With the guardswomen wandering by... okay, NOW something was DEFINITELY odd.  There were no men, most of the futas seemed... quite awkward... off balance, aching backs, what, did they just grow tits yesterday or something?  That, and all the... 'curious' looks at her... and none of the hatred or fear that sometimes came with it.  She picked up her pace and hurried along, needing to get the castle ASAP.<br/><br/>...only to find the seneschal to be... well... a lovely futa with a bulging crotch.  The royal guard too, accepting only men into their ranks, now rather attractive-in-form futas...<br/><br/>"Okay, has everyone in this land been practicing with polymorphing spells or illusions?" she asks, a tad rude in her blutness admittedly, but still it seemed a legitimate question to her despite all the attention (though she did look down to his... er... her cock, impressive as it was) "I'm beginning to suspect what the king has recalled me for... any chance I can bathe before I meet him?  I haven't had a bath in a month or so, not for about a week before I made the trip by boat... could use a clothes-washing unless I'm permitted to be as Eilistraee intended for me to be."