Amphitrity is waiting for you, watching over your earnings

You run back to the swap shop, once again clutching your breasts to prevent their painful jostling. This time you also notice how differently your lower body moves. Your wider hips and shorter legs have given a pronounced sway to your gait, your butt even jiggles a little with each impact.

You return to the shop to find Amphitrity waiting for you, watching over your podium. Your earnings appear untouched. She waves you over with some urgency and you sprint the last bit of distance. You arrive panting and out of breath.

"Glad to see you made it back with dry pants." She says with a wry smile. "Now hurry up, the shop keeper has no tolerance for being made to wait, and she's almost got through all the others." You collect your earnings and rush after her into the shop.

You catch your breath standing in line. There's only two people ahead of you. You notice that Amphitrity has hardly changed. Her orange eyes and iridescent nails have been swapped for mundane counterparts, and it looks like she might have put on a little weight, but she still seems to be holding a sizable sack of coins. You look down at your own sack of coins, considering how much you gave up for what you've earned. You hope it will be enough to restore your body to some semblance of what it was like when you woke up this morning.

As each salesperson reaches the counter the shop keeper takes her cut and frees them from their bonds. Amphitrity turns to you as her turn arrives. "Meet me after you're done here, I can help you figure things out." Then she's beckoned to the counter. You stand alone in line for a moment still unsure of who you can trust or what you should do.

When it's your turn the shop keeper pauses after counting your earnings. "Don't think I didn't notice you running off just then." She warns you sternly. "I should take your entire cut for a stunt like that." Your blood runs cold at her words. You'd be left in this body with no money to change back. "But." She adds, reveling in your terror. "I understand you had certain needs to take care of due to the swaps you'd made. I am not an unkind woman, and I don't wish to gain a reputation for exploiting my salespeople, so I will let you off with a warning this time." She picks up a small handful of your gold coins. "A warning and a fine. In the future you can come to me with such needs, I have a toilet in the back. I won't have my salespeople trotting around town in their silver shackles." She puts away her cut of your day's work and begins to remove your restraints. Your face is flushed with embarrassment and indignation, but you don't challenge her. You really need the money, and you can't risk her changing her mind.

As you leave the shop you count your earnings. 135 gold coins, and a scattering of smaller coinage you don't fully understand. It's a small fortune for an average worker, but you worry it's still inadequate to recover your body. If you saved every penny and came back next week as a customer you wouldn't even be able to afford your own penis. You wonder for a moment if genitalia is always so expensive, or if there was something special about the trade you made today. Maybe you'd had a particularly valuable dick?

You see Amphitrity waiting for you outside the shop. She senses your sour mood as you approach. "Hey, how are you doing?" She asks with a touch of sympathy in her voice.

"The shop keeper fined me for using the bathroom." You tell her, tears beginning to well in your eyes. Why is this making you cry so easily? You try to fight through it. "And I'm worried I haven't earned enough to buy back much of anything I had before. Even if I did I'll have to spend the rest of the week like this." Against your best efforts the tears begin to flow down your cheeks. You wipe them away with your sleeve, but more stream out to take their place. Amphitrity wraps an arm around you in a gesture of comfort, but it also reminds you how much shorter you've become. The top of your head hardly reaches her shoulders. You let out a strained sob, losing the battle against your urge to cry.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. I'll cover the fine from my own earnings." She promises you. "And I know a witch who might be able to help with your predicament." She takes you by the shoulders and looks into your eyes. Her eyes are a deep brown now, rich and dark. "You aren't alone, we're going to get through this." She promises you.