall asleep immediately” thing is new for them… that could be an issue.

  Bearcw speaks up, “So was that a one-time thing, or…” he seems hopeful.

  I chuckle, “I have no problems pying the ‘morale officer’ regurly. I won't catch anything or have a child, it's consequence-free fun as far as I'm concerned.”

  The halfling pauses, “In that case, do you mind…”

  Instead of answering, I smile, shift to my female form, shed my clothes, and crawl over to undo the halfling's pants. As I wrap my lips around his manhood, I wiggle my rear, and the others take the hint. Bearcw beats Wesley to the “main event,” but I can fly magically thanks to my graduation gift, so I simply wave the elf over and rub him off with my hands as the barbarian pounds me, spping my round rear periodically. I even flip myself over in pce, so they have a nice view of my chest.

  It's a good morning.

  After I fully drain all three of them (and use some magic to remove the fatigue they all feel), I put my robes back on… nothing underneath, “So, shall we go?” They agree, and we head outside; I summon the mounts again, and we're off.

  As we travel, I notice the three are riding awfully close… ah, right. I chuckle, “Here… Roger, you climb up and get behind me, Wesley, you take my left, and Bearcw, you get the right…” I think briefly and push my robe into my shadow, leaving myself bare for all the world to see, grabbing Roger's hands and putting them on my backside, one each of Bearcw's and Wesley's on my chest, “Don't be shy… I find this fun.”

  I dismiss the pony, and get a very nice massage on my chest and backside as we ride, soaking the saddle in my juices as we go. The horse doesn't compin, and it came with the summoned horse: It's going to vanish when the horse does, so any damage doesn't matter. Whenever I hear anyone else on the road, I wear my robe again until they're well out of sight, then put it back on my shadow.

  I'm really feeling good when we finally reach Eastgate… at which point I speak up, “Sorry boys but my ID says Marty…” and shift to male form, putting my robe back on as well.

  “I'm willing to get you registered a second time…” the halfling party leader suggests.

  “I'm willing to chip in on the fee, if that's an issue,” Wesley volunteers immediately.

  I chuckle, “I'll go ahead and register again…” I think I'll also get my humanoid summons registered, and set up a party consisting of just them, “...but I'll handle it out of my share of the payment,” which means I don't need to drag the others with me to let them know I'm registering my “summoned adventuring party” - or that I even have such - when I visit the guildhouse again… which is the actual point.

  “Eh, we'll all need to go there to collect anyway,” Bearcw ughs, “May as well handle it then.”

  Hmm… eh, I don't actually need to be there when my conjuration companions sign up, I can manage them remotely, “That's fine, but I want to pay my own way, you know?”

  “I can respect that,” the big barbarian nods, “it's a complete non-issue.”

  We show our guild ptes at the gate (the taxes go in part to pay the guild for keeping the local dungeon properly maintained, so few towns collect gate taxes from registered adventures) and we head in. The first stop is of course the guildhouse, where Roger turns in the ears and collects our pay for killing the goblins. He splits the cash then and there… I then step outside, shift forms, step back in, and go through registration all over again, this time as a priestess… the guildmaster has me demonstrate some healing… which is a simple matter: I actually have Channel Energy, thanks to Mom's gift; the only piece of that I need to fake is ‘needing’ a Holy Symbol to do it (she gave me the Channel Energy of some obscure third party css that doesn't need such trappings… Mom called it the Clever Godling).

  That done, we spend an hour selling the loot nobody wanted to a broker, divide those proceeds (as well as the gems and things), and then we all go shopping… separately. I of course change my face, loop back, and register my summoned humanoids with the guild… one as a warrior, one as a trapsmith, one as a healer and one as a mage… sadly, I don't have enough to also buy a party charter… next time, I suppose. For now, I store their ID ptes in my Warp Storage along with both of mine as I dismiss the summons.

  I save the rest of my money for the guild charter, and (just to make it look like I actually bought something) I use Masterwork Transformation on my sling to make it look better… it matches my budget well enough… and grab a club (really just a decent sized chunk of wood… they're free in the woods nearby) and do the same thing to make it a well banced and finely crafted club. I also spend some coins on getting a few sets of sling bullets… just because it's expected. Well, mostly. Having seen me work, I don't think my party mates actually care… but hey, sling bullets are cheap, I can stretch out my supply with the Abundant Ammunition spell, and I can still keep a pouch full of rocks.

  The casting time on the Masterwork Transformation spells eats up most of my shopping time, but that's hardly a problem; I meet up with my current team at the pub.

  Bearcw picked up new armor and an axe… they're much more finely made. He's using the same bow, however. Roger picked up some new well-banced shortswords, and is now sporting some studded leather armor that looks designed to avoid getting in his way. Wesley isn't carrying anything obvious… but he looks satisfied.

  “How long do you need for the copying this time?” Roger is smiling as he talks to the party bookworm.

  “I actually need to talk to Mary about that…” he turns to me, “That house if yours… you mentioned using it for storage… does it persist when closed? I'd like to spend travel time inside, copying spells from your library, if that's alright with you….”

  Bearcw jumps in, “We need your strength on the road in case of ambush.”

  The elf looks hurt, and turns to Roger, who confirms that, “I want to be at full strength whenever we're not in town. That said…” the halfling turns to me, “... does it work the way Wesley wants?”

  I nod, “It does, and I have no problems with letting any of you copy spells from my library.”

  The halfling smiles, “Great!” and turns back to the wizard, “I was pnning on spending a few days in town so you could copy things anyway. How does this sound…” He leans back in his chair a bit to make it clear he's addressing everyone, “We rent a cheap room on the party account; we have Mary set her house up in the room, and we all sleeping there for the… how many days?”

  “Two weeks,” Wesley supplies, all smiles, “It saves a lot of money when I don't need to rent the source spellbook, and I dumped all of that into materials.”

  Roger pauses a bit, “Two weeks, okay.” He thinks, “In the meanwhile, I'll book some easy local jobs for the rest of us… warehouse guard duty or something. Does that sound like a pn to everyone?”

  I nod, as do Bearcw and Wesley.

  “Great! I'll get the room sorted…” Roger gets up and heads off….