As he moved up out of the docks, the lack of people quickly vanished, replaced with the hustle and bustle of town life that he would find normal. Normal, until he realized that there were NO normal males. Apparently, every last male, from children to old geezer, had altered as had he. Though very few were as... endowed as he was, the admiring glances from both sexes would leave little doubt to that. Still, at least it was a short path from the docks to the main town proper, where several tailors were open for business, allowing him to swap out his nonmagical clothing for something less revealing, as well as getting more clothing, should he feel the need to do so. Many of the tailors had customers entering and leaving, though the more high end establishments frequently had their customers leaving with hooded, full body robes on, completely concealing whoever was inside of it.