Another Quinn point of view story, so less non consent than the Talia PoV. This is part of an on going story which will make the most sense if you've read all the way through. Thanks to all my regular readers, thanks for favouriting and voting - it's really inspirational and helps me stay motivated to keep writing for you.
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Quinn blinked his eyes several times, sure that he must still be dreaming. Where was his cock? He fingered between his legs, exploring his new nether regions. Quinn was extremely familiar with female anatomy though he had never imagined he would be exploring his own. His fingers brushed his feminine folds, sliding one finger inside himself. He was tighter than he expected, and his finger wouldn't fit in very far. He moved his thumb to caress his nub and a frisson of pleasure ran through his body. He ran his thumb in a circle around it, pressing lightly at first, then harder. Quinn was surprised at the intensity of the sensations, and felt himself getting wet, allowing his finger deeper entry into his passage.
Pressing his groin into his hand, he rubbed harder, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was inducing. His breathing grew faster and deeper, matching the speed of his hand. All of a sudden he reached his peak, and he let out a small cry as he climaxed. Quinn was not expecting how quickly it happened, nor intense it would be, as his internal muscles continues to pulse longer than they ever had as a man.
His whole body feeling sated, Quinn suddenly remembered the sleeping man behind him. Thankfully the adventurer slept like the dead, and remained oblivious to Quinn's erotic experiments. Quinn carefully lifted the man's arm, and slid out of the bed, collecting his clothes and slipping out of the door before the man awoke.
The hallway was quiet, but Quinn could hear slight noises coming from the kitchen below, as the cook prepared for the morning breakfast rush. Quinn quickly donned his clothes as he headed towards his own room, finding that they did not fit very comfortably with his new curves, so instead of his own room, he opened the door to his sister's.
Rummaging through her wardrobe, Quinn pulled out a dress that he'd seen Talia wear on several occasions. He hesitated a moment, unsure about dressing as a woman. When they were children, Quinn and Talia used to look so similar they'd be mistaken for each other, and Talia thought nothing about running around in trousers. Once they hit puberty however, Mia insisted that her daughter dress appropriately in skirts or dresses only. Their town was rather old fashioned, and while there were many female travellers who eschewed skirts, locals kept to much stricter gender roles. It felt taboo to Quinn to wear a dress, as crazy as that seemed considered his current predicament. Still, his pants pulled uncomfortably, and his shirt stretched across his ample bosom, and so Quinn pushed aside his doubts and slid into the dress.
He laced up the front bodice and smoothed down the skirts. It fit perfectly, and Quinn felt the overwhelming urge to see himself. Neither of the twins could afford the luxury of a full length mirror, but he remembered Talia had a small hand mirror in her top drawer. Perfect he could get enough of a view of his female body from it.
Retrieving the wooden handled mirror Quinn instinctively brought it to his face where he almost dropped it. Looking back at him was his sister's face - the same heart shaped face with Talia's high cheekbones and full lips. Only her eyes seemed different. They were the same deep brown, but Talia's eyes always had a hint of softness in them, whereas the eyes staring back at him were bright and sharp.
In retrospect, that Quinn looked like his twin sister perhaps should not have been a surprise to him, but the strangeness of the situation had taken him by surprise. Quinn was well aware that magic existed, he had even met various spellcasters over the years when they stayed in the tavern. But for regular folk in the town, magic was as rare as dragons. It existed certainly, but you never expected it to impact your life in any substantial way.
Quinn sat on Talia's bed, and considered the options. There were tales of cursed magical items that could cause one to change genders, but Quinn hadn't found a strange ring or amulet lately. Nor had he upset a mysterious hag or angered a wizard. To his knowledge he had not done anything to anger any of the gods, he paid his respects to them all as appropriate, and prayed to Tymora, the goddess of good fortune specifically. Did he look like Talia because they were twins? Or had his sister, wherever she was, also shifted to look like Quinn? Was it related to her disappearance?
Quinn considered the adventurer he had spent the night with. While it was Quinn's first experience with a man, he somehow doubted that was the cause. There were enough men who enjoyed other men that if being penetrated caused one to shift genders surely that would be well known by now? Quinn smirked a little at the thought of gender shifting semen. No, that was far too crazy. There had to be a reasonable cause for this.
His mind turned to his unknown father. Mia had never liked to talk about him, claiming he was a knave who left her pregnant and alone. She'd hinted that he was a member of the nobility, but Quinn hadn't given it any real credence. Was it possible that Quinn had inherited some curse from this unknown sire?
Quinn shook his head and stood. Regardless of the cause, he had to deal with the situation as it was. He'd need to find someone who knew about magic to see if they could help reverse it. There wasn't anyone in town who would know, but perhaps he would get lucky and there'd be a wizard passing by soon. Or else he'd have to leave, go to a bigger city to find help.
Quinn knew he couldn't leave without telling him mother, not after Talia's disappearance. He crossed the hallway to her bedroom door and knocked lightly. Mia would hopefully be awake by now.
Quinn had fully intended to tell the truth to his mother, until she opened the door, gaped at him in shock and then pulled him close for a tight embrace.
"Oh Talia, Talia! My baby!" Mia sobbed into Quinn's shoulder.
Feeling the urge to comfort his mother, Quinn instinctively spoke. "It's okay mother, I'm home now. It's okay. Everything's okay.'' Quinn stroked her hair, and soothed her.
Mia just continued sobbing, holding Quinn tighter as she did so. Quinn knew that he couldn't tell her the truth, it would hurt her too much. Better that she think Talia is safe than drive herself sick with worry.
The twin's relationship with their mother had always been rather unusual. Quinn had no doubt that she loved both of them dearly, but she wasn't the best at providing for them. Mia was always flighty, and the twins relied on each other for support more than their mother. If it wasn't for Mia's, they would have left years ago. Quinn always wanted to anyway, but Talia had worried that Mia would fall apart without them, and the last few days had proven her right.
Quinn continued to muse on this thought as he left his mother's room. Mia might be reassured, but Quinn was as worried as ever for the fate of his sister. The adventurer Quinn had spent the night with might be able to discover something, but Quinn was loathe to just sit around waiting for news. He needed money, and a lot of it. It dawned on him that this must be how Talia had felt when she had turned to selling herself. Whoring seemed the easiest way to get coin, but Quinn doubted he could earn the amounts he'd need to launch a proper search for Talia, not to mention hire the services of a wizard to fix this whole gender shifting issue. Perhaps in a big city, where people had money, but not in their small town. Still, if he could earn enough coin he could travel somewhere with more prospects.
With these thoughts on his mind, Quinn left the tavern and headed towards Videf's store. Quinn knew for sure that Videf had paid Talia for sex, and he didn't want to miss this opportunity to earn coin. Quinn barely acknowledged to himself that he was also desperate to experience sex as a woman. Quinn had always considered himself straight but his experience the night before had been tolerable, even somewhat pleasurable. If he could take a stranger's cock in his ass as a man, he could definitely cope with being fucked as a woman. Despite these confident thoughts, Quinn felt a few butterflies in his stomach, but he pushed any doubts aside and strode confidently into the small store.
The shop was empty of customers as Quinn entered, Videf bent over a work-table, examining some gems. He looked up as he heard the door opened, and looked surprised and a little uncomfortable.
