Trendil had only had a few brushings with the black market in her previous life - the soldiers were, after all, ostensibly on the side of the law – but it was the only place to get some of the more coveted luxury goods that came out of Cyrodil and had been the most poorly-kept secret in the barracks. Considering the way some things had changed, Trendil was grateful to find her old contact from the Thieves’ Guild was alive and doing his job, just as before. Not that he remembered her, of course, but that wouldn’t have mattered anyway – the only thing Raettsit cared about was money. Crossing his palm was enough to connect her to the black market and, more specifically, to the Face Sculptor.

 

Hin was someone she had had no reason to visit in the past, although she had seen some of his work in the noses, lips, and cheeks of some of the more vain (and daring) young noble women (and men, for that matter). She found him in a small but pristinely clean room in the cellar of the New Gnisis Cornerclub. When she explained to him what she wanted, however, she was soon swept with disappointment.

 

“I think you misunderstand what I do here. I can make your face look so different, your mother would not recognize you (this statement presented a temptation Trendil nearly could not resist), but your body is that of a woman, not a man – you would not last more than a month in the military regardless of the tricks we might try to hide your breasts, hips, and…well, lack of penis. But fear not,” as Trendil began to protest, “you are not the first to come to me with this question. I do not pretend to know why some of the fairer sex wish to partake in war, for it is not my business, but after the first few times the question was raised, I consulted with others and we have come up with a solution for you. I warn you, it is very expensive.”

 

Trendil nodded as hope burst anew in her chest. “I expected as much. Whatever it costs, I’ll pay it.”

 

“Very well.” Hin opened a trunk and pulled out a box of vials. “An alchemist came up with this potion. One vial will change your gender for approximately one month, so it is important to remember to take the next dose before that happens.”

 

Trendil frowned at the murky green liquid as doubt crept into her mind. “This will really change me into a man?”

 

“It will change your body into that of a man. Your mind will remain as it is. Do not worry, training is part of the deal.”

 

“Training?”

 

“Yes. You walk like a woman, gesture like a woman, put on and take off clothes like a woman. That simply will not do if you wish to present yourself as a man. Also, you will have a new appendage that you will not be used to. You did not immediately know how to use those swords you carry, did you? Well, now you will have another sword. Although it is not nearly as difficult to learn to use, I can promise you that.” Hin winked and laughed, and Trendil found herself laughing with him as her mind raced.

 

With any luck, she would be able to get the war over in a year, but there were no guarantees. Better make it two, just in case. “I’ll take 24 vials.”

 

“Very good. The vials are made of malachite, so they will not break easily; you should have no trouble carrying them with you.”

 

Then Hin named a price, and it was beyond the already exorbitantly high number Trendil had imagined. She swallowed and reminded herself she would not need money in the military and handed over the sack containing the majority of the coins that had meant to be the seed for her new future.

 

And, she supposed, it still was. Just a very different future than she had imagined.

 

Hin nodded and pulled out 24 vials, which he placed in a well-crafted fur-lined pouch. Then he pulled out a 25^th vial and handed it to her along with the pouch.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“The first one is on the house – it is to get you started. Drink it and go through that door. Sebastian and Marie will take it from there.”

 

“Who?”

 

“Your trainers. Don’t worry, they are very good at what they do.”

 

“I…if you say so.” Trendil stashed the pouch in her bag then unstopped the vial and took a sniff. It smelled of peppermint and cloves. “It smells nice.”

 

Hin smiled. “Flavoring was added because it had a rather bitter flavor. Or so I have been told.”

 

“I see.” Trendil looked at the liquid, then frowned. She was stalling, which was a sign of fear. She was raised better than that. She took a breath, lifted the vial, and quaffed the liquid in one gulp. It did, indeed, taste bitter, but the minty clove combination did an adequate job of hiding it.

 

“It will take about twenty minutes for the potion to have its full effect,” Hin said as he took back the vial. “Go to the other room, remove your clothes, and have a seat.”

 

“Remove my clothes?”

 

“Yes – you are going to change shape. Your clothes are unlikely to fit your new body. At best, you would tear them as you change. At worst, you could strangle yourself, although that is probably unlikely.”

 

“I…understand. Thank you.”

 

Hin nodded and Trendil nodded back then headed for the next room as her heart beat a staccato rhythm in her chest, though whether that was from fear or some effect of the drug, she could not be certain.

 

The next room was similar in shape and cleanliness but held only a bed along the righthand wall and a curious chair-like contraption attached to the opposite wall. After a pause, Trendil slipped out of her clothes, including her jâr, although she assumed it would stretch with her, and sat in awkward silence on the bed.

 

She had feared it would be painful, but it wasn’t. Just uncomfortable, in a “my body is made of molding clay” sort of way. She watched in fascination as her breasts shrank into her expanding chest while her arms and legs thickened. She stood with an inadvertent squawk when she felt shifting between her legs, then her fascination turned into something more akin to horror as her labia seemed to erupt forward or maybe turn inside out or…something, it was difficult to tell exactly what went where, but in the span of moments, she watched a penis sprout and grow while testicles bubbled out from somewhere below.

 

“My, you’re a handsome one, aren’t you?”

 

Trendil wheeled toward the voice and found herself facing a woman with bright blonde hair piled high. She wore a skintight negligee with gaps in the most interesting places and Trendil felt a familiar-yet-not-familiar tingle in her groin. The other door to the room opened and a man stepped in, dressed in similarly revealing clothes.

 

“My trainers are whores?” The words blurted out of Trendil before she could stop them but it was the unfamiliar low timbre of her voice that really took her by surprise (though, she realized almost instantly, it should not have).

 

“What gave us away?” the woman asked in a teasing voice. “Looks like your new body is responding properly.”

 

“What?” Trendil followed the woman’s gaze and found herself staring down at her own erection. “What the hell!” She quickly covered her cock with both hands as she flushed and looked around for her clothes. Of course, that brought her hands into contact with the unfamiliar thing.

 

She had, of course, touched penises before, but it was a very different experience touching one connected to her own body. She forgot the others in the room as she ran a light (thick hairy) finger along her shaft. It jumped and sent tiny sparks of hunger radiating through her body. So sensitive!

 

“How do men live with these things?”

 

The male whore laughed. “That is what we’re going to teach you. How to piss, how to tuck it away, how to make love. Hell, even how to masturbate. All the things most guys have done all their lives. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of that thing in no time. It is the other things, like learning how to stand and walk like a man, that will take the longest. I’m Sebastian and this is Marie, by the way.”

 

“I…hi. I’m Trendil. Although I suppose I should use a different name. I apologize for my outburst. You just weren’t…what I was expecting.”

 

“Don’t worry, we’re used to it. Most people react the same way.” Marie sashayed forward and lifted her hand. “It makes sense, when you think about it. People in our line of work have to know all there is to know about men and women of all races and species.” The hand slid between Trendil’s and rubbed the shaft of Trendil’s cock. It responded with a kick and a rage of lust welled up as Trendil gasped. “You’re not going to be able to concentrate on those things with this acting up. So why don’t we start there?”

 

“I…”

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Marie took Trendil’s hand and Trendil allowed herself…er, himself to be pulled toward the bed. “Let’s start with a blowjob. I’m sure you have given them to men – now you can see what it is like to get one.”

 

“I…”

 

“Shh, it’s okay. Here, lie back on the bed. There’s a good boy. You’re going to have to train yourself to think of yourself as a boy.”

 

Trendil allowed Marie to push her onto the bed, then gasped again when the whore’s fingers stroked her shaft. Her entire body trembled with each touch. Then Marie lowered her head and took Trendil’s cock into her mouth and the world shifted.

 

The heat of Marie’s mouth, the movement of mouth and hand up and down her shaft; every motion, every moment was an agony of lust and longing. Trendil gasped and grunted, clutching at the covers of the bed because she had nothing else to hold onto as the knot of lust in her groin grew in exponential bounds with each stroke. She wanted simultaneously for this torturous experience to be over and to last forever.

 

It exploded soon after as her body convulsed in great heaves. She had felt the streaming essence of men in her mouth or body; now she felt it leaving her in bursts. When it finally squeezed out the last of its seed, Trendil felt her body relax. Marie continued to stroke Trendil’s cock as it slowly deflated, and Trendil found her eyes grow heavy as her breathing began to slake to a normal rhythm.

 

“Aw, you’re a post-nut napper. How cute!” Trendil forced her eyes open to peer at Marie, who grinned back. “That’s how most men are. Unfortunately, we don’t have time for that, so you’re going to have to push through. How was it?”

 

A good question. Trendil had had orgasms as a woman, of course, but they were different. They had felt…deeper. Almost spiritual. Not just physical release, but as if they reached down and brushed against her very soul. They had filled her with energy. They were also notoriously fickle, reliant nearly as much on external factors like mood and fatigue than on any physical stimulus.

 

The male orgasm, on the other hand, was much like men themselves – a completely physical experience, an explosion of sensations that permeated the entire body and seemed to awaken every nerve all at once, thus temporarily draining the man of his vitality; but without the same emotional limitations. Even as Trendil grunted into a sitting position and lifted her legs off the bed in order to stand, her cock began to twitch again as an already-beginning-to-be-familiar tightening kicked into low gear in her groin.

 

“I…” Trendil forced herself to her feet then turned and shook her head at Marie. “No wonder men are so obsessed with these fucking things. I can’t wait to be rid of it.”

 

 

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