"Well fuck, there is that usual headache again," the Scotsman said, rubbing his temples as the sharp pain stabbed through his forehead again. This headache happened at least weekly, and every single time, he had to go and drink to make the pain go away. Sighing, the red-head pulled out his wallet from his pocket, checking his contents before scribbling a note and sticking it on his younger brother's, Arthur, door. The scrawled note announced that he was leaving and would be back by morning. As he walked out the door, he grabbed his keys, knowing the door would be locked when he came back home. He started out on his walk to the pub a few blocks away.

"Hey Alastair, back in so soon?" The bartender questioned, raising an eyebrow as Alastair grimaced painfully.

"Yeah, they started again. Usually it's at least a month..." the man grunted in apology and took out some whisky and pouring it into a glass and handed it to the Scot. Alastair held the whisky up to the bar-keeper, then downed it. "God... Just go the fuck away..." He muttered into the glass, talking to his forehead. He must be drunk, he was talking to himself now.

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After about mid-night, Alastair felt sufficiently numbed and waved at the tender before heading out. He took in the night air, staggering a bit as he felt the alcohol kick in. He bit his lips, holding back a curse as an arm wrapped around his waist and neck, holding a cloth to his face. He struggled inhaling, and regretting it. There were white spots in the sky... He wondered if the other person could see them too, then blacked out.

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Alastair woke with a throbbing pain in his lungs. He tried groaning, but found that he had been gagged, blindfolded and chained up. The more he moved, the more he felt... Different. He felt the cold air caress his skin, it felt weird, like he had somehow gained more skin on his chest, and he wanted to look. He realized he was butt naked and squirmed, feeling crisp, wet grass underneath him. It was all he could do, so he stayed still, waiting for someone could help him. He shivered as the wind licked at his bare skin, leaving goose bumps in it's wake. Finally, he heard footsteps echo against the trees, coming closer. The being behind the noise pulled the blindfold off, chuckling as he did so.
"I see you have finally awoken," The voice murmured into his ear, caressing his neck softly. "It has been several days and you have become quite... appealing," the person chuckled, and for the life of him, Alastair could not tell if the thing was male or female; european, south american, american, african or asian. He felt so stupid, like he was being fooled by the person behind the voice. He tried to speak but was reminded that he was gagged, after all.
"I think your new form is quite lovely as well.~" He heard a smiled in the other's voice and he shivered. He was about to struggle when the figure groped him. Alastair looked down to find that he now had... Breasts, and no dick to speak of. All of his manliness, gone. He wanted to scream and struggled against the groping hands.
"Don't worry, I will return you to your home, and I won't even rape you. But I assure you, I will be back for you, Love~" The voice laughed again and the now female Alastair blacked out again, the second time in the past few days.