For the third morning in a row I woke up cuddling naked with my two equally naked companions. Clara was pressed against my left side, Avril lay against my right. The ranger had one hand resting on my belly just below my big boobs, the druid's hand was on my thigh.

My memories of the previous night were surprisingly clear, and as much as I wanted to say they left me with even more mixed feelings that would have been a blatant lie. I absolutely loved every second of it, and just thinking about it got my tail wagging. Those memories also got my nipples hard while a familiar warm wet need settled deep between my legs.

I was actually a little surprised my body was so eager for more already, considering how thoroughly Avril and Clara went about giving me everything I'd been begging for.

For the next few minutes I lay there with my eyes closed, almost reliving several lewd details from those recent experiences. The magic tattoos were definitely powerful, and while I was going to be very careful not to accidentally trigger those effects for my companions again I found myself hoping they wouldn't hesitate to use that same power on me, and on a regular basis.

It was hard to put into words, even in my own mind, but I thought there was something unbelievably hot about losing control like that. Something about being so desperate and horny that I'd literally beg my companions to do those sorts of things to me, with me.

At the same time it also felt a little hypocritical, since I definitely didn't want to use that power on them. And for that matter, the thought of Mr. Asshole having that kind of control over me and my new friends turned my stomach. But with Avril or Clara, or better yet both... Yeah.

Thinking about that was just getting me excited again.

Rather than get myself too worked up I tried to focus on something else. I forced myself to forget about the tattoos and everything we did last night after dinner, and instead focused on the bigger picture.

That helped a little with the horniness, but thinking about how I'd become a tiny busty foxgirl named Fiona only got my tail wagging even faster. For some reason.

I still had some very strange feelings about how I'd been transformed and what I'd been turned into, and I'd been trying to ignore those feelings for the last few days. I knew I couldn't put that off forever though, and as much as I'd been dreading it I figured now was as good a time as any for some introspection.

Moving quietly and slowly so as not to wake the others I carefully extricated myself from the cuddle. Once I was free Clara and Avril shifted closer then continued sleeping in each other's arms. It was honestly pretty cute, and it gave me some warm happy feelings to see how close they were with each other.

I moved over to kneel on the ground next to what remained of our campfire, then took a few moments to look down at my naked body. I wrapped my big floofy tail out front and around my knees so I could get a good look at it too.

Then I just quietly stared down at myself. I took in my big boobs, my narrow waist and flat belly, my wide hips and smooth legs, and my big fuzzy tail. I brought my hands up and gently ran them over my ample chest and my thick sensitive nipples. I moved my hands down over my belly, then along my hips. I even stroked my tail a couple times.

Finally I took a deep breath then shifted so my knees were spread apart. I forced myself to keep looking, and took in the view of my smooth hairless mound. I couldn't see my vulva from this position, but I knew it was there. Then I slowly ran the fingers of my right hand up along my inner thigh, then bit my lip and gently caressed my fingers over my warm, wet, sensitive folds.

I finally pulled my knees back together as I forced myself to think about all the things I'd been avoiding. Like why it made my tail wag every time my companions called me cute. Or every time they called me Fiona. Or every time something reminded me I was now a girl. And why all those things sent flutters through my heart.

Other little things popped up in my mind too. Like just after Mr. Asshole hit me with his foxgirlification ability, Avril told me that magic only worked on people who wanted to be a girl. People who were trans. That in turn reminded me of some stuff from my previous life. Like the long list of gender-bender web novels I'd read, and how that was secretly my favourite genre. Despite all my claims to the contrary.

Then it hit me, Natasha had to have known all along exactly what sort of stuff I was into. She even tried to steer me towards it, when I was telling her my bullshit isekai reincarnation wish-list. Which left me wondering if she actually planned for my new life to turn out like this. Or if she didn't set things up so I'd definitely get turned into a girl, she at least arranged it so that was a distinct possibility.

I glanced at the two purple heart tattoos on my left wrist as it slowly started to sink in. I didn't get everything I wanted, but a lot of the stuff I asked for had already come true. Even if it wasn't exactly the way I had in mind when I asked.

By the end of my first day in my new life I had two girlfriends. I had some magic that tied me to them and them to me, even if I didn't understand how to use it. And just like I wanted, I wasn't overpowered but I did have some modest talent with swords, or the short sword at least, and I knew a little magic. Same with my girlfriends, they definitely weren't going to sit on the sidelines while I did all the work. Even the magic tattoos did everything I asked for.

After that realization, I was left thinking about the things I didn't ask for. The things which gave me complicated feelings, like happy flutters in my heart or tummy while also making my tail wag.

I looked down at myself once more and thought about my small weak new body. I found myself staring at the two massive mounds on my chest, and I also thought about the tall fuzzy ears on my head. And I couldn't ignore the big floofy tail which was once again flapping back and forth behind me.

It was hard to admit it to myself, but I couldn't ignore or avoid the truth any longer. I didn't ask for these things, but they definitely made me happy. I was a tiny busty foxgirl, and my name was Fiona.

Some of those new details should have seemed like liabilities, like the fact that I was so small and weak. And certain parts of my body seemed very sensitive. I felt like I should have questioned that, or complained about it. Except being honest with myself, those were the sort of details I enjoyed the most in the stories I used to read online.

And I couldn't help smiling about that.

It turned out I was the protagonist of my new life after all. The difference was, my new life wasn't the sort of story I pretended to like. This was the kind of story I enjoyed in secret and never mentioned to another soul. The kind where the strong but clueless guy screws up and gets turned into a hot but fairly useless girl, then turns out to be a complete subby mess and spends half the story on her knees before her strong powerful new mistress.

That realization left my cheeks red, while at the same time my heart rate picked up again. And my tail was wagging, while my nipples hardened and I felt another needy flutter deep between my legs.

I was a small cute busty foxgirl, my new body was weak and sensitive, but I was girlfriends with two strong beautiful young women. Women who could physically overpower me and have their way with me any time they wanted. My new life was a combination of all the stuff I asked for, plus all the stuff I was too shy or ashamed to admit I wanted. Stuff I was too embarrassed to question why I liked it in the first place.

Maybe I wasn't quite ready to admit any of that to Avril or Clara yet, but now that I'd admitted it to myself I felt a lot better.

And I could hear my companions starting to stir behind me, so I decided to try and do something useful. I put some more wood on the embers of our fire, and got out some of our supplies so I'd have breakfast ready for them by the time they were both fully awake.

I was still naked when an equally nude Avril joined me by the small fire a minute or two later.

She slipped an arm around my waist and gave me a kiss as she greeted me, "Good morning Fiona. You were up early, is everything ok?"

I bid her a good morning in return, then added "I had a lot on my mind this morning, but I'm ok."

"I hope we didn't break you last night," Clara said as she sat down on my left.

The strong sexy ranger hadn't bothered to dress yet either, so the three of us ended up sitting naked together as we all shared another simple breakfast.

As we ate Clara gestured at the purple tattoos on her wrist and asked me, "I hope you're not too upset with Avril and I for taking advantage of you with these last night?"

"Not at all!" I replied, maybe a little too quickly. I felt my cheeks colouring as I admitted, "I um, actually enjoyed it. A lot."

My voice got quieter as I added, "In fact I wouldn't mind if you two did that again. Um, whenever it was convenient I guess. Or even when it wasn't..."

Clara and Avril exchanged a look and a smile, then the ranger asked "You said you had a lot on your mind this morning? What was it you were thinking about, if you don't mind sharing?"

That only made my blush a little brighter, but once again I didn't want to lie to my new friends. My voice remained quiet though as I replied, "Mostly about my new body I guess? Or my new circumstances. I suppose I was um, coming to terms with everything that's happened over the past few days..."

"Ah," she gave me a sympathetic smile. "I hope that's going ok?"

Avril added, "I hope you're happy with how things have turned out, Fiona? I know the details of your new body were Roderick's idea rather than your own, but I hope it's not too dreadful for you?"

My cheeks continued to burn as I slowly shook my head, "It's not dreadful. It's taken me a couple days to accept that though? Um, I guess what I'm trying to say is even if I'm not happy that Mr. Asshole was the one who made me like this, I've come to realize that I'm um, happy with the end result?"

That put smiles on both my companions' faces. Clara responded, "I'm glad to hear that Fiona. I'm sure Avril is too. For what it's worth we both think you look amazing, but none of that matters unless you're happy too."

"Definitely," Avril stated. "I think you're cute and hot and sexy, but only if you're happy with who and what you are."

"Thanks you two," I mumbled through my very blushy smile.

By that point we were pretty much finished our morning meal, and I really wanted to change the subject to something less embarrassing. I glanced back and forth at my two friends and asked, "Will we be doing more lessons again while we're walking today?"

Clara nodded, "May as well. It's no substitute for proper training though, and we can't really do that on the move. Maybe when we reach the outpost we could stop there for a few days. Especially if we can get you a proper short sword, and maybe some more daggers. Then I can give you some real training."

"That's a good idea," the druid agreed. "I won't be able to give you magic lessons quite like Clara can give you fighting lessons, but it'll be easier if we can focus on the magic without worrying about hiking and everything else."

With our plans made the three of us packed everything up again, and like before the two of them insisted on carrying the packs once more.

"Do you really think I'm too weak to do that?" I asked with a pout.

The tall strong ranger didn't pull any punches, she just nodded "Yeah pretty much."

"I'm sure you could carry one," Avril added. "But it might wear you out too much by the end of the day? Or the real concern is if we ran into trouble along the way, maybe you wouldn't be able to run or fight while loaded down with a heavy pack."

I continued to pout as we started walking, "Ok. That makes sense I guess."

The druid reached out and patted the top of my head then gave my ears a scritch as she said, "Sorry Fiona. Maybe we can get you a smaller pack and you can carry a few things? I know you want to help, it's just a matter of what's practical and what will work best for all three of us."

The pets and scritches got my tail wagging again, but at the same time it felt like the two of them were treating me as if I was a little kid. And the idea of getting me a small pack so I could carry a couple things only reinforced that. Like they were going to let me have a child's backpack so I could pretend to be one of the big girls. On the other hand I couldn't argue with the safety aspect, and the fact that they were both looking out for me.

Then Clara changed the subject, and gave me something entirely new to think about.

"Fiona, back when we were fighting the queen Roderick accidentally loaned you his magic," the ranger said in a thoughtful tone. "Did you try and give it back to him?"

I shook my head, "I wanted to, I wanted to either send it on to you like he meant in the first place, or to give it back to him? But I had no idea how to do that. I didn't know how to use it or what to do with it. Why?"

"I was just thinking," she replied with a shrug. "If you didn't return it before he died, then you might still have it?"

I almost tripped over my feet at that idea. I ended up staring at her in surprise as I found myself wondering the same thing. Did I still have access to Mr. Asshole's gods-given talent with magic? And if so, how could I tap into it?

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