Yes, you need to know how it feels to be a man

How did this possibility not occur to you sooner? You'd still need to be a sorceress to get into the dorms but you could really live out most of your life as a man if you wanted to... You hadn't allowed yourself to harbor that sort of desire and now that it's a possibility you can't help but notice it doesn't feel as appealing as you thought it would. You have to try though, to know.

Jessica : "yes. Could... I try that?"

Jasmine : "of course, sit down, this will only take a moment."

At her direction you sit on a cushion in front of the big mirror. She pulls a small wand out of a fold in her robe and gently taps you on the head. Compared to your change from Jacub to Jessica this process is rapid. It still starts at your head and moves downward but at a quicker pace. There's a strange feeling like you are stretching your back but watching yourself in the mirror you can see it's actually you becoming taller. Your shoulders expand and the muscles on your arms thicken. As the change passes your groin you feel an inversion that makes your stomach turn, as if your guts are spilling out of you. In a way they are, your new sex hardly even feels like the same thing you had as Jacub. It quickly overwhelms your panties and hangs out of the side of them under your now much too small robes.

You feel powerful, virile, like you always imagined you should have felt growing up. But more than anything else you feel wrong. this isn't right, this isn't how you had felt as Jacub, not even close. It somehow feels a thousand times more alien than when you woke up as Jessica for the first time. Then you had to deal with a new shape but you were the same person, now you feel your blood alive with a masculine vigor, soaking your mind in foreign passions. You felt sieged by your body, it made demands of your mind, paeans to a dominance that found no place in your heart. This was the change you had feared, this was being overwhelmed and erased. You sputter and resist, a pathetic display incommensurate with your body.

Jessica : "please, Jasmine, please make it stop. Take it down"

You beg, desperation evident even in your masculine voice. The sorceress acted quickly, another tap on the head and you felt the masculine energy retreat from your psyche. Leaving you intact as it washed out of the rest of your body. Tears came to your eyes, both in relief to have been spared something that felt like dying and in morning the last little shred of hope that maybe some part of you was actually ever a man. All in all you had spent not even twenty seconds in the body of a man and it had taught you more about who you really were and what your place in the universe was than eighteen years in the sham body that was your prison. You were wrong before, you weren't in a numbed version of a male body, experiencing some lesser form of the same thing. You had lived in a farse conjured up by a little girl who didn't know any better. It bore no relationship to the real deal.