Rush to the bathroom to relieve yourself

As soon as the bell rings you hop from your podium, thanking Amphitrity over your shoulder as you rush to the market latrines. Your mad dash through the market causes your new breasts to bounce so violently you resort to holding them with your hands, ignoring the odd looks your display draws.

Once inside you plop down on the nearest open spot, pulling your pants and undergarments down as fast as you can. The moment your butt touches the stone seat you let loose a torrential stream from your new parts.

You'd used these toilets once before when you first arrived in the city, but you hadn't realized then what quickly became apparent to you now: everyone else here is a man. They look at you with mild surprise as you continue to pee. It's clear from their expressions they didn't expect a woman to come in here.

Something in that last thought causes you to pause. Is that what you are now? You certainly look like a woman, and people treat you like one, but does that make it so? You feel a dark pang of jealousy at the men around you standing to do their business; you also function as a woman now.

A little shiver runs down your spine as you realize how easy it would be for any of the men in this room to fuck you. The recent memory of the man's finger against your vagina comes unbidden to your mind. At this moment you also realize you're still wearing the enchanted silver restraints from the swap sale. That must be part of why you're drawing so much attention.

You hurry to wipe yourself and get back to the market, suddenly very aware of your present vulnerability. As you stand up you notice some scattered wet spots on your prodigious behind. It seems in your rush you sat in the evidence of a previous man's poor marksmanship. You quickly wipe off your bottom as well.

You're just preparing to pull up your trousers when you feel a hand grip onto your ass. It occurs to you that bending over and rubbing at your butt may have drawn more attention than you'd anticipated.

"Feels like you got it all sweetheart." A gruff voice says from behind you, giving your ass another squeeze.

"Uh, thanks, but I really must be going." You squeak, your new voice sounding painfully out of place in your current surroundings.

"You could at least give us a little show before you go. Let the boys see what you've got to offer." The gruff voice suggests. With increasing dread you realize he must recognize your silver jewelry from the swap sale. You feel a growing compulsion to flaunt your body for the men around you.

"Leave her alone." A new voice barks, clear and deep. You feel the hand knocked away from your behind. "Now get the heck out of here." He says to you more calmly. He takes you by the arm and pushes you out of the latrines. You stumble into the street, still pulling up your pants.

Despite your curiosity, you don't have time to identify your rescuer. You need to get back to the swap shop immediately. On the way back you can't help feeling a wave of shame thinking about all the people who have seen your body today. At the swap sale, in the latrine, even just now in the street you felt the prying eyes of horny onlookers exploring your naked crotch and ass before you could cover yourself. You hadn't been prepared for how different the world would feel in a woman's body.