A Headache

A splitting headache starts at the back of your head, creeping across your skull with ever-increasing intensity. It grows more and more painful until you can hardly bear it...

And then it's gone, and suddenly you can think clearly again.

You look up at Aramina and gasp. "What the fuck! How did you get into my room? How did you know I had dicks? How are you even here, there's no such thing as a lamia!"

One of her hands moves up and pinches the bridge of her nose. "This is what I was trying to avoid," she mutters. Another hand comes over and begins to press against your temple. "Shh, just let me work my magic and this will all be forgotten."

You knock bat her arm away. "No! I want answers! What have you done to me? Did you do this?" You gesture at your crotch.

She puts you down. "Look, Mia, I didn't do anything to you except cast a little charm that stopped you from reacting like, well, this. The cocks, they happened on their own, and I must warn you, there are more changes to come. You are right, there is no such thing as a lamia, at least not in your world. But there are also no people in your world who have four dicks. I was tasked to bring you back to my world, where you will be able to live out your life normally, no one hunting you down, or trying to experiment on you."

"But why? How did you know I was here? And where even is your world?"

Aramina sighed. "I come from a different, adjacent dimension. We call it 'Caryce'. It's a world made for the outcasts of other worlds. Every time a freak is born, or made, the beacon on the mountain lights up, and one of us must be teleported between worlds to safely bring them back. Have I answered all of your questions?"

"I have just one more."

"Well? What is it?"

You blush a deep crimson. "Can I have a shower first?"