Meet Amphitrity at the market

As your first clitoral orgasm winds down you feel a disturbing sense of clarity. You're still rubbing at your girly parts when it occurs to you that you're enjoying this entirely too much. You remove your hands from where they were fondling and sit up in bed, still catching your breath from the biggest climax of your life.

A deep wave of shame washes over you. You almost feel nauseous. The smell of pussy is thick in the air, your pussy. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to hide it from your traitorous fingers. Less than twenty four hours in this body and you were already masturbating like a girl. You need to get a grip, you have a lot to do today.

You look down at your body again, still unable to believe this is what you look like now. It almost feels like you're trapped in a costume. Your breasts, hips, ass, hair, legs; they all broadcast the same thing. Anyone who looks at you will see a woman, you even see one when looking at yourself.

Even if you could find something to wear that would cover up all your most telling features, your height and voice would still give you away. You attempt to say a few words in your former register, deepening your voice as low as you can, but it doesn't work. It would sound comical if you weren't so distraught. Maybe with a heap of specialty clothes you could pass for a teenage boy, but nobody would take you for a man in this body. You lie back in bed, hiding yourself under the covers. The idea of going outside suddenly seems like too much to bear.

You can't escape your changes even in total solitude though. A playful arousal is still humming in your pussy, calling out for attention. You squeeze your thighs together in denial, but inadvertently find the feeling pleasantly stimulating. You squeeze your thighs a few more times, squirming a bit while you cross and clench your legs some more. This would have been hell on your balls, but now it feels rather nice. You let out a soft grunt of frustration as you realize you've essentially gone back to playing with yourself.

As much as the prospect of being in public as a woman has you mortified, it's something you're going to need to deal with eventually. If you hurry up you could still meet Amphitrity at the market and see about getting some help from that witch. With some luck and a bit of coin it feels possible you could be a man again by sundown, but it all starts with you getting out of bed.

You get up and rifle through your limited wardrobe, looking for anything that could fit your new form. You manage to cobble together an outfit out of a long loose shirt cinched with a belt and a pair of track pants with the legs rolled up a bit to fit your smaller stature. The shirt was a little long on you before, now it's practically a tunic, ending midway down your thighs. The bottoms had enough stretch to fit around your new hips, but you still felt self-conscious about your shapely ass and the conspicuous lack of a bulge between your legs, which made you thankful for the added modesty of the long shirt.

You make a couple attempt to bind your breasts with some bandages, but eventually you give up. It doesn't feel like you're doing it right, and your breasts are too large to hide even with a proper technique. You end up leaving them naked under your shirt like the day before. Maybe you could find something in the market to hide them.

You decide to leave most of your money at home just to be safe, taking only twenty gold coins with you in a little coin purse. Before leaving the house you also reluctantly stuff your pants with a clean rag. You're hoping to be back in a male body before you have to experience a period, but you don't want to risk being stuck in public with bloody pants. The feeling of the cloth packed around your new parts is uncomfortable and humiliating, one more reminder of your altered anatomy.

You hurry from your house to the market to meet Amphitrity, once again made painfully aware of how much your breasts move when you rush. Why did you agree to take so much boob in the chest swap yesterday? That silver collar really messed with your head. As you pass some food stalls you're distracted by a heavenly aroma. Your stomach gurgles, you haven't had breakfast and you're starving.

You're particularly drawn to a stall selling fresh cakes frosted with fruit and cream. You decide to buy an entire cake, but the only money you have with you is in the form of gold coins. It take the baker a little time to count out your change, and as you're putting it into your coin purse the entire sack gets snatched from your hands by a hooded figure.

"Stop! Thief!" You shout after them, cringing at how shrill you voice sounds. The figure quickly outpaces you and darts down an alley. They had no sooner vanished into the shadows than came flying back out, stumbling and landing on their back. A tall, broad man rushes out from the alley after them and takes hold of the thief.

"I got him." The man announces calmly. You recognize his voice, he's the one who rescued you in the latrine yesterday. You approach hesitantly, thankful to get your purse back, but embarrassed to be helped by the same man twice in as many days.

"Thank you very much." You say to him meekly, accepting your coin purse back and stowing it out of sight. You offer the man half of the cake you'd just purchased as further thanks, but he turns it down.

"Don't mention it. I was just on my way to the auctions, I'll take this scoundrel with me. A week of indentured service should teach him some manners, and I'm sure his sale price will make a fine reward for myself." The thief struggles in his grip, but the man merely slugs him in the gut and hefts the winded body over his shoulder like a sack of wheat. He turns back to you as he's leaving and adds. "We should meet again under less dire circumstances. You can usually find me at the construction site off market street, near where we first met."

Your cheeks blush a bit at the reference to the situation in the latrine. As thankful as you are for the help, you don't plan on spending any more time with this body than necessary, especially not in the company of men who'd already seen your naked bottom. Still, you find yourself nodding and waving politely, not wanting to appear ungrateful.

You carry your cake further into the market, keeping a lookout for Amphitrity running around. Eventually you spot her resting on a bench in the square. You plop down beside her and begin to eat your breakfast, offering her the piece the helpful man declined.

"Are you trying to sabotage me? I'm here to loose weight, not gain it back." She says, pushing the offered cake away. She looks tired, you can see sweat glistening on her exposed skin. Her hair is wrapped in a sort of shawl tied in a way that keeps the sweat out of her eyes. "We really gotta get you some new clothes." She says nodding towards your chest.

You pause eating for a moment to see what she means, worried you might have dribbled cream down your front. It takes you a second to realize your nipples are hard and plainly visible through the shirt. You reposition your arms to cover yourself while you continue eating.

"That excited to see me?" Amphitrity teases you, reveling a little in your predicament.

"If I'm going to spend any more time in this body I'm certainly going to need something to cover up with." You fume, stuffing the last of the cake into your mouth sullenly. It was easier to talk about clothes than admit you've felt insatiably horny all morning.

"Wow, you really devoured that thing." Amphitrity says in awe. You feel a little embarrassed, but you'd been so hungry, it had felt like you were starving. "Well you're in luck because the witch I know owns a clothing shop here in the market. If she can't fix you right away, we'll at least be able to get you a suitable wardrobe. It's called The Witch's Stitch."

You feel a bit uneasy about meeting this witch, but it seems like your only option if you want to avoid being a woman, probably on her period, for an entire week until the swap sale opens again. Amphitrity gets up and begins leading you towards the shop.