You feel different

You come to with a start. You've never appreciated fresh air more in your entire life. Just the ability to breath has your whole attention until you lean forward and...

the weight is all wrong. You'd fall over forwards from the momentum if you weren't already firmly on the ground. Your shoulders weigh far too little and your chest far too much. Your tunic, cut for a man's dimensions, is hanging off of you revealing... You have breasts! Not small ones either. You were not used to evaluating them from this angle but from the sheer heft of them you thought you would have had the largest rack in your home town. Some traitorous and suppressed corner of your head feels pride at this in contrast to the abject horror that dominates the screaming whirlwind that is the rest of your mind.

You try to stand up but fall immediately back down on your rump, glad that Tritera had the foresight to place you somewhere soft. Actually the cushions felt even softer than before and it took you a moment to locate your own expanded backside as the source of the extra cushioning.

Your eyes stray from your extra padding to a point obscured by your new breasts and the baggy tattered remains of your tunic. You can't see your old friend. You can't feel him either. You're too afraid to look and send a lone hand down to investigate instead. Slowly snaking down through your tunic. The motion disturbs your breast yielding the strangest sensation.

As you reach your crotch you find, nothing. Nothing at first. You grasp where you had so many times before. Muscle memory expecting to find your fist not quite full of cock only to squeeze empty air. The expected result of course. You knew this. It was all expected. But knowing and believing had never been further apart.

You redirect your hand to exploring the other half of this particular transformation. Seeking to reconcile your knowledge with your belief. Somehow your quarry was further down than you had expected but you found it. A few pats that you felt on your new sex as much as with your hand were all that were needed to make you a believer. Your eyes go wide. Wide enough to notice Tritera watching you intently.

Tritera saw you. You saw that Tritera saw you. Tritera saw that you saw that Tritera saw you.

The standoff stood at stalemate long enough for all the blood to drain from your face.