Try the magic shop, duh!

After the shock passes, a new emotion is found as you frantically and desperately search under your sack for any pussy lips, finding none. Anger. You don't know how, but the tranny bitch at that magic shop must have done this to you somehow. It's just too convenient that this would happen right after you visited and openly told the "girl" what you think at the counter. But right now, you're seeing red, and you can't do anything other than try to hide this massive dick you've been cursed with in tiny panties and skinny jeans. You try to tuck it into the panties as best as you can, but the balls are simply too large and spill out of the sides. Frustrated, you simply zip up your jeans and leave the massive bulge in your crotch there for the time being. Right now you need to find some fucked up pervert who thought it would be a funny prank to take away your pussy. You do, however, throw on an oversized hoodie to try and not be seen in that state too much in public.

You made your way back over to where you found the shop before, feeling ashamed at hiding yourself in public. You're pretty sure a few people on the bus gave you dirty looks after noticing the large bulge you're now sporting. But as you near the shop for a second time, you get ready to demand answers and an immediate solution to this massive problem.

The door swings open as the bell rings out several times at the aggressive entry, huffing your way up to the counter where the same girl is smiling absentmindedly. But when she sees you, she tries to cover up a sadistic smile.

"You fucking tranny, where's my pussy? Give it back to me right now." You say, so angry you can barely breathe, and on the verge of tears.

"Oh, hi... I see you've developed a bit of a temper already. Do you think its because of all the testosterone now flowing through your veins? Do you like feeling like that? I see you've already got the dysphoria hoodie so I'm guessing you're still in shock about your... situation." She speaks teasingly and naughtily, with undertones of anger and pure sadism in her voice.

"You think you can just pretend to be a woman, pull some kind of freaky trick and make me like you?! Huh?! What a pretentious dick! You're not a girl and doing this to other people won't fix your mental illness. Now get this thing off of me before I call the cops." You chew her out mercilessly.

The witch's face drops to straight deadpan, her mouth forming almost a straight line as she says. "Go fuck yourself". You feel more rage building in your chest as she continues. "Go ahead. Tell the police. See if they believe you. Or don't throw you into a mental ward. Or maybe you wind up in a hospital before they decide they want to dissect you to figure out what happened."

Your anger starts to, well, not die down, but change. It becomes something else. Realization of the bitter reality you now find yourself in, and the truth in the witch's words. There was nothing you could do.

The smile returned to her face as she watched your expression change. She smiles sadistically. "Ah, see that? That face right there? When you realize just how fucked you are. I love that. I get off on that." The intensity of her eyes increases as she feels like she's staring at you from on high, that you are suddenly on humiliating display as she tell you, "You have no power here. You're gonna learn to deal with that massive fucking dick and like it. Enjoy all the testosterone pumping through you and the way that it feels for it to change you against your will. I hope you fucking suffer, bitch."

She stares at the dumbfounded look on your face, mixed with grief as she ushers you out of the store. And then there you are, left on a sidewalk with your life forever changed. All because you said the wrong thing to the wrong person, couldn't keep your opinions to yourself.