On the other side of the world, Igram sat on the beach, sipping on a cocktail that he had just bought with his last money. It did not bother him, he had planned years ahead on how he was to sustain himself and it did not involve working.
He had a huge grin on his face, it was almost two weeks and neither his mother nor Ezeldah was on his tail. He wasn't so confident, there was a high possibility they would find him at any second but he was as sure as hell to fight for his freedom. He was not going to an all-women Coven again, it was over his dead body.
But he was curious to know how his mother was doing or if she was even alive at all. Ezeldah was unpredictable, even though he was old enough to take his own punishment, it wouldn't surprise him if his mother was punished instead of him.
However they had to catch him first, so far he was doing a good job and he loved being a man. He was good at it which was not surprising because he was naturally a man. He was not in his natural self but a stolen identity of a man he met at a gas station. An older man, in his early twenties, brown hair, black eyes, medium height with pale skin. He had realized, it was very difficult for the coven witches to identify him in a shapeshifted form. Even his own mother sometimes fell for his tricks.
The freedom he had obtained could not allow him to be in the face he was born with. A simple shift would send out an alert to where he was, that was a fact he had tested whenever he played hide and seek with his mother and other witches.
The good part was that he could be whatever male he wanted, and his target was wealthy men who had all the luxury in the world. With his beautiful gift, he planned to live a luxurious life.
He was sitting on the beach, observing one particular man who was representing himself as high class and taste wherever he went. He had observed the man for a week and gathered all the information he needed to affect his plan.
He could practically hear him bragging from where he was sitting. The man was in the company of three beautiful girls and was trying to convince them to join him on a special cruise on one of his luxury yachts.
Ingram couldn't mind such a life, it sounded adventurous, he needed to have some fun before the witches caught up with him. He got up with a bag full of women's lingerie and walked to the women's restroom.
He looked around and made sure the entire restroom was empty before shapeshifting into a woman, an art he had learned and perfected since he was a baby. An art he always attributed to being a curse and it was that curse he was going to cash in.
At least his mother gave him something valuable he thought as he completed his shift into a beautiful blond girl with light blue eyes, straight from a swimwear magazine. He made sure the girl had a perfect set of boobs. Such was very captivating to lustful men with a lot of money. He gave himself a stare in the mirror and smiled before heading out.
The game was very simple, seduce, seclude the scumbag then steal his identity and spend his money like there was no tomorrow.
With his confidence, he walked straight to where the man and the girls were chilling and joined them without an invitation or the care in the world.
"You are Dovan Hills, I presume?" the beautiful girl asked the man that had eyes all over her. He was typically salivating and undressing her. Ingram felt his skin crawl but he had no option but to pray the game.
"Ladies excuse us," the man said to the other ladies he was with.
The disappointed ladies stared at him in shock, a minute ago they were planning a getaway.
"I said out!" The man yelled.
The three ladies stood up pissed, they all gave the beautiful lady that just took their place deadly glares. She was very beautiful compared to them, way more beautiful than they could complain.
"And who is this fine beautiful woman? Are you from around here?"
Igram brushed, some women's straits and behavior came all naturally without practice. He waved his blond hair to his side, pushed his chest, and grabbed a cocktail that was on the table, sipping it slowly in a seductive way.
The man's eyes were almost popping out of his sockets. He had never wanted a woman so much, he wanted to strip her and have her right there on the beach and Igram knew exactly what he was thinking.
"There are some old toilets at the back of those two vans," the beautiful girl in front of him suggested. "We can get to know each other while getting it on."
The man chuckled, he liked girls that never bit around the bush. "I have a room some blocks away "
"We can start with the old toilets, come on it will be fun. Don't you love doing it in the old-fashioned dangerous way?" The girl asked seductively.
The man was already turned on by her voice, without second thought, he got up and asked her to lead the way. Sex was the only thing running through his mind. His mind had been completely switched off like some teenager.
The girl kept turning and smiling at him like some excited teen too. He had no idea how old she was but that did not matter. They arrived at the old toilets and she got in first, urging him to get in.
"Are you sure this place is clean, I think my room would have been better," the man suggested as he noticed the dirty doors and walls. He was rich and could afford a room, the toilet made him want to puke and it took his sex appetite away.
"I like doing it in dirty places, come in, you will enjoin it."
The man hesitated a bit but his hormones got the better judgment out of him and he got in.
The girl quickly ran to the door excited and closed it, "this is going to be the day you will live to remember," the girl said in a man's voice.
"What the fuck…" the man yelled in confusion but before he could react, Igram blew some purplish powder on his face sending him tumbling down. He had no idea what the staff was but it hurt like hell, he screamed in agony while rubbing his eyes and rolling on the dirty floor screaming; "You stupid bitch, you stupid bitch, I will get you, do you know who I am!"
Igram had already shapeshifted into the man and was busy admiring himself in the mirror. He was now Dovan Hills, a millionaire/philanthropist. Medium height with black curly hair, blue eyes with a chiseled jaw.
"Not bad, I promise to spend your money unwisely," he stated as he began taking the man's pants off.
The man tried to fight him off but the powder in his eyes was calling for more attention. His eyes were burning like they were on fire. He tried opening one and that's when he saw what the girl had become. He was practically staring at himself, he froze in shock, ignoring the pain in his eyes.
"What the fu**ck! What the Fu**ck!, what are you" he kept screaming as his clothes, wallet, and car keys were grabbed from him.
"You won't get away with this…
" sh sh she, I have already gotten away with it," Igram replied. "I am you know."
"No one will believe you stupid fool! …Are you going to kill me?"
"No I am not a killer, you will just be busy trying to convince everyone I am not you while I enjoy your life," Igram replied with a smile.
The man tried to grab him but he was so much in pain, his face was burning.
"You fool… what did you do to me?"
"Gave you a temporary plastic surgery," Igram replied before knocking the man unconscious. He was talking too much which was very irritating.
The purple powder had done its job, it had disfigured his face, making him unrecognizable. He had learned to make the powder back at the coven. Most witches used it to make their rival witches ugly or curse on humans. He never once thought it would one day come in handy.
He walked out of the toilet with a huge smile on his knew borrowed face and locked the door behind him. By the time anyone was going to find the sex-crazy hegoat, he was going to be halfway around the world blowing the fool's money.