You go home, sleep, and wake up to a pussy wet with morning dew

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You ask Amphitrity once you've finished sobbing on her shoulder.

"Let's just say I've been there." She says, reassuringly patting your head. "Now how much did that greedy old bat take from you?"

You almost want to tell her to keep her money, but you're worried you'll need every coin you can find to get out of this mess. "20 gold coins." You say, somewhat reluctantly.

"For one measly trip to the latrine? That rotten, thieving..." She let's out a deep sigh and calms herself. "Not worth getting upset over. I'm sorry I told you it would be okay. Here, let me make it right." She presses a handful of coins into your sack of earnings and you nearly begin weeping again out of gratitude. "Hey, no more of that." She warns you playfully. "Go home and get some rest. You can find me in the market tomorrow, I'll be running laps around the square to burn off some of this extra weight." She says, patting the little paunch of a belly she'd been given in a swap today.

"If you're looking for exercise, would you mind walking me home?" You ask her timidly. You feel awful asking Amphitrity for more favors when she's already done so much for you, but the idea of walking the city streets at dusk in this body gives you the creeps. The people of this world seem all-too-eager to take advantage of anyone they perceive as weak, and your new shape in particular seemed to attract that perception. You feel like you're starting to understand part of the appeal of androgyny here. The last thing you needed right now was for someone to rob you on your way home, or worse.

"Of course I can." She responds warmly, walking arm-in-arm with you down the street. You feel a bit like a girl being courted, but it was better than how anyone else had been treating you. At least Amphitrity seemed to have some idea of what you were feeling and what you needed, and she was willing to help how she could. You hoped this witch friend of hers would be half as kind.

The walk home is safe and sweet. Amphitrity wishes you a good night and you return the courtesy as you step inside your house, locking the door behind you. You hide the little sack of gold under your mattress and strip out of your ill-fitting clothes. You take stock of your naked body briefly, lit by the orange glow of the crystal bulb in the ceiling. Hardly any of your clothes will fit you now. Maybe you could find a few temporary garments in the market tomorrow. You run your hands over your curves and heft your breasts; those girls really did a number on you.

"Slumber light." You command, shrouding the room in darkness. You collapse onto your bed and try to get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you in the morning, and it's not going to get any easier by worrying about it.

You have a fitful night filled with strange dreams. In the most vivid one you find yourself speaking with a girl who has the body you went to bed in. You're back in your old body, both of you are sitting on the couch. You're apologizing for what's happened to her, but she's trying to assure you it's not your fault. At some point in the conversation you realize you're both naked.

"You must miss having a cock, huh?" You ask her, your eyes drawn to the space between her legs.

"I guess so." She says, rubbing lightly at the place it where it would be, rustling the scant hairs on her pubic mound. "It's weird, I don't really feel like I'm missing anything, but then I see yours and I start to think..." She trails off, a light blush coloring her cheeks.

"Start to think what?" You ask. Your dick is hard, and you find yourself stroking it casually.

"Like about how different it is now, I guess." She murmurs, crossing her legs tightly. "When I look at yours I can remember how it felt to have one, and then that's all I can think about." She admits, blushing all the more.

"Would it help to touch it?" You ask her, removing your hand and pointing your hips towards her. She reaches out pensively and touches your member, running her fingers gently along the rigid length.

"It's so warm." She says in wonder, grasping onto your cock and stroking it a few times. You let out a low moan, enjoying the stimulation. "I'm not sure this is helping, but it does give me more ideas."

"What kind of ideas?" You ask, keeping your voice low and intimate. You have a feeling you know where this is going.

She leads you towards the bed, pulling you along by your erection. "It always felt so good during sex. It makes me wonder what it feels like for the other person. Like what it would feel like for me to have it inside." She turns to face you. Her hand is back between her legs, toying with the top of her pussy.

"Why don't you lay back on the bed and I can show you." You suggest, climbing onto the bed after her and positioning yourself between her knees. She wraps her legs around you, pulling you closer as she uses her hands to guide your cock to her opening. Her face is bright red with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. Her pussy is drenched with her slippery wetness.

You feel yourself slide into her as you push your hips forward. Her eyes roll back and she softly moans. You love the way she feels on your dick, you can feel her pussy gripping you with internal tension. It's so wet, tight, and warm you nearly cum just from the initial penetration. You can tell from the look on her face she's in a similar state of mind.

"Don't stop." She pleads, grinding against you for more. You rock into her again and again, pumping your cock into her vagina. "Oh fuck, that feels so good." She exclaims, her legs gripping you even tighter. "Yes, yes, oh fuck-" She's becoming increasingly incoherent, you can feel she's about to cum on your dick. You push into her one more time, feeling your own impending orgasm, then you wake up.

Returning to consciousness is almost startling, you'd been so deep in the dream the sudden alertness is jarring. You still feel like you're on the cusp of an orgasm. You reach down to stroke your dick over the edge, only to find you no longer have one. It's especially strange because you could swear you have a raging hard-on right now. Your fingers probe lower, searching for the source of that feeling until they come across your achingly needy clit.

Your entire pussy is sopping wet with arousal, just like the girl in your dream, so your finger glides easily between your labia to touch the little pea-sized bump that has replaced your penis. You recoil a bit at first contact. It's so sensitive, touching it directly is almost like how a firm poke on the very tip of your dickhead would have felt.

You groan in a moment of horny frustration. You just want to grab onto your clit and stroke it until you cum, but it's far too little and recessed to do anything but prod around it. You feel a bitter understanding of why none of your girlfriends seemed to like your fingering; it wasn't enough, and you can feel your orgasm slipping away.

You try rubbing at the top of your pussy, stroking your mound up and down. That feels good, yes, more of that. Your hand moves faster as you chase the feeling of climax. A deep tingly feeling begins to roll through your body.

Your nipples are so hard and crinkly they almost feel sore. Your free hand moves to your chest, gently comforting the nearest nipple with a little pressure. It sends a shock of pleasure through you that pushes you right over the edge.

A huge orgasm rocks you, causing muscles you didn't know you had to spasm and clench between your legs. Your stomach flexes and your eyes unfocus as your mouth opens in a breathless gasp. It keeps going, dancing through your body at full power for a solid ten seconds before it begins to fade. At its essence it's the same thing you felt when cumming with your dick, but deeper and more enduring. Like doing a dive off a high board compared to hopping into a pool.

As you come back to reality you realize you're still keyed up. You haven't stopped rubbing your pussy and it still feels fantastic. You toy lightly with your nipple, trying to decide if you should get out of bed or make yourself cum again.