A Potion Gone Wrong

by L M Gregory

  "Wait, your master has those?" Anna asked.

  "Had," I said.

  "Had?"

  "I used them up."

  "In the potion?"

  "Right, I thought that's what we were talking about?"

  "We are, I just want to make sure I understand. Your master had elf cum, orc cum, and troll cum," Anna said.

  I sighed. "Yes."

  "Do you know where he got them?"

  "No idea." I paused. That wasn't entirely true. "There are a few wizards who specialize in the collection of rare ingredients. The vile they were stored in had one of their symbols on it, but before you ask, I don't remember the name. It wouldn't matter anyway. The troll semen had a mark that indicated it was expensive."

  "How expensive?"

  "Way beyond my resources," I said.

  Before Anna could continue her interrogation, Tom interrupted. "There's a much bigger question, Anna."

  We both turned to Tom.

  He stared at me. "You drank that stuff?"

  Maybe blowing the ceiling off the building was a good idea.

  Chapter 6: New Friend

  Once the laughter and disgust wore off, Tom said he had to go. His parents were expecting him for dinner. It was best he left if anyone came searching for him, finding two Anna's would be hard to explain.

  But Anna didn't leave.

  "My father won't be looking for me, we seldom eat together anymore."

  "Oh," I said. There was a sadness in Anna’s voice I didn't know how to deal with.

  She shrugged. "I'm a girl, and he doesn't know what to do with me. Except marry me off, which he claims I was sabotaging by sleeping around."

  "Were you?" I asked.

  "Maybe." She flashed a grin at me. "I also love hunting and am pretty good with a sword. All things ladies shouldn't be doing according to my father."

  I rubbed my hair or tried to. The feeling was too different to be as comforting as it once was. I didn't know what to say to Anna, this was way beyond my experience. My master would probably kick her out or agree with her father.

  That probably wouldn’t help.

  A smile crossed Anna's face. "You really drank that stuff?"

  I looked down and gestured at my new body.

  She laughed. "How did it taste?"

  "Seriously?"

  "Yes, tell me."

  "It was disgusting."

  She laughed. "I fucked an elf once; they have skills, but... well, that doesn't matter I guess."

  "Wait, it might. Where was it?"

  "He was traveling from their kingdom and spent the night as my father's guest. I provided the entertainment even if my father wouldn't have approved." She grinned again.

  I shook my head. "So, you don't know where I could find an elf?"

  "I do, actually. There's a band moving through the forest to the north. The guards are rotating out to watch them."

  I leaned forward excitedly, which almost caused my breasts to spill out of my sheet. "Would you mind collecting some of their semen for me?"

  She laughed. "Sorry, you'll have to do it yourself."

  "But I thought you enjoyed sex? Anyway, I couldn't do it, you'd be more suited to being a girl and all."

  "I hate to tell you, sweetheart, but you’re as well equipped as I am, better really."

  I blushed. It was hard to remember that I'd switched. Could I do it? In theory... "But I don't have the experience," I whined. That didn't sound good. I need to avoid whining though I wasn't sure how to go about that.

  "This is a good way to get some. You'll want it before you go after the orc and troll cum, those will be difficult."

  "Have you had sex with orcs? Or a troll?"

  She shuddered. "Sorry. No. Orcs I've heard have strange rituals. As for trolls.... well. You know."

  I did. Trolls were huge, and their members were legendary. Only the bravest or craziest of human women went troll hunting. And female trolls hated having sex with human males, they said they couldn't feel anything with our tiny dicks. Their tiny dicks? Was I still a man? That was an interesting question. Some wizards wrote that the body formed the mind, while others argued that the mind was all that mattered. I didn't feel like a man. But had I ever?

  I paused. Had I ever? What if this was a good thing? Could I have been meant to be a woman? Is that the real reason I never fit in anywhere? But that didn't explain my ability for magic. Of course, I'd already known that my master's prejudices against women were ridiculous in that sense. Women could be wizards. The other wizards just were assholes.

  "You really got lost there," Anna said while laughing softly. It was a ringing sound that I could get used to hearing more. Which just might be the problem if I didn't get the semen.

  "Uh." No way was I going to explain my thoughts. Women didn't want to know, not in my experience. Even other men didn't. Other wizards were interested, or at least the few times I'd met other apprentices they'd listened thoughtfully as I had to them. It seemed like we should be getting together more often for talks.

  But that just didn't happen. Wizards were solitary for whatever reasons. Did all wizards question the profession in their apprentice years? Or was something wrong with me?

  "You're lost again," Anna said, chuckling.

  "Sorry." My cheeks were hot again.

  Anna sat next to me. Close to me. Our hips touched. Warmth of a different kind flowed into me. I'd always wanted a woman to touch me like that, and now I couldn’t even do anything about it, life was unfair sometimes.

  Or always.

  "Could you make a potion that didn't rely on someone else's looks?"

  "Why?" I asked, even as my mind flashed down possibilities. I hadn't read anything, but most of wizardry was adapting spells to do what you wanted. Could a potion transform someone? Sure. But it would need a driving force. The hair provided the foundation which the spell could follow.

  "Curiosity," Anna said.

  That was a magic word to me. "I think it could work. Maybe not as extreme as what I went through. A wizard would need to guide the process, though."

  Anna shifted closer to me. "A wizard like you?"

  "In theory," I said. "But in practice, someone experienced might be better. I think I could make small changes. Breast size, weight, maybe even height. Anything too extreme would require extensive knowledge of internal anatomy. I only have book knowledge of that."

  She nodded. "You could make big money offering the nobles and gentry bigger boobs and cocks, you know," Anna said.

  I blinked. Was that possible? Surely some wizard would have done it if it were. But most wizards hated even helping people with illnesses, few would voluntarily work with people. And changes like that were voluntary. Then again, I didn't mind people.

  Anna laughed. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

  I flushed but nodded.

  She took my chin in her hand and held me in place, locked to her gaze. "I want you to change me."

  "Why?" I asked. "You're the most popular girl in the village. Your father managed a marriage to a wealthy man above your station. What more do you want?"

  "Curiosity," she said.

  And kissed me.

  Tom had been my first kiss. His had been rough, quick, a good kiss, but I hadn't had anything to compare it to at the time. Now I did. They were night and day different. Not necessarily better or worse. Just different.

  Anna's kiss started soft. Just a brush of lips. I tried to speak but was flustered.

  "It's just curiosity," she said. She kissed me again. Soft kisses that moved over my lips. I didn't know how to respond, especially when her tongue flickered out to tease my lips. I trembled.

  It felt wonderful.

  "Like this," she said. And kissed me again. This time her tongue slipped in between my lips to dance across my tongue. I moaned softly, joined by the sounds of her own enjoyment.

  What was this? Women couldn't do this with women and men with men. Could they? It didn't seem possible, but why not? I
had certainly masturbated as a man, and now as a woman. Same sex, sex was just a step further, right?

  I gave up my thoughts and embraced Anna.

  "Yes," she whispered. "See? Curiosity. Any other woman would run to the temple, but you, you and I can do what we want."

  Temple? What did the temple have to do with anything? The temple was the primary force keeping people hating wizards. My master claimed they were jealous since their miracles didn't work as reliably as magic. So, they claimed wizards were unnatural and dangerous. The superstitious peasants fell into line. Nobles shrugged and joined in since it was a form of power that helped keep the peasants in place. It worked for everyone.

  Except for wizards. And everyone, from my point of view. My peasant parents had gone to temple when required, but I hadn't paid much attention, instead studying people and trying to sneak out to explore.

  Eventually, they'd given up taking me. So, religion was one place my education lacked.

  Not that I intended to fix that right then. No. Kissing Anna was much more important. Much. No wonder people always wanted to be doing this, it was amazing. Just fantastic. I could do it all day and night.

  Of course, the kissing led to other things. A growing warmth between my legs. An ache I didn't know how to remove. But Anna did.

  She pushed me down into the bed while parting the sheet that still protected my nakedness. Part of me wanted to pull it back closed, after all, I wasn't a woman. My nudity wasn't mine. It was... well, not really Anna's from what she said. A unique blend of what I would have been as a woman and Anna maybe. I don't know. Magic. It was just magic, and just me. I looked like Anna, but I wasn't her.

  I was me. And as me, I wanted more. So, I didn't object to her hands touching my bare skin. Nor her lips as they kissed my neck. My head rolled back as a small moan escaped my lips.

  "Yes," Anna whispered. "Enjoy this," she commanded.

  Downward her hands explored. Teasing across my breasts as I had earlier, but so different. Her hands were more sure. They knew what to do. Knew where to touch. Light brushes, taunting my nipples with close light touches, my nipples rose in anticipation as she approached, but her fingers danced away without delivering.

  I moaned again, but she only laughed. Her teeth nipped my throat, her tongue trailing behind. I didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to do with my hands. Anna's weight pressed me down, trapping me. I could have escaped had I wanted to, but I had no desire to leave, only desire for her.

  Her lips burned a trail downward, to my breasts. She paused. "At first glance, I thought we could be twins, but you really are unique. It's like the spell took my body shape as a template but created a unique you out of it."

  I looked at her. That was an oddly wizard-like thought. "That's an interesting perspective. I think that's exactly what the potion did."

  She grinned. "I once asked my father if I could apprentice with your master, but apparently your master isn't all that into women."

  A giggle slipped from my lips. It sounded different from my normal laugh. How much would the change in body affect my personality? How much did the body inform the mind? Or the mind the body? Would my body change to match my perception? How much of the change was what I thought of as the ideal feminine body as opposed to traits taken from Anna? She was the most attractive woman in the village. Why wouldn't I want to be like her if I was to be a woman?

  Of course, I didn't want to be a woman. I was still a man, just temporarily trapped in a woman's body.

  Anna restarted her kisses across my collarbone, up the slope of my breasts. Our brief pause had only interrupted my growing pleasure, not diminished it. Once she started again, my desire continued right from where it had left off.

  I cried out when her lips sucked a nipple into her mouth. Her tongue thrust against the sensitive bud, causing my back to arch, pushing myself harder against her. What a feeling! What had I been missing all this time by not having a lover?

  And while her mouth was busy with my breast, her hands were hardly idle. Sliding lower. Across my rounded tummy. Down. I knew where she was heading. I'd been there earlier. That had been unbelievable. Would it be better with another person? I suspected from our interactions so far that the answer was yes. I already felt more alive than I ever had. More pleasure than I thought possible. And I still wanted more!

  More!

  There was something else. The familiar pulse of magic. But growing. There were ways of gaining back magic, but I’d never heard sex was one of them. Yet, as we touched, caressed, loved, my magic whirled around us and into me.

  As her fingers encountered the triangle of hair between my legs, I arched my back, inviting her lower. She accepted. Her fingers gliding over my lower lips. Teasing. Almost tickling. I felt the need to giggle, but it wasn't from humor but joy that caused it to slip out.

  More magic. It filled me until I couldn’t hold anymore. So much power!

  Her fingers slipped between my lips, dipping into the wetness that waited, sliding upward across my bundle of nerves. I cried out. Shuddering. Her fingers danced a pattern across the nub that left me breathless and hovering on the edge of something wonderous.

  Deeper they flickered. Faster. My breathing increased to match. I needed her. My hips rose and lowered with her movements.

  "Cum for me," Anna whispered.

  And I obeyed. Screaming into the empty room. Convulsing. Anna moved to capture my lips with hers, kissing away the cries. Magic sped between us, but with nothing left to fill inside of me, it disappeared into the void. I hoped my master didn’t see it.

  I collapsed back on the bed. Fuck it. Who cared? I just wanted sex. Lots of sex.

  Anna's arms went around me, and she pulled me tighter against her. Whispering softly, words I couldn't understand as I tried to analyze the pleasure. My wizard's mind unable to just enjoy. It had to figure things out. What had happened? What should I do? Should I try and do the same back to her? Would she like that? I would think so, but Anna didn't seem to have any inclination to move.

  What did that mean?

  Sleepiness overtook me. I curled up against my first lover.

  "Curiosity," she whispered into my hair as she stroked my red locks.

  As I fell asleep, I thought I heard her say, "Who said I wanted to be a girl?"

  Chapter 7: Seduction of an Elf

  I woke alone. But happy. My body felt amazing. Light. Masturbation, I knew well. I did it to clear my mind and that worked. But I couldn't recall feeling like this. Not so... happy?

  Though I wouldn't have minded having Anna still there. Both for the obvious and because I had questions. What did she mean she didn't want to be the girl? She was a girl.

  Though...

  Was I a man? I didn't look like one. I certainly didn't feel like a man. More, I wasn't sure I wanted to, which brought a blush to my face.

  The door banged open. I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around me, but it was just Tom. He'd seen me naked many times. Many, many times. While the tower had its own bathing room, I still used the communal one sometimes. I wasn't very social, but I did occasionally want people around me. To talk and listen.

  Wait. He'd seen me naked as a man. Not as a woman. I pulled the sheet tighter, blushing.

  Tom was grinning. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Anna asked me to bring you dinner." I stretched. Dinner. That meant it was likely late afternoon or early evening. Especially if Tom had been able to get away from his smithy. His father was a firm believer in long hours. Of course, he had to be. The time necessary just to meet the Baron's taxes meant long hours of hammering.

  I sighed. The whole system sucked. Even my master paid taxes, though he claimed he likely didn't have to. Who was going to say boo to a wizard? It was just easier to pay.

  That was the whole point of the bailiff’s position. Anna's father. He collected the taxes for the village and the surrounding area.

  "Thanks," I mumbled to Tom.

  "She also said that if you wanted to meet an elf
, there's a band about half a day's travel north. In the forest. She'll ask around about orcs and trolls."

  "What am I supposed to do with that information?" I asked as I stood up to approach the table where Tom had set the food. It steamed. Not surprisingly, it was some kind of stew and a still warm loaf of bread. Tom must have stopped by the baker.

  I kept the sheet tightly around me, I needed clothes too. Something that fit better.

  "You need elf cum, right?"

  "Semen," I mumbled as I sat at the table, inhaling the food. My stomach growled. Food at the tower was plentiful and good. The spells weren't complicated. A special box at the baker and the inn in which food was inserted and magicked to the tower. Being a wizard meant a good amount of wealth, though I wasn't sure if my master paid directly or in magic.

  I dug into the food.

  "What's the difference?"

  I sighed. "Nothing, I suppose," I said between bites. "It just sounds less crude."

  "Considering you drank it, I don't think it matters," Tom said with a grin.

  I glared at him before continuing my eating.

  "What was it like?"

  "Transforming? I don't remember much of it. I blacked out. When I woke, it was as if the body had always been mine, at least until I started thinking and comparing to what I really knew. The spell is a good one." I took another bite.

  "No," Tom blushed. "The semen. What did it taste like?”

  I paused with a spoon halfway to my mouth.

  Tom shrugged. "I was just curious."

  This day was just full of surprises. Tom had had almost every eligible woman in the village, and more than a few who technically were off-limits. But I'd never heard of him swinging the other way. The temple did not like that. Not at all. But it happened.

  I sighed. "I couldn't taste it; potions are a spell. The spell changes the texture and taste."

  "Oh," he said, sounding disappointed.

  I resumed eating. "If you want to know, you could collect the elf semen for me," I suggested.

  That earned me a glare. "That's not what I meant."

  "What did you mean?"