Magic

Okay... so it's not really a plan per se. But **** situations call for **** solutions, and when it comes to **** solutions, one name comes to mind: Cyria, the hag of the great forest.

She used to be Cyria, court wizard to the king of Argion, but apparently some decades ago the king was unsatisfied with one of her spells and she was **** to flee the country. Since then she's been living in a forest hut that apparently can only be found by those who seek her aid. It's a pretty nifty defense mechanism. Her help always comes at a price, they say. Specifically, you have to pay her gold, which she presumably leaves the forest to spend while in disguise. Fortunately, I've managed to save up some money over the years, and I had the foresight to bury it prior to my meeting with the tribe.

While I was making the trek to the right part of the forest - fortunately it wasn't far, only a four days' walk - I had plenty of time to think about what exactly I wanted from Cyria. The answer I had in mind was, of course, quite simple. But I knew such things rarely turned out quite so simple - not to mention the fact that I scarcely knew what would lie within the realm of possibility where magic was concerned. Still, I figured honesty was the best policy when dealing with a powerful witch. So when I finally found myself in a dimly-lit ramshackle hut (which I was quite disappointed to find was no larger or even cleaner on the inside than the outside) with a half-crazed looking matron in a tattered robe sitting uncomfortably close to me and asking me what it was that I needed, my first words were "I want you to make me a woman."

It wasn't until I had actually said it that I realized my terrible word choice. She certainly didn't know my predicament; to her I was just an oddly-dressed, boyish young woman. It must have sounded like... well... when she finally stopped laughing (I guess being a hermit, she doesn't hear a lot of good jokes) I tried to refine my request. Of course, my embarrassment made it difficult to find the words. I think I stuttered out something to the effect of wanting her to change my body and make me a real girl.

She looked me over with a quizzical expression. "You look 'girl' enough to me already, dear. Of course, if it is 'woman' you're hoping for, I'm sure I have something to give you a bit more up here," she offered, illustrating her point with her hands on my chest. For a hermit, Cyria seems to have a very poor appreciation of personal space. "How old are you, anyway? Must be a bit of a late bloomer," she continued, seemingly more to herself than to me, "unless... You don't mean..."

Without further warning, her hand dove into the front of my shorts. Her eyes lit up at the discovery of my flaccid penis. I, on the other hand, was mortified. "Oh, it's been a long time since I've had a request like this. Not since the one that landed me out here. Turns out when the princess decides to be a prince, it can really ruin a marriage contract. I think the poor fellow got disowned in the end, and I got charged with murdering the princess. Can you believe that? I was only doing my job, serving the royal family as any loyal subject would."

Much to my dismay, Cyria made no move to withdraw her hand while telling this story. Instead she idly fondled my member, which slowly began to harden under her ministrations, despite the situation. I was even beginning to enjoy the sensation when she finally took her hand away, leaving me quite uncomfortable.

"Alright, I've decided! I'm going to help you, free of charge!" she announced excitedly, "you'll just have to do me a tiny little favor once it's done. But we'll get to that later. For now, let's try to nail down just what sort of solution you need." At this point she leapt to her feet and, for a few moments, was a flurry of activity, running across the room, rooting through stockpiles of magical reagents, and paging through a musty old tome. "If the end goal is just for you to pass for a woman, we can use a static illusion. To others you'll appear to have the body of a voluptuous young woman, even to the touch. The effect might not hold up under sustained physical contact, though. Underneath the illusion, you'll still have your original body. Also, you'd need to perform a daily ritual to sustain the illusion."

"The other option is a complete and permanent body transformation. You probably wouldn't be able to bear children, but other than that you'd have a healthy female body. There are three downsides to this option. First is that it really is permanent, and you only get to do it once. Second is that the process would be a bit long and, for you, excruciatingly painful. No avoiding that when your body is restructuring itself. Finally, I don't actually have the main ingredient on hand, so before we even started you'd have to somehow get your hands on the liver of a giant swamp toad. On second thought, better just make it the whole toad, cutting it up can be a tricky business."

"Regardless of which path you choose, you'll also have to make some choices about what you want to look like. In particular, do you want to be recognizable as yourself? If you want, you can get a whole new face, but you don't have to. Also, is there anything else you wanted to keep? It'd be kind of a shame to let such a nice cock go to waste," she finished with a wink.