Cinaedus

"Cinaedus." she concludes "You shall be taught dancing, and intercourse, song, and obedience, even to the use of magic if we must," she states on the side. "Your masculinity will be, removed..." she smirks, "Should you have had much to begin with, And you will be taught ways to make yourself seem less unsightly. We'll decide what you shall specialize in later."

"Magic," she dictates to the girls. "Will be required to reshape his body, pay no mind to the cost, it will be added to his contract. I want this sissy irreconcilable to his wasted sex."

"W-What?!" You stammer. Her eyes dart to me, and you suddenly realize your position with this woman is tentative at best. "I'm only an indentured servant." You begin more slowly. "I... I'm supposed to be free once my debt is payed, and..."

"Which is why you will be trained to service guests in our halls and brothels, and not prepared for auction."

"But my debt..."

"Will grow, the more difficult you make your training." She quips sharply. She prowls over to you, the soft click of heeled sandals echoes through the hall, and she comes to stand before you. Despite being taller, you feel as though you have to look up to meet her gaze. "Do you wish to lower your stature further?"

You want to ask if the magic is permanent. You want to demand representation from the regional arbiter, the one who appointed you your home. You want to throw your hands up and walk out at the absurdity of it all... but you don't. Whether by magic, or by the presence of the woman before you, you find yourself feeling incredibly small. You wonder if selling Astridr to shorten your time wasn't a bad idea. It's beginning to dawn on you that unless you do something now, You're here for the long haul...