You visit the witch and get some unsettling news

Amphitrity leads you to a little studio off the central market. The sign over the door is decorated with a shining needle and thread The Witch's Stitch it reads. This shop appears less trafficked than others in the area. Looking through the window you can't see any customers, just a mannequin modeling wares and a few racks of women's clothing.

You follow Amphitrity through the door and hear the soft ring of a pleasant little bell. "Be with you in a moment dear." You hear a voice say with surprisingly clarity from the back of the shop. The moment the door closes the sounds of the street are completely silenced.

You hear a shuffle and scuffle as boxes and bits of cloth are tossed aside, and an attractive middle aged lady steps from around a corner. She has a curly auburn bun pinned up with knitting needles, and thin nimble fingers that idly toy with the buttons on her short apron. Her face lights up as she sees the two of you.

"Welcome back Trit, I see you've brought another one." She says to Amphitrity who smiles a bit bashfully. You and the shop keeper are about the same height, which makes Amphitrity seem even taller than usual. She shop keeper turns to address you now. "Let me guess: you used to be a boy, but you traded all your masculine features away at that ridiculous swap market?"

"More or less." You mumble with embarrassment, feeling the stern judgement of the woman eying you over.

"Alright, let me see what I can do." She rummages around a bit in the back room before returning with a small box of tools and what looks to be a fresh peach. "Here, take a bite of this, just as a precaution." She says, handing you the peach.

You glance at Amphitrity who nods encouragingly. You take a little nibble of the peach, trying not to think about all the stories of witches cursing people with food. The peach seems succulent and fresh, but the moment the juice touches your tongue it turns to an acrid bitter bile. You spit it out in shock. "Are you trying to poison me!?" You exclaim, spitting a few more times in an attempt to get the taste from your mouth. Then you notice the looks on the faces of the other ladies in the room. "What?"

"You're pregnant." Amphitrity says, almost more to herself, like she's just figured out a mystery.

"What!?" You say again, even more confused. You can't be pregnant, you've never even had sex in this body.

"It's the peach." The witch explains. "It only tastes bitter if the person eating it is expecting." Your head spins as you try to understand what she's saying. She takes a big bite of the peach to demonstrate, handing it to Amphitrity who does the same. They both seem to be enjoying the peach just fine.

"That explains why the swap was so expensive." Amphitrity says, covering her mouth as she talks around her chewing.

"What do you mean?" You ask, still catching up to what's going on.

"A genital swap is usually only a couple gold, maybe ten for something really special." Amphitrity explains, swallowing the bite of peach. "How much did that girl pay you, the one who took your cock?"

You hesitate, feeling queasy. "200 gold." You admit at last. The other ladies eyes go wide upon hearing such a high figure.

"Didn't you wonder why it was so expensive?" Amphitrity asks you, looking at you incredulously.

"I don't know, I figured I just had a really valuable penis." You mumble innocently.

The witch rolls her eyes. "Sounds about right. Why do men always assume their cocks are worth a king's ransom?" She asks rhetorically.

"Don't worry, there's things we can do to help you stop being pregnant." Amphitrity assures you cryptically.

"Not this time." The witch corrects her. "Look at the bite of peach." She says, pointing to the bit you spat out. You look closer and notice it has a shimmering glittery quality now, sparkling in the dim light of the shop.

"What does that mean?" Amphitrity asks, taking the words out of your mouth. You both look to the witch for an answer.

"It means it's a person destined to be born, the fates have plans for them. There's nothing we can do." She says soberly.

"Wait, no." You stammer, not ready to accept it. "What about the swap sale? Couldn't I swap it to someone else?"

The witch shakes her head solemnly. "It's only going to get more expensive as your pregnancy progresses, and knowingly swapping a pregnancy can get you in big trouble."

"What about the girl who did this to me?" You say feeling crushed by the unfairness of your situation.

"Maybe she didn't know?" Amphitrity suggests. "You must still be in the first few weeks of it."

"Even if she did it knowingly, you'd need to track her down to swap back. Did you catch her name?" The witch asks you.

You feel tears well in your eyes as you slowly shake your head. It was starting to feel more and more likely that you'd be stuck in the body of a pregnant woman for months, at least until you gave birth.