As I walked around the college to get meals or to study in the library I began to notice looks cast my way. I became angered thinking tales of my transformation had spread despite the head mage searing all associated parties to secrecy. As I began to recognise the nature of the looks I went from anger to embarrassment, I had become used to being an object of attraction but rarely from men and never with the hungry intensity that now followed me. Had I looked at women this way?! I was no closer to getting answers in the library, none of the mages could offer any real insight into removing the curse. The only real answer seemed to lie in tracking Therin down and somehow making him remove the curse. Yet in my current state could I really make him do anything? I still had my skills, my knowledge of fighting and strangely I felt quicker, more agile than I had been. Yet I had not the strength of endurance not my shouting, I was not convinced I could best a common bandit at present let alone a mage of Therin’s power. Also, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my tracking him down was exactly what he wanted. That he planned for something like this. I do not believe he could have foreseen the nature of my transformation, Leo’s explanation had been difficult to follow, almost difficult to believe if wasn’t living evidence of it.
“It was the sheer extent of the essence that we had to remove, I confess I did not see this possibility. In effect, we stripped you back to basics, we rebuilt you almost from scratch indeed this is where Tolfdir’s transformation magic came in, copying what essence we could from your existing type. You were for all intents and purposes before birth and like a birth it could be as likely to be a girl as a boy.”
It was not much of an explanation and indeed I believed there was a great deal more that was unsaid, things Leo probably rightly believed I would not be able to comprehend.
One thing was certain in my mind, I had achieved all I could for the time being in Winterhold if indeed this was an achievement. I was alive at least. Still sane and in a sense, still whole. There was a treacherous, vain part of my mind that allowed that at least I was not ugly. Yet for the first time I felt vulnerable, where once the open roads had called to me, now trepidation filled my heart. It became clear I could no longer be able to wear my steel plate. The mages had found me some old leather armour that with some adjustment just about fit.
I sifted through the packs of loot now strapped to Masha’s saddle, my greataxe was too much so I tried a longsword. Again, the sheer weight seemed too much, I could wield it but in truth knew I would tire quickly. I settled on a sturdy steel dagger of decent length, it would prove better than nothing, deciding against a shield. In my present condition, I judged that I would be better placed dodging attacks than trying to block them. My preparations complete I swung atop Masha, who had still seemed to recognise me, and I was under way. I had decided to make my way to Whiterun, a centre of trade and movement someone there may have heard of Therin and his movements. I had also decided to look into buying the vacant property Breezehome, it was not the grand manner in Solitude but was easily affordable and I felt it would be better to hide my wealth rather than risk carrying it around.
I made good progress along the roads, a group of Foresworn had jumped out at one point but I put my heels into Masha’s side and made my escape. It burned me to run away from a fight but when I tested my new form I wanted it to be a simpler fight that would allow me to assess what I could still do and hopefully come away unscathed. The familiar rolling gait of Masha lulled me in familiarity, forgetting my current condition. My mind had simply turned to the task at hand, analysing how best to proceed. That is, until I passed a group of Imperial soldiers on the road. Despite pressure from both groups I had managed to keep myself out of their conflict until I could make certain of the right side to support. This encounter brought reality crashing back as found myself the centre of their attention and catcalls.
“Look at the tits on it!”
“Come here baby, stop riding the horse and start riding me!”
“Look at the puny dagger she has, honey you want a real weapon, I’ve got something you can wield.”
“Can’t help but envy that horse, wish I was between her legs.”
My face burning, I tried not to make eye contact and get past them with as much dignity as possible.
“Aww look at her blush, could she be a virgin?”
“With a body like that? Almost a crime, her keeping that to herself…”
Their voices faded into the distance as I urged Masha to gradually greater and greater speeds until we were going faster than when the Forsworn had attacked. Travelling through the day I pushed on through the night as well. I spotted a wolf in the distance, dismounting I walked toward it with Masha not far behind me. This was the time for practice. It spotted me and immediately attacked. I only narrowly stepped out the way of the first lunge but a second brought it in close its bite only just halted by the leather armour, pain spread through my midriff and for a second I almost forgot my own attack. Slashing quickly with the dagger I tore lines across its body and snout. It backed away for a second. The wolf and I both breathed heavily now, watching one another. This was a creature I had once been able to fell in a single blow. Now it demanded my full focus and respect. It lunged once more but this time I was ready for it, stepping to the side I drew another slash along its side parallel to the one from earlier but rather than slash again I bashed it with the handle and my fist on the snout momentarily stunned by my attack I had time to deliver a powerful blow to the back of its neck and then another. The wold dropped dead at my feet, I doubled over panting, my breath misting in front of my face <level 1> I did not feel any stronger for the contest, only profoundly tired and sore. Too weary to swing on the saddle I walked on, sipping at a minor healing potion from my pouch brought some relief but this was still a stark lesson how far I had fallen.

Spotting a nearby lake, I decided to stop and make camp. Getting a fire going I looked at the beauty of the Skyrim sky, the stars and full moon reflecting on the water’s surface. Thinking a swim and a bathe might ease my aches I stripped off and slowly walked waist deep into the water. I breathed deeply as the shock of the cold water caught my breath. My breasts began to heave in and out as I took deep breaths, my nipples almost painfully erect. For a moment, I got the sense of being watched but the thought from my mind as paranoia. Skyrim was a wide-open place and I thought it unlikely anyone would be here right now. Looking down again at my refection the face and body looking back at me still seemed unfamiliar. I could not deny the beauty of the form. Large but not oversized breasts on a slim but curvaceous figure looking around I really noticed for the first time how shapely my butt had become, round but firm. As I bathed I became very aware of my own hands, this body was new to me, it’s sensitivities and desires. My washing had been vigorous at first to fight off the cold but it started to become something more. I felt confused, staring at the beautiful figure in the lake. I could not reconcile that this was me and not some creature of wildest fantasy, a strange heat stole over my whole body. I became aware of a wet stickiness forming between my legs that had nothing to do with the water from the lake. What was I doing?! And yet my hands moved on their own, one cupping my breast, caressing the nipple with my thumb. The other worked between my legs slowly working upward where I found that place that had made other women cry in pleasure before. I worked myself, slowly at first, but building in momentum, soft moans escaped my lips. My face felt flushed as I panted out my pleasure. I bent forward, arching my back, my hips had begun to thrust in time with my fingers. Through cracked eyelids I made out a shape. Startled I realised the shape was a man, from his dress a hunter. Except that he was only half dressed, the bottom half was bare, his hand clutched his cock, pumping furiously up and down. In shame, I cupped myself and ran back to Masha. Not even bothering to pack up camp I grabbed my armour and leaped atop Masha. I quickly put her into a gallop riding away in shame, my breasts now free bounced in time with Masha’s steps. Safely away from view of the lake I re-dressed and pushed on for Whiterun. As day broke the city came into view.
I rode up to the stables, checked Masha in and walked up to the city. In a way I felt this to be quite a large test, Skulvar, the stable master had not seemed to recognise me. Indeed there was no real reason anyone should recognise me. This was something that I had been struggling with, if I should simply announce myself. As the Dragonborn I had helped a lot of people, many people held my gratitdude and owed me favours. However, I had also made enemies and there were others still that would pursue me simply to say they had taken down the Dragonborn. Once I may have welcomed such a challenge but now it seemed foolhardy at best. Then again, who would believe me anyway?
Making my way through the city, I headed up to Dragonsreach in search of the Jarl’s steward intent on buying Breezehome and using Whiterun as a base of operations. Walking through the hall I noticed the steward at the table and approached.
“Hail Steward”
I had always found Proventus Avenicci distasteful, like so many Imperial’s he seemed to me to be a cowardly, snivelling money minded worm and now I certainly did not like the way his eyes lit up at the sight of me.
“Why hello my lady, and what can Proventus Avenicci, Steward of Whiterun, right hand to the Jarl do to, erm, for you?”
“I notice that the building Breezehome is unoccupied and hoped that I could purchase it along with furnishings, I can pay in gold upfront.”
“My lady, I regret that is not something I can grant, only the Jarl could grant such permission. You would need to win his trust, a hard thing to do. In truth I believe he hopes the fabled warrior, the Dragonborn, would buy the home and take residence in the city.”
I stood shocked, with everything that had gone on I had forgotten the rules in purchasing a home in a Skyrim city. I had previously held the right in several cities but of course now who would know?
“But you’re the Steward, surely there must be something you can do?”
Again that light in the eyes and a sinking feeling came into my stomach before he even spoke.
“Well, I am rather important. I could, I’m sure smooth things over with the Jarl if you were to do something for me.”
I could see where this was going and yet still had to ask.
“What did you have in mind.”
“Well, I am a busy man, I don’t usually get time for, er, recreational activities or even chance to find willing, erm partners. If you were to, to, ah how do I say.” He stopped and looked around, seeing no one close by, he continued much more confidently.
“Give me a blowjob and I will see that that you are able to purchase the house.”
“What?!
Anger washed over me, embarrassment followed suit. I could never imagine doing such a thing to a man. Or could I? Well not this man but I could not deny that since my change men had begun to look different to me. I had noticed- enough of such thoughts!
“How dare you, do you know who I am?!”
“No, I don’t and neither does the Jarl or as far as I am aware, anyone in the city. That’s the whole point. If you want to spend the next few months running errands for the Jarl hoping to win his favour be my guest but looking at your body I imagine his request will be much the same as mine but being a Jarl he will not stop at wanting a blowjob.”
“I don’t need a house that badly. I’ll say good day to you before I say anything I may regret.”
I turned to leave and marched toward the steps leading to the doors. He shouted to my back.
“If you change your mind sweetness, the offer remains open. Don’t take too long though. Some other hot slut may beat you to it!”
I stomped the rest of the way, anger leading me out of the keep into the city. I was not even aware of where I was headed until I found myself in the familiar warmth and clamour of the Bannered Mare Inn. Plans for homes, for tracking down Therin, becoming stronger, destiny. All this went out the window. Right now I just needed a drink. I marched to the bar and ordered an ale. I made the mistake of drinking it as I always had, forgetting my constitution was not what it was. The drink immediately went to my head and the world began to spin pleasantly. My vision a little foggy around the edges. I continued to sup at my tankard as voices swept all around me.

“Not good for my crops…”
“… the Dragonborn? Last seen him near Markarth I heard…”
“… yeah Farengar all bent out of shape since the Jarl brought in an extra mage…”
“… taxes… Jarl… Giant problem…”
“… the war is not my problem…”
I had found myself staring at the wide bulging muscles of the warrior Simir, finding him suddenly strangely fascinating when I heard a voice just beside me.
“Good evening my lady might I ask your name?”
I looked up through blurry eyes to see the bard Mikael standing over me with two drinks in his hands. Still unused to as being addressed as a lady it took me a second to catch up.
“Oh, Unn… erm my name is Unn”
“Well Unn, it appears I have an extra drink, I have finished for the night, might I join you and share my extra ale?”
“Erm, sure why not?”
The drink was pushed eagerly into my hands and I drank at it without thought. The alcohol already in me was now intensified. Versed in poisons I sensed nothing in the drink but ale. However that was still enough to make me completely light headed. Mikael was chattering away but I heard none of it.
“I, I’m sorry but I suddenly don’t feel… well. I think I may need some air. I staggered to my feet and was about to make my way to the door. I stumbled as I went but an arm caught mine and held me upright. I turned to see Mikael once again.
“Now, now. You seem unsteady. I think you could use a lie down. Come with me, I’ll take you to my room…”
Too delirious to think I allowed myself to be led through the tavern toward the kitchen area when a strong hand landed on my shoulder and another on Mikael’s.
“Here now what’s this then?”
“Ah, Uthgerd I erm was just assisting the lady, she seems a bit worse for wear.”
“I can well see what you were doing Mikael, you slime. And you girl don’t you have the sense you were born with. Getting in such a state with looks like yours, you may as well walk around wearing a sign saying ‘please rape’ by the love of the gods!”
“Er, um… what?”
“Never mind, Mikael get out of my site before I break you into a thousand pieces. And you girl come with me.”
Uthgerd led me outside, the powerful woman’s arms keeping me upright and in a relatively straight line. I envied her in that moment. How did this woman have such strength when I, a warrior out of legend was suddenly so weak.
“Now! Get your head together you simple doxy” she cuffed me lightly round the head as she said this. “Take some control, you have your looks but it seems little else. If you are going to allow yourself to be taken by such sleaze at least get something in return.”
With that she turned around and left me standing in the street feeling profoundly confused and sorry for myself not to mention still very drunk. Once again, I walked aimlessly, finding myself outside the blacksmith shop. The familiar figure of Proventus Avenicci stepped out in that moment. Not sure what had taken over me, be it the drink or Uthgerd’s words. Perhaps the sheer powerlessness I had suddenly experienced. I felt a need to take control. If suddenly this new bod was only good for one thing then I would damn well make the most of it!
“YOU!”
The Steward turned, looking alarmed.
“You want a blowjob so bad, fine.” I marched toward him, dropped to my knees and began to work at his trousers.
“Wait, wait, wait you stupid drunken slut! Not here, I have a reputation to uphold, come with me.”
He led me round the back of the smithy before turning to face me fully. Before I knew what had happened he had planted his lips on mine. A snake like tongue darted between my lips and probed around the inside of my mouth. In spite of my better judgement I allowed this to happen. In time I moved my own tongue to entwin with his. He cupped my breasts, hesitantly at first but when I did not fight him away he became more assured. Pulling my armour back and taking both breasts in his hands.
“Now…uh… now you start.”
He pushed me down to my knees, I removed his member. I thought what a disappointment it was, some strange part of my brain seemed to be hoping for more. It stood erect what of it there was. I kneeled there stupefied for a second not sure what to do.
“Take it you slut!”
This was my last chance to back out, but the drink and hopelessness of the evening robbed me of any fight. I took his penis in my hand working it slowly, a gentle up and down pumping action. I then took it in my mouth. Surprised that it tasted not unpleasant. Proventus clearly a man who liked to bathe regularly.
“Come on cunt, have you never sucked a cock before?! Work the head, go up and down. Use your fucking- oh… ahh.. that’s… that’s fucking it… suck you bitch… fucking suck… ahhh”
I worked building in speed, recalling such blowjobs and trying to emulate the ones I had enjoyed. I teased the head between my teeth focusing on that area alone, drool poured down my chin as I sucked harder and harder. He by turn thrust his hips more and more sending him further back into my throat, what had seemed small now threatened to choke me as he built toward a climax.
“Just… a bit.. fucking… mooooorrrrreeeee-AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Hot sperm spewed into my mouth, I instinctively tried to pull away and spit it out but he held my head firm, gripping my hair.
“You are going to swallow every last drop you ungrateful cunt.”
Eventually he pulled away leaving me laid on the ground retching.
“Come to the keep tomorrow and I will have your papers sorted. Not a word of this to anyone slut.
He left me laid there, tears of shame running down my face, mixing with the cum stuck to my chin. The totality of my actions hit me then. Suddenly I was sober, very sober. Ashamed to my core, I tried to justify to myself that I had previously slept with women to get what I needed, be it information, access or just a warm bed. But this felt different, like I was somehow lessened. Where before I had felt empowered, even entitled I now felt small. I had made a choice, though at the time I did not really appreciate just how much of a choice. By this one act I had set myself a certain path, accepted my new status where before I had railed against it. I put my head down, and slept there, the area kept warm by the smelter and fire of the smithy.
I awoke the next day, sore and with an aching head. I tried to put the events of the earlier night out of my mind. I made my way toward the keep, handed over my gold and took my papers and key. Proventus, as good as his word which was a pleasant surprise at least. He had met me at the foot of the stairs not allowing me too close to the Jarl and the great and good, a small, smug smile his only acknowledgment of the night before. I kept my head bowed, looking up only briefly toward the throne where I caught site of the back of blue robes facing the Jarl. In my own world of misery I paid it no mind and simply trudged back out and down the stairs toward my new home. As I reached the bannered mare on route to Beezehome I noticed Mikael walking out. My humiliation and shame boiled into anger at the sight of him and what he represented. That such a weakling nobody bard would attempt to take advantage of me was reason enough for rage but with the events of the night before I was determined the stamp some physical authority on someone. He was not someone I would previously have picked a fight with, considering him beneath my notice but right then I needed a fight I could win, I needed to regain some dignity and assert some physical dominance over someone, even someone as pathetic as him.
“Bard!”
He looked at me bemused, tried a smile. If he thought he was charming he was about to have a rude awakening.
“Ah lady, if this was about our misunderstanding, I assure you my intentions were purely-“
“Save it you dung! How dare you?! You think you could take advantage of me?!”
I noticed that a crowd had gathered around, good. Let them see me put this cowering shit in his place. Perhaps I would need to work my way from the bottom up to regain some dignity in my quest to track down Therin. I decided that it ended here, my being walked over, humiliated overlooked. The end would begin here.
I walked forward with my fists raised. As he realised what was about to happening the coward tried to back away, his position in no way able to defend himself. His back hit the post that supported Belethors general store and the alchemist’s place. With no escape for him I unloaded a punch with perfect technique catching on the nose, blood fountained out, not letting up I let my other hand loose toward his stomach, I heard a satisfying whoosh of air as the punch connected. I continued my assault letting fire another quick one two, his arms now trembled held in fear over his face. The crows around us had continued to grow, I heard chuckling and even some sounds of approval from one or two female voices, Mikael it seemed had tried this on with a few girls. The nearby guards were content to watch as brawling was considered a Nordic past time. With his face covered I began to work at his body again, three punches striking in quick succession. I allowed myself a small smile, feeling for the first time in a long time empowered. I never saw the punch he threw back, his first. It caught me square in the belly and it was now my air that whooshed from lungs. But where Mikael had stayed on his feet I found myself collapsing to my knees, my eyes wide open in shock. I pitched forward onto my hands, my knees still rooted to the ground, unable to move.
“Get up bitch, come on. You were so tough a second ago. Where has your smile gone. Get up!”
I managed to raise my head and pull my hands from the ground but remained on my knees, a mirror of my pose last night. My mouth was agape, trying to gasp in air. He grabbed me by the hair and hauled me to my feet, supporting my weight, almost gently he turned me around to rest back against the post. With that holding me up he threw three punches into my unprotected midriff until I once again began to sink back to the ground. My moment of triumph had taken on a sickening turn, once again my reality contracting with my desire. The whole of Whiterun it seemed looked on and once more my face burned with shame.
“You are nothing but a teasing slut! A pretend bitch, what are you doing in armour. You really think that you are a warrior? After this does anyone here think she is a warrior?” He called this last to the gathered crowds, I saw heads shake and worse there was once more chuckling from the crowd.
“You are no warrior, so should not be dressed as such.” At this last he once again dragged me to my feet and began to tear away my armor and the underlay. My hands tried to push him away but my strength was gone, I looked around for help but still everyone, guards included just watched with interest. Someone called out.
“Go on Mikael!”
“Yeah, you show that upstart bitch!”
“She thinks she can do what she wants, she loses a fight she should pay the penalty.”
Soon enough my armour had been peeled away until I stood in nothing more than boots and bracers. Desperately I tried to cover myself, unable to bare the whole world looking upon me but Mikael grabbed my arms and held them to the side, whispering in my ear:
“This is what you get slut! How tough do you feel now? Look at you sobbing. You’re nothing, naked is all you’re good for!”
Eventually he let me go and walked away. Once more I sank to the ground this time more in shame than exhaustion. With shaking arms, I re-dressed myself and numbly made my way to Breezehome.
I tried to busy myself with the process of arranging my new home, over the next few days I arranged to my desire, hiding my valuables beneath a loose floorboard, keeping aside a small sum of septims for my travels, I only left once to collect food. Nobody mentioned the incident with Mikael. Humiliating as the sly smiles of the men were, the pitying looks of the women were a hundred times were worse. I looked around Breezehome knowing I would have to leave. I had planned this to be a centre of my investigation but right now I knew I could not stay in Whiterun. I could not listen to travel gossip and news if I could not even face the people that lived there. I left and locked up, heading toward the Skyforge. Speaking to Eorland Grey Mane I commissioned some new armour, fitted to purpose. A corset of leather and steel fitted my top while a skirt of toughened leather connected with matching boots and greaves. I also bought at a over the odds a new dagger with a wicked, sharp point. He told me it was made from a mix of Dragonbone and Skyforge steel. He named it Dragonsting. He had the grace not to mention what had happened with my last set of armour. Packed and ready I knew now that this new form was intolerable, that I would likely live either as someone of inconsequence or as a victim. I had to find Therin and fast. Somehow, I had to persuade him to undo the curse and revert me back to my old form. My previous misgivings were consumed by the overwhelming need to remove this condition no matter what. I would do anything, I was past the point of thinking of ways to defeat him. I knew I would have to negotiate and would offer him anything.