Female?
One by one each of the men feel their backs snap into place. They wince, feeling their spine realign to stand on all fours. The small consolation of being able to stand comfortably does not come close to making up for the fact that fur is slowly growing over their arms and legs. The guide starts to slowly slink away, his steps uneasy and off balance. Bast, noticing this, uses her magic to drag him back over to join the others.
“None shall escape Bast’s judgement! Now let us strip you of that manhood you seem oh so proud of!” Bast cries.
In a split second every single one of these ‘men’ recognize what is missing. A few of them reach down to feel the much more smooth, flat surface down there, while the others are too shocked and scared to confirm it. Their torsos heat up ever so slightly as feline teats grow in, small rows of flesh primed to deliver milk to the young of a pride. Because that is what Bast intends to create out of these pitiful poachers: a proper pride.
Their faces also begin to shift and change as well. Their rough, masculine features begin to soften and smooth out, their eyes grow larger, their eyelashes longer, and their lips far more luscious. The tourists also notice as the parts of their body not covered by fur begin to darken. Once all pale white, save for the unfortunate fellow with a sunburn, all of the former tourists are now a similar skin tone as their guide. They look at each other in disbelief, seeing not a group of men but what looks more like young African women.
“J-Jim? Is that you?” Asks one of the newfound women. She recoils at the sound of her own voice, it’s so soft and reserved now!
“Uh-huh, what the hell is this bitch doing to us?! This can’t be real!” Replies the once and former Jim. She winces, feeling her tail grow in slowly but surely, moving back and forth like a snake being charmed.
“I am giving your sad lot purpose and a chance to absolve yourself of your crimes,” remarks Bast. “You all should thank me for being so merciful.”
Written by Kolaghan on 24 August 2018