The blonde woman turned around and flashed a smile that made Sebastian's heart thud a little faster. He was hard-pressed to get mad about Artemus standing so close to her. The mage suddenly wasn't sure who he was more jealous of.

"Sebastian, let me introduce you to Rowan Windwalker," Artemus said in a dry tone.

Rowan Windwalker.

Rowan Windwalker...

Sebastian had heard wrong. Surely Artemus just had a slip of his tongue. There were plenty of other people in the world who had blonde hair and blue eyes like Rowan Windwalker. The surname wasn't very common but she could be a distant cousin or a twin sister to Rowan Windwalker.

"Rowena Windwalker?" 

"No, Rowan Windwalker," the blonde goddess said to him while sighing. When she crossed her arms, her womanly assets came to the fore and confused the sandy-haired mage.

"How?" Sebastian was bug-eyed.

"An accident with a fertility idol. We're going to try and reverse it," Rowan answered.

"No! Stay this way," Sebastian said to the blonde. "I prefer Rowena to Rowan."

"There is no Rowena."

"A-mu, you agree with me, don't ya?"

Artemus neither confirmed nor denied it.

"I promised Syryn I'd be back home early," Rowan told the other two. "I'll be off."

Sebastian began laughing when he thought about Syryn's plight.

"Wait, I'm comin' with ya, Rowena."

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Syryn held the fertility idol like it was a cursed object, which it was considering what it had done to Rowan. He put the idol on the table before him. While doing that he caught sight of an abnormality in his ring. A cloudiness that had never been there in its sapphire depths marred its surface.

The half-demon took the ring off and placed it next to the fertility idol. On that fateful day, he had insulted both the ring and the idol. It couldn't be that the two objects had colluded to curse him, could it? Magical objects were fantastic but they weren't sentient or intelligent.

"This is absurd," he said to himself. And then he thought better of saying something that could trigger the two items again. "What have the two of you done to Rowan?"

Syryn stared at the fertility idol. It was just an ordinary-looking capuchin monkey with a hard rod between its legs. He lifted the idol, studied its gleaming surface, looked for something that stood out - like a symbol or an etching, then he ran his finger up the idol's phallus.

"Syryn, you nasty."

The mage had known that Red was approaching him but he didn't care.

"I don't get it," Syryn said to Red. "Why did it pick Rowan?"

The redhead placed his chin on Syryn's shoulder and leaned forward, putting his weight on the back of Syryn's seat.

"Did you want to turn into a woman?" He whispered against Syryn's ear.

"No."

The redhead smirked. "Why do you ask then?"

"It is likely that the choice made by the spell was random. The alternative would mean that the idol chose Rowan for some reason."

"Hmmm," Red made a sound of agreement. "Do you think it was trying to punish you?"

"That would be absurd," Syryn answered. "An object capable of doling out punishment for a slight against it would mean that it is sentient. I doubt that, Red. "This is simply an idol imbued with magic."

"I hope you're right Syryn."

The brothers heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the room. Red turned around and smiled at the woman in mage hunter uniform.

"I see you're back, Rowan."

Syryn too glanced behind his shoulder and then back at the idol. He could live without sex. Whatever.

"S'ryn, how are we feelin' today?" Asked the sandy-haired mage who had accompanied Rowan.

"Sebastian," the mage replied dully.

"Aww, why do you look so sad, S'ryn? If I were you, I'd be rejoicin' an'givin' thanks that I get to bang such a sexy woman. And it wouldn't even be considered cheatin'."

The mage felt his spirits sink even lower. Oh to be bisexual. He too wanted to desire to 'bang' a sexy woman, but his dick couldn't get hard for a female body. Syryn imagined himself atop a woman and the picture made him miserable.

"Don't talk about Rowan like that," was all he could manage.

The blonde was lost for words at that moment. If he was still a man, he would have scooped Syryn up and kissed him. But in his current body, he couldn't predict how badly Syryn might react to such a physical show of affection. He settled for a light squeeze of the mage's shoulder.

"Ryn, this won't last forever."

"How do you know that? You know what, it's fine. This is fine."

Syryn made up his mind that even if Rowan was stuck as a woman, he would never leave him. Whether he had male parts or female parts, Rowan was still Rowan. He would never abandon him, not even for the world. He just had to get used to seeing the feminine figure, and someday, Syryn would get turned on by woman Rowan. Someday.

"Is that the monkey that caused this debacle?" Sebastian asked Syryn. The mage was very wary about the idol because he could not risk turning into a woman like Rowan.

"Yes." Syryn's head fell back against the top of the chair. It was unfortunate he did that. Rowan had been behind him so the mage was now looking up at the blonde's uniformed covered underboobs.

Could he- no, he couldn't. He could try it though. In front of a surprised audience, Syryn lifted his hand and firmly squeezed one breast.

Rowan stared at him in shock.

Expressionless, Syryn held his hand up in the air in front of his face and made squeezing motions. It hadn't felt interesting at all.

"I don't think we should do that again," Rowan said in a neutral tone.

"Agreed," Syryn replied.

Neither had liked it.

Sebastian had a lot to say about it but he held Red's hand and dragged him out of the room. It seemed that the couple was going to have a difficult time.