You're humiliated and left with a woman's body

After the girls leave you put your pants back on and continue standing on the podium. You have to stand there the rest of the day if you want to keep what you've earned.

A couple of men who'd been leering at you from across the market approach and you feel a little spark of hope. If they wanted to do a few swaps with you, you could get some masculine features back and earn a little extra coin in the process. You stand up straight as they reach your podium, trying to copy the cool neutral stance of Amphitrity standing next to you.

"Oh man, I saw what they did to you. Tough luck, eh?" The taller guy in front says. His friend beside him whispers something in his ear and they share a little chuckle. Before you have a chance to reply he says something else. "Why don't you show us those titties?"

You get the feeling these guys have no interest in swapping with you, but you're compelled to show them your wares. Before you realize what you're doing you find your hands removing your shirt, revealing your naked breasts to the two men.

The first guy winces and pats his own flat chest. "That must feel so weird." He commiserates hollowly before adding. "Why don't you jiggle them around for us? I wanna get a good sense of what I might be buying." He says the last bit with a wink to his friend.

You are certain he has no intention of swapping for your breasts, but the compulsion doesn't care. Your hands begin to fondle and jiggle your breasts for the men. Feeling your boobs bounce and collide with each other is so bizarre, but the men seem to be loving the display. The attention also seems to agree with your breasts, causing your nipples to grow hard and crinkly.

"Imagine having a rack like that?" He says to his buddy, who just shakes his head without taking his eyes off you. The first guy turns back to you and leers a little longer at your display. You start to wonder how long they'll make you do this. "So they took your cock too, huh?" He asks eventually.

Your fat ass and wide hips have the effect of pulling your trousers tight in the front. The gentle curve of your flat crotch makes it fairly obvious that you lack any male parts. "Yes." You answer flatly, still compulsively jiggling your tits for him.

"Let's see it then, what they left you with." His friend snickers a bit, which further encourages him. "Hop to it girly, I won't be in the market for a pussy all day." He snaps his fingers at you impatiently.

Your soft features blush with shame as you feel your hands following his orders. They leave your breasts and begin working on your trousers. You pull down your clothes and thrust out your hips, giving the men a clear view of your naked vulva.

"Oh my, isn't that a beauty." The talkative man says to his friend. They share a gross little chuckle at your expense. "Though actually it's a little hard to tell what I'm looking at. Your lips are covering the best parts. Be a good girl and spread them for us." He tells you with a creepy smile.

You fight against the compulsion as it takes root, but you're powerless to resist. Your fingers grip either side of your pussy and spread it open for the men to look at. From your angle you can only see the top of your mound, but the guys seem fascinated by the view of your most intimate area.

"Very nice." The talkative man responds. "I can see why you traded away your manhood for this." He says, failing to hold back a smile. "Could we see what it looks like nice and wet?" He asks, sending a new shivering compulsion through you.

Your cheeks flush even deeper as an intense wave of arousal overwhelms your body. The feeling builds between your legs in an unfamiliar way. It's not unpleasant, but it feels strange to you. There's a flutter in your tummy as a deep warmth concentrates in your new parts. You still can't see what's happening, but the scent of your own wetness reaches your nose.

"Fuck that's hot." Your tormentor responds, adjusting the growing bulge in his own trousers. "Can you imagine how good that would feel on your dick?" He asks his friend, who just shakes his head with a grin, eyes glued to your body. "Do you mind if I touch it? You know, inspect the goods." He asks turning back to you.

You want to scream at him 'fuck no' but your collar forces you to play along with their dumb game. "If that is what you need." Are the words that leave your lips, though you glare daggers at him the entire time.

The man pokes and prods gently, making an inquisitive face, like a person feeling fruit at a market. He slides a finger along your wet folds, sending an erotic shiver up your spine. He circles your opening with his fingertip before dipping it in just a little, feeling the entrance of your vagina. You are able to pull back a bit, it seems the compulsion doesn't give him permission to penetrate you.

Next his finger probes the top of your slit. Wet with your own lube it slides easily over your little clit. You suck in your breath, unprepared for such a powerful sensation. "Does that feel good?" He asks you with mock-innocence. "I always wondered, what does it feel like to not have a cock?" You stammer for a moment, unable to find words, his finger is still playing with your clit. "I mean, does this feel better or worse than when you had a penis?" He asks, rephrasing the question to be more direct.

"Better." You blurt, to your great embarrassment, compelled to tell the truth about your 'wares'.

"Well, I wouldn't want to deprive you of such pleasure by swapping you back to how you were." He says, casually withdrawing his finger. "Hope you have lots more fun at the market." His silent accomplice chuckles, still eye-fucking you as they walk away. As they're leaving you notice the first man suck his fingers clean of your juices. You feel so dirty and used.

Once they're gone Amphitrity tries to comfort you. "Those guys were pigs." She says hotly. "You'll be okay, we just gotta make it through a few more hours."

Her words help a little, but they do nothing to improve your luck. You don't get another swap for the rest of the day, just more creeps asking to see you naked, though at least nobody else touches you.

What's worse is that the girl who swapped with you must have had a full bladder, because you find yourself increasingly in need of a bathroom. As the day winds down in the market you can barely hold it in. You stand on your podium with your legs crossed, watching the sun slowly set with a quiet desperation.

Amphitrity notices your plight and tries to comfort you again. "It's almost over, just listen for the shop keep's bell and then you'll be free to rush the latrine. I'll watch over your earnings so you can beat the line."

You're not sure if you can trust her, but you don't have much of a choice. You feel like your bladder is about to burst. Just when you think you can't take it a moment longer you hear the blissful peal of the shop-keeper's bell.