"...No."

"I thought so," he says, grinning. "So did Morri. You get an eye for it."

You feel a little bashful about being told you don't even look like you want to be a man, but it's unusually easy to accept, as everything else has been. Today's just a day for change, you suppose. "I guess that's a relief, though. Being a man sounded scary... and hard. But I still need to eat and have a home! What can I do here?"

"Oh, that's easy," Svier says. "Again, follow your mother's example. Plenty of men would go for a cutie like you."

You gape at him. "Me? A cutie? I-I mean, a whore?"

He shrugs. "Why not? Why don't you want to be a whore? I think we've established that it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Yeah, but..." you trail off. "I'm not a woman!"

"Who says men can't be whores? But that's not really the issue. You don't want to be a man, after all, you said so yourself. Say it: 'I don't want to be a man.'" Svier looks at you expectantly, and you swallow nervously before answering.

"I don't want to be a man."

"So if you aren't a man... what are you?"

You struggle to answer for a moment before blurting. "A boy? I don't know, I didn't think about that!"

"It's fine," he says reassuringly. "You're fine. I just want to help you and walk you through all of this. But tell me... when you've grown up more, what will you become? A boy must become a man, but if you will not - can not become one... what's left?"

"I don't know," you reply.

"I think you do," he says. "Perhaps there's a simpler way to explain this. I want to help you, and we still need to learn about how this potion works, so will you help me too?"

You nod. Of course you want to help him.

"Alright. What makes a man a man? At the end of the day, you can take away almost everything from a man and he'll still be a man. What's the key difference?"

You blush, eyes flickering down. "I guess... their penis?" He couldn't be talking about anything else, right?

"Precisely. The natural order of things, commanded to be left undisturbed. Even great magicians and alchemists usually avoid manipulating the sexes. Let's illustrate this whole issue, shall we?" the main says with a grin. With that, he pulls at his drawstrings and pulls them apart, letting a long, thick member fall down to hang between his legs.

"Tell me, what do you notice?" he says, his voice casual despite having exposed himself. Then again, you've been naked this whole time too, so maybe this is all natural. It has to be, otherwise he'd be acting as if it wouldn't, right?

To the question at hand, there is really only one answer. "It's big." You mutter the words, defeat in your tone. Your eyes are glued to it, swinging softly like the pendulum of a clock, laying over a soft but full sack, the head obscured but its shape visible beneath the foreskin. Its closeness alarms you, and your attention cannot be pulled from it...

"That's right," he says. "It's big. Penises are large, they're a symbol of masculinity. Virility, strength, health, potency, all of this defines a man's appeal and stature at the core of our psyche. The noble that rode off with your sweetheart, did they marry?"

"Yes," you pout. "Happily so, it's said."

"Then he was a man. And put his manhood to good use, if they speak truly. Women seek after men, not boys. Could you have satisfied that girl, Roland?"

You hate it. You want to refuse, but it's far too late for that. "No," you bite out. "I couldn't have." The image of the two of them riding out of town flickers in your mind, mixed with fantasies of the beautiful blonde girl you fancied, naked and in the thralls of orgasm. Only, now the image of her seems dimmer, and you can't help but imagine him, and the cock she must've loved as well. ...

"It's alright. You should be proud for acknowledging the truth. You don't have a penis, you're far too small. You have something women have. It's called a clit, or a clitoris. Babes are decided in the womb, it is said, and either the clitoris develops into manhood, or it remains small and impotent. A jewel above the womanhood. And..." he continues, placing a hand on your shoulder. "They grow stiff when aroused. When a woman sees a penis and wants it, her clitoris may grow erect. Men do not get erections from seeing other men's penises, unless they're gay. So tell me, if you're not a woman, you don't want to be a man, but you're very erect right now, what does that make you?"

"It makes me gay," you reply, heart pounding as your cock throbs.

"Good," he praises. "So it would be natural, then, if you were gay, to be fascinated with another man's penis. You don't have to hold back. Tell me what you're thinking. Touch it."

Your hand moves with a mind of its own, grasping his soft, thick cock. It twitches in your hand, and your bite your lip as you examine it. "It's thick," you say. "I can't fit my hand around it. It smells good, I think. I like the way it's soft but hard at the same time, and the skin at the end is nice." You rub your hands along it, and feel your mouth start to water as it begins to swell in your grasp. You breathe heavily as your other hand reaches down to shakily stroke your own member, which has started to leak onto the bench.

"I can tell you liked that. It's very normal to touch and play with men's penises, since you're gay, but we need to keep something in mind. You're a gay boy, but when you grow up, you can't be a man. You'll be a woman, with a clitoris, and women don't stroke their clitoris like men stroke themselves. It's not natural for a gay boy, a sissy, to play with his own clitoris either then, is it?"

"...No," you whine, reaching away. "But it feels good."

"I know it does," Svier says kindly, "And I want you to feel good. We're learning, after all. Since we're doing this together, I'll help you out. You need to learn how to be a sissy, so I'll help you enjoy it. Do you want that?"

"Yes!" you moan, **** for more pleasure.

"Good. Follow me," he says, and guides you past the different devices and rows of chemicals into his private quarters. He gestures to the bed, and you slide onto the covers as he takes his clothes off. He crawls on after you, and leans against the headboard. "Here," he says, patting his lap. "Lay against me. You'll like it."

You timidly obey, and soon you're nestled against his chest with his stiff cock pushing up between your legs. The difference is clear, and you almost whimper as the sheer gap in girth and length sinks in. You jump slightly when a soft hand reaches around and rubs against your chest, and your eyes track the other as it slides down your waist to wrap around your stiff clitoris. He starts to rub and jerk it slowly, methodically, and you shiver with delight. At his gentle prodding, you follow suit, reaching down and taking his cock in your hands, reaching under his arms, and pumping it to match his rhythm and technique. He hums contently in your ear, and you feel a flutter of satisfaction.

"Do you like helping a man get off? Does having a man touch you feel good?"

"Yes," you reply.

"Yes what?" he urges. "You need to accept these things."

"I like helping a man... get off. It feels good when you touch me."

"Better," he says. "You're a gay sissy who likes playing with penises."

"I'm a gay sissy who likes p-playing with penises," you repeat, starting to writhe in his lap.

"Good girl," he whispers, stroking faster. You do the same, moaning louder as his hand tweaks your very sensitive - and rather perky - nipples.

"There's one more thing you need to learn though, and while you're going to be disappointed, you'll love it in the end," he promises, and just as you're spasming and about to ejaculate, his hand releases you, abandoning you before release.

He reaches over to the night stand and pulls out an unlabeled tin before continuing. "See, it's fine for a man to play with a sissy's clitoris, but sissies and women only have real pleasure from one thing, and that's getting fucked with a man's cock in their pussy. Get on your knees, sissy."