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MAKING LOVE By Geneva The ancient nation of Genoria, descended from Amazons, faces a crisis, not having enough men to supply the needs of its women. To remedy this, Queen Sederis uses her magic book to make Phaina and other selected female soldiers temporarily into men. What will the result be? What could go wrong, or right? One of my reviewers suggested I try to use my magic book concept for other transformations. So here goes! Note. This is another tale of the ancient kingdom of Genoria, set about a generation after my story "Full Circle" START I looked at Queen Sederis in horror and heard the sharply indrawn breaths of the other three women, my three comrades, as she made her pronouncement. "Please, no, majesty, anything but that, " I cried. "I could not conceive of that. Please, isn't there any other solution, or anyone else that you could use?" My companions made noises of protest too. Her face was beautiful and regal, like all our queens have been, but adamant and severe. She was in her throne room, but not sitting on her throne, rather, standing in front of it. By her right side was her husband Teson and on her other side, her mother, the former queen Medere. Also, standing further to the side were her attendants, six of them, as appropriate to her rank as head of our Genorian society. I was surprised that two of them had not been excused from further duties that day. It had been traumatic enough for them earlier. She shook her head emphatically. "No, I have carefully looked over many of my subjects to make my selection. You four should be the best for this. You are young, you are healthy, you are fit, your limbs are straight and you have shown yourselves true responsible citizens of Genoria. You are soldiers, accustomed to discipline and you have not yet borne children so you are the best possible choice. My mind is made up!" The enormity of her order overwhelmed the four of us. I felt so desolate that I even began to cry! She had just announced that for reasons of state she was going to use her ancient book of spells to make all four of us into men! "Stop that!" she commanded. "You are all soldiers, and good ones too, from reports. You know to obey commands. And should not be sniveling!" Her voice softened. "Anyway, it will be only for a year. After that I will administer the reverse spell and you can all get your women's bodies back again. "I will reward you too. You will become some of my close advisors, if you would like that." That would be a real honor, but I was overwhelmed by the personal cost. There were the four of us. I was Phaina. Beside me were my fellow soldiers, Aglance, Melica, and Pulere. All of us were in the army, but had been ordered to the palace that very morning from our barracks. I spoke up. "I am not concerned with any money, Queen Sederis, although I would look on it an honor to be your advisor. So would we all. But in the past our land of Genoria has not needed men. Why can't we carry on as we have done in the past?" She shook her head. "That arrangement is showing more and more problems. The reason is that many of the men who visited the Temple of Ishtar to couple with our women and supply them with children came from our neighboring kingdom Ceradol, but our recent conflicts with Ceradol and its resulting chaos while their warring factions still fight for power has totally disrupted their kingdom. The strife has also killed off many of their own citizens. I stole a glance at the chief priestess Maledis too. She had remained tight lipped at the queen's proposals. They were certainly not to her liking as they reduced the role of the Temple of Ishtar. Pulere spoke up. "Please, perhaps we could invite men from nations other than Ceradol to join us, I mean temporarily. After all, you have married a man from outside?" "There are problems there too. Less than a generation ago ago we had that adventurer from Perad, that scurrilous woman Niobe. She even got to be their queen! Her machinations and scheming have destabilized this whole region. It is a good thing we captured her. She deserved the death sentence my mother, Queen Medere pronounced on her. Unfortunately, the trouble she stirred up has disrupted the visits of men from other kingdoms so that very few men come to the Temple of Ishtar now and we do not trust them either! So we need a fresh source of men. "We also need to select them very carefully. That takes time. Besides, if a man from outside were to be invited in and allowed to impregnate many of our women he might start getting fancy ideas about establishing a harem here, and even taking a role in our government. I remind you that Genobia is a gynarchy! Women rule here! Men are only here at our sufferance. They only have minor roles in our government and we will keep it that way. You all, having been born female and raised as women, will be more amenable to changing back." I was watching her husband's face when she said that, but I could not read it. What she said was true. There were only a limited amount of men in Genoria. Her husband's role, apart from helping her supply an heir, was purely advisory. He had set up a business that coordinated the Genorian mineral and precious metal production and distribution but he was one of only a minority of men in this realm. "What about using some of your slaves?" Aglance asked. "I believe that three of them were once men. You changed them to women and enslaved them, you know, as Genoria has done with all men who trespassed into our territory. Surely if they were changed back it would save us having to change. And having been men once they would be more familiar with their strange men's bodies and how to carry themselves, yes and how to ..." she hesitated. "How to lie with women and couple with them." 'The queen shook her head. "Absolutely not and that is the very reason! They would be familiar with how men behave. Too familiar! They might start to think of themselves as deserving special privileges and get other airs. Besides, one of my slaves is well on her way in her training. Two others, as you know, have just started. I don't want to set that back." I watched the faces of her six personal attendants standing beside her. I knew three of them had been born women and were free. They looked surprised. The other three were actually collared slaves, two of them very new to their servitude. They had once been men, but had strayed into Genoria uninvited. This was a serious infraction of our laws and they had been given the choice of execution or being changed to women using a ancient magic book handed down from our ancestors. A spell from this book made a man into a woman. They had chosen to be changed. They were told too that a year's slavery would be imposed on them to learn properly the ways of the realm before they were allowed into Genorian society. So now they were being rigorously trained for their new lives. The two new slaves had numb and bewildered expressions. The other had a thoughtful look,The three who were not slaves had expressions of shock and horror. They obviously would not have wanted to be changed to men. Another spell changed women into men, as we had just been reminded. Aglance was not finished. "Then what about the men that are here already, who have married some of our women? You have a husband too. Could they not be used to supply the need?" Teson's face stiffened in surprise, then flushed but he said nothing. I thought the queen would have a fit. "Certainly not! These men have to take their wives as their sole companions. Allowing them access to other women could destroy their unions. It might affect my realm." She looked over us. "That is why I want you four to take the task. Also, it is good that you are all unwilling. That means, I hope, that you will be all too keen to get back to your female existence in a year." She clapped her hands together." So! The four of you will have a week to make your arrangements with the other women in your council tables! I have already discussed this with our army commander and she agrees with my proposal. That will be enough of your protest! Get your affairs in order and present yourselves here this time and day in a week!" "Your majesty, I protest!' broke in Maledis, the head priestess. "This proposal undermines the role of the Temple and with it the foundations of our society. It starts a dangerous precedent!" I felt a stirring of hope that we might be saved. Maledis was an influential person in the state but the queen shook her head." I have considered this. It is a risk we have to take for the reasons I have already given. My mind is made up." Almost reeling in shock and apprehension we staggered from her presence and from the palace into the street. There we hugged each other in our tears. We were soldiers and supposed to be tough but this was too much! We had been summoned to the palace that morning, interrupting our archery practice at the barracks. Supposedly, there was a task for us. We were warriors in the army and had been commended by our commander and sometimes in the past we had been given special tasks. I had been a little surprised by this task, but it was part of the expectations of all in our society. The queen had two absolutely new slaves. These had been men who had been found trespassing in Genorian lands. As a penalty the queen had used her magic book, one handed down through the generations. She had read a spell from it that changed the trespassers, men, into women. In previous days some of those transformed were sold away on trading ships, but if the queen thought they had potential as future citizens, they were allowed to stay in Genoria. However, they would first serve her as slaves under tight discipline and, as part of that, they experienced a ritual whipping to emphasize that they owed her absolute obedience. That was the fate of these two. At the queen's orders the four of us had taken the two unfortunate new women to an open courtyard in her palace grounds. The women were stripped, their hands tied to a hook in a post so that their toes barely reached the ground and I was set with the task of giving each ten strokes of a broad bladed whip. Both slaves had been white faced with fear and anticipation. I had swung the whip. I did not like doing this, but it was an old tradition, one that emphasized the queen's authority and the rites, mores and organization of Genoria. I would not whip them especially hard, but it would still hurt. The queen had watched carefully and I did not dare show mercy. If I had not done it properly, I might have felt the whip myself! I knew that possibly one or both of them would faint from the pain, but the whipping would stop until they revived, then start again. This time neither fainted, but both cried out and one screamed terribly with each blow. We cut then down and pulled then to Sederis' feet while they blubbered out vows of obedience. The spell had worked well on them. Both had shapely woman's bodies and pretty faces, although the latter were spoiled with streaks of tears. Sederis had her other slaves lead the girls away. All of them were noticeably subdued. The one who was a slave would have been reminded of what she had endured when she was first taken into Sederis' service, and what awaited her if she was disobedient or tardy in her duties. "Thank you," Sederis had said, "Now I have another task for you four. Come into my throne room." Curious, we had followed her and it was then she announced she had another task for us. She had given us the staggering order that we were to undergo one of her realm's magic book's spells and spend a year as men and that during that time our task was to impregnate as many Genorian women as we could! The book was usually kept with the high priestess but was often used by the queen. So our protests had made no impression on the queen and we were dismissed and sent to make our preparations. "Is there any possibility we can be saved from this?" Pulere asked. I shook my head miserably. "I don't think so, but we can check with our council tables as they are supposed to give permission. Not that I think it would matter. These tables are the lowest levels of councils that we have in Genoria. The queen has absolute power. Yes, I know, she takes advice from higher councils but she is not obliged to do so." I left the others and made my way to the cluster of adjoining houses that comprised my own table. A ' table' was so named after the time that our distant Genorian women ancestors sat down at communal tables to decide on matters of common interest. Being in the army, I was required to stay in the Genorian army barracks for five days each week but I had my own quarters in my table to provide a base as a continuing connection to the rest of Genorian society. Like other soldiers I would normally return there when my term as a soldier was complete and I wanted to take up a civilian life and have children. The other women of my table would be a continuing support when I was raising my daughters. I say daughters, as any male children, several days after their birth, were ritually administered a spell from that same book of magic that the queen used, and made into girls. I had heard of the same situation before, a hundred or more years previously when some Genorian woman were temporarily made into men, but I never thought the state would ever be faced with such a desperate measure again. Genoria was a society of women, its customs and organization founded on the principles of the Amazons, a society for women only.Men were needed of course, to allow the woman to have children. In the past this had been done by Genorian women visiting the Temple of Ishtar each months to meet and couple with men from nearby tribes. In more recent days, our society had changed so that some Genorian women had taken husbands, but many still preferred the old ways, to be free of the encumbrance of a man. As the queen had made very clear to us, she was invoking the ancient custom because of a pressing need. I called a table meeting that very night and when I complained I was told that I must obey the queen although many of the women were sympathetic and two were openly distraught. It was me who had to comfort them! Gulping with apprehension, I went to see my mother and explained the queen's order. She gave me sympathy, of course, but stressed my obedience to the queen's command. "It's not as if it is a capricious or light decision," my mother scolded." Queen Sederis has almost certainly asked the advice of the nation's supreme council. So you must do your duty according to the needs and mores of our Genorian society!" I was getting little comfort from my mother so I approached the next subject more cautiously. "Mother, what is it like to lie with a man and couple with him, like at the Temple of Ishtar?" I knew what was required. Like other women I had been instructed after my first monthly bleeding how woman coupled with men and conceived but I had not experienced any of it. As a soldier I was relieved of the responsibility of bearing children until the end of my military service. "Well, you know what happens at the temple. I've told you. So have many others." She sighed. "All right, you go there. You select a man from those who are lined up for your selection. You lead him to an alcove, have him lie supine on the floor and when you are ready, you straddle him. You take that male part between his legs and guide it into you. You capture it! He will release his seed to you and that will make you pregnant if it is your proper time." She shrugged. "After that you really have no further need of him." She sniffed disdainfully. "Although it seems that some women want more permanent attachment to men. Including our queen! I can't think why!" I was even more hesitant. "But I have seen pictures of men. That men's part is soft and small. How could it I take it easily into me?" "Well, you see, it swells on the man, almost without him thinking. The sight of woman's bodies is usually enough, especially in the light traditional gown that women wear at the temple. But when you have drained him he will usually deflate." I wondered at the mystery of men's bodies and gave small shudder that I would be expected to be like that. During that next week, as the queen had suggested, I put all my affairs in order. My small apartment would revert to the table's use for a year. I went through my personal clothing. I shook my head. There was little I could use after I became a man ad I placed that into boxes. My weapons and armor would be put into storage at the barracks. The week over, I reluctantly presented myself back at the palace and was directed to the queen's quarters. I was shown to a small room near the queen's private quarters which had been set with four simple beds. Both Aglance and Pulere were there already and Melica arrived very soon after me. All of us were pale and silent. The queen looked sternly at us. "I know that you do not want to do this, but our Genorian society thanks you for your sacrifice. As I told you, it will only be for a year. I have read in our annals that the spell is rather severe, unfortunately, but that you will recover in a few days and you will have men's bodies. "I expect you will be shocked at the beginning with your new bodies, their shapes, their functions, their demands and eventualy their emotions. They will take some getting used to. I know that any men I have changed into women take a while to adjust. Your minds will not have adapted either at first and you will feel embarrassment. But I am told that in a few months you will be used to the male bodies and your minds will have accepted them too. To help you, you will be given some companionship by some of the men here, who will train and guide and advise you. After that, you will be set up in small houses in the city and women who want to have children will be directed to you." I barely heard her as I felt at my smooth body. It would be terrible to lose my beautiful breasts, my narrow waist and my shapely hips. I would get a hairy angular body and, worse of all, I would have extra ugly appendages dangling between my legs. I thought too of older men I had seen, losing hair on their heads, bare glossy skin showing under the sunlight. I shuddered. At least I would not have to undergo that. In a year I could get back my female body. The queen glared at me, as if she knew my attention was wandering and I forced myself to listen to her. "There is another thing," said Sederis. " It shows how men are weak compared to women. Many men can only supply a woman's needs once or twice each night. Sometimes it is more, but that can wear them out so that subsequent visiting women in the same night do not get satisfactory coupling. It is probably to the good that we intend to limit you to one woman per night. I have no idea what the demand will be, but over the year, you will be expected to have coupled with at least a hundred women. I have heard that some women are keen to pay many visits to the Temple of Ishtar and that may happen here too. I suppose it's because they are so eager to become pregnant and help the nation, but if necessary their visits will be rationed." I felt my stomach give a lurch. I hoped that I would be able to do my duty, however distasteful it might be. The queen gave a smile, meant to encourage us, I suppose. "At the end of the year, you will be allowed to change back to women and resume your real lives. By that time I will have selected another four women and have changed and trained them ready to replace you. Any advice you give will be welcomed. Hopefully this scheme will result in many pregnancies each year. It will nicely supplement the children born from women visiting the Temple of Ishtar." I supposed that this was an attempt to mollify Maledis. "I have the ancient book here." She unwrapped a small book from its dark red silk wrapper. It had several pages and she slowly turned to the end. She pointed to a page. "This is the charm I want. Now obviously I cannot read this myself, nor any of my servants or slaves. No one has recorded what it does to men so I will have,...you, Phaina, " She pointed to me. "You will read this to the others. I believe it affects all who hear it." I was embarrassed that I had been selected to read the spell. I hoped the others would not hold it against me. "I am told it will not take long to read it. Now, good fortune!" The queen passed it to me, pointed to the page and she and her attendants, left, closing the door behind them. Gulping, my heart racing, I took the book. Its pages were fluttering in my trembling hands. Aglance sighed. "We have no choice. We might as well get on with it. Go ahead and read it!" "Forgive me, sisters, comrades," I muttered and I embraced them all. Hesitatingly I began to read the words. Most were strange sounding and made no sense. One or two may have sounded slightly familiar but perhaps that was a coincidence. I don't know what I was expecting but when I had finished nothing had happened. "It hasn't worked!" I said, feeling as if my day was suddenly lighter. I looked at the others, hoping for reassurance. Melica shook her head. "Probably it has. I have heard from a relative who works in the palace that the one that is administered to the men who stray into our territory to make them into women takes some minutes to start. Probably this is the same." We looked at each other. If the spell did not work the queen would be annoyed. I hoped we would not feel her displeasure. The door opened and the queen walked in with her attendants. "Nothing yet?" she asked. We shook our heads. "Just wait!" But she seemed just a little less confident. I felt embarrassed for the queen and I had a little flush. She was our ruler and had always shown that she had the best interests of her realm at heart, even though it was me that was being asked to make the sacrifice. Then I flushed again, but it seemed slightly different this time and it was accompanied by a prickly feeling on my arms and legs. It disappeared in a few seconds but another heavier flush took me a minute later, gradually increasing in intensity until I was burning all over, as if with fever. I gasped and sank onto the bed and I saw that the others were the same. The queen was looking at us anxiously. I sank into blackness. Sometime, much later, I think, I became gradually aware of things. Someone was washing my face and I heard someone speaking. "He's waking now." He? Who were they talking about? How did a male get in? Then it came rushing back to me, what had been done to me. I felt myself begin to panic and I forced myself to breathe slowly. I twisted on the cot, aware that my body and limbs were stiff and sore and as I tried to roll over I knew something was different. The feel of the cot on my body was different. The usual pressure of my breasts and my hips on the bed surface was much less and I seemed to be leaner. I felt my toes protrude over the end of the cot, yet my head was near the top. I had grown taller. I forced open my eyes to see the queen looking down at me while one of her attendants held a dish of water to me. "Some water?" the girl asked. She was one of those I had whipped. My lips felt dry and cracked and I nodded. I could only croak a reply, as my voice was exceptionally hoarse. I pushed my arms to sit up. The sensation was awkward and needed more effort. I took the offered cup and sipped at the water, realizing my chest was bare. I gave a small shocked cry. The familiar sight of my breasts was gone. My nipples and areoles were still there, but had greatly shrunk. My chest was almost flat. My hands and feet looked enormous too. I looked down between my legs, my beautiful breasts no longer in my vision. I whimpered at the sight. There, between my legs there was the extra dangling male bit, the strange sight of a projecting penis instead of slight mound with a cleft. I felt at it, discovering another appendage below it, a soft sac of crinkled skin. I tested it, feeling two large ovoid lumps inside. Worse, they slid around in the sac in a disgusting way and when I pressed at them I felt a jolt of sharp pain. I snatched my hand away. "Yes, it has all worked well," I heard. It was the queen, examining me. "Yes, I suppose you should get used to it," she said, a trace of sympathy in her voice. My mouth felt furry and I croaked for another drink. "So this is how... "I had to stop. My voice was hoarse and I now spoke with a deep timbre. "This is how men are. I've had instructions, but seeing the real thing is..... shocking." "Yes, quite different from women, aren't they!" I wiped my eyes and lay back in my misery. To think that I had to endure all of this for a year! Taking a deep breath, I struggled to sit up in the cot again and a soft cushion was placed at my back. I held up my arms to examine them. They were longer but their smoothness had gone. The appearance now hinted at the underlying muscles. It was the same with my legs and thighs and when I rubbed them I could easily feel the muscles beneath the skin. My hands and feet had become enormous too, at least compared to how they had been. I put my hands over my face to hide my tears at the loss of my female body. I was now in this hulking ugliness! "What happened? How did it look when I changed?" I eventually asked one of the slaves when I had control of my senses. The queen must have heard and she answered. "I'll tell you. I was interested to see how the spell worked. After all, I had never seen this before so I watched you and the others. It was mild at first, beginning like a fever. When you suddenly fell unconscious we laid you on a bed. It was as if your body, or at least your skin, began to ripple. That's the only word for it. Soon your body began to change shape and change its proportions. It grew too. Your chest broadened and so did your waist, but your hips became smaller. Your nipples shrunk and your breasts began to shrink and flatten on your chest, so that over an hour, your body changed to the proportions of a man. You even began to grow taller and your feet and hands grew larger." She pointed to my groin. "Your pubis first closed up, almost completely, then slight bulges appeared, expanding, swelling and lengthening until a penis developed, with that pouch underneath. Your face is still hairless and so are your chest and your limbs, like a boy's, but definitely male. "In all it took two hours to complete, until it was a man. You! The spell has done its work." "I know that men are hairier than woman." I gestured to my limbs and chest. "But I'm not. Will that happen too?" "I expect it will, but how and when I don't know. How do you feel now?" I was feeling stronger and stronger. "I'd like to try to get up." "Then I'll have two of my attendants support you." Without waiting for them I took a deep breath, slid my feet off the bed, swiveled round and, leaning forward, I pushed myself up. I had a brief spell of dizziness, soon gone but I was glad of their support. I marveled too. I was now more than half a head taller than the attendants or the queen. I spoke to one of the slaves who had been changed from a man, not the more recent ones. "You were once a man, I heard. Your spell went the other way. Would you have liked to use this on you to become a man again?" She though for a few seconds and shook her head." At first, maybe. Probably. After all, it was to be changed followed by a year of slavery, either that or death. Not much of a choice, was it! If it had been possible immediately after I was changed, I would have, but not now." She almost looked coy." I have grown to love my female body. I am supposed to serve the queen but I will be freed. I will look forward to being free and being a proper citizen of Genoria." I lurched over to the other three beds and looked at them. On each of them was a man, just beginning to stir, my companions. The spell had worked on them too. We all had men's bodies, but strangely, almost hairless. The queen came over to me. "We should look after you. Are you hungry?" I shook my head." No, but I'd like some more water." Almost immediately a slave brought a flagon and I downed it. The queen pointed down at my naked groin. "Next, you cannot go around like that. I was curious earlier and I watched you as you changed , but these, uh, male appendages disturb us all. The sooner you are all dressed the better. I know that we have changed you for a purpose, but you need not advertise your wares so blatantly!" She snapped her fingers and a slave brought a bundle of clothing. I thought that her attitude was unfair. It was as if all this was my fault. "Next," asked the queen, "As you have male body, to start with you should be given a man's name, at least all the time you are to be a man. I have thought of one. How about Phaedon?" I shrugged. It did not sound so bad, other than being a male name. "Good, and I have thought that I will call Aglance, umm, Aglaere. Melica will become Menares and Pulere will be Pyris." I got a shock when a man walked in. It was the queen's husband, Teson. Almost automatically I put my hands over my chest and groin to hide them until I remembered I was no longer a woman. I had nothing to hide that he had not seen. "I have asked my husband to help you now," announced the queen." He will spend some days with the four of you to direct you and advise you." I was aware of Teson scrutinizing me and I became slightly annoyed. "It's worked well, but you need some hair about you. I see you have been given some men's clothes," he said. "Let me show you how to dress." I noticed that the queen had discreetly withdrawn with her attendants. Aglaere, Menares and Pyris had woken and were rubbing their eyes. Over the next hour they were also up and able to walk about and Teson called us together. "To explain male clothes, standard clothing is like women's but shorter and looser for ease of movement. But first you will need a loincloth. Women use that too but you will often wear it tighter, if you are exercising or running. If your new anatomy bounces too much that can hurt!" He grinned. I drew in my breath, remembering how sensitive these parts had been "Put this on! " he handed me a loincloth and I put it on, unsure what he meant. "No, do it up tighter!" he suggested, and I drew it well up "Now on top of that, use this." He handed me a tunic. Actually its length was little different from my soldier's clothes and it did not seem that strange. In fact it was much the same length as the leather skirt I wore in barracks. I usually only wore my longer ankle length woman's robes when I went to meetings of my table. "Your feet too," and he rummaged through some sandals. "These should do." They were much bigger and heavier than even my military ones. He supervised the others as they dressed too. When we were done he looked at us approvingly. I just felt clumsy. He clapped his hands for attention. "An important part is to get you fit. You were soldiers, but your bodies have changed and you will be stiff from the spell. I will give you a day to recover but tomorrow you must start getting fit." He was as good as his word and the next morning, when we had eaten, he summoned us, "Follow me!" He led us out of the palace and into its courtyard. Some women stopped and stared at us and I felt myself blush. The sight of five man together in Genoria would have been unusual. Teson started by walking quite quickly then began to go even faster. We kept up with him easily. As soldiers we had been fit and this appeared to have carried through our change. He grinned at us and began to run. It was awkward at first. I felt subtle changes in my gait but soon got used to it. My leg muscles gave me slight aches but these were soon gone. He went faster still. We could still keep up although I started breathing through my mouth. When he went faster again and we began puffing he held up his hand for us to stop. "You are better than I had thought," he said. I was not displeased. I was breathing heavily but I knew I would be able to run faster than before. One advantage! Pyris and Menares looked very pleased too. "That will be enough for today." I was actually disappointed. I wanted to show off my new ability, but by this time we were very hungry and trooped back into the palace where a large, but simple meal was laid before us. I was hungry and was I was attacking a piece of roast goat when Menares by passed me. I crinkled my nose. He noticed my reaction and I sniffed at him again then at my own body. "We smell different! It must be a male smell!" My mouth dropped with the realization. Teson had heard us. "Yes, you will sweat more so make sure you wash well before you meet with any of these women in the future. They might complain!" I felt that he did not need to remind me of what lay ahead. I reached over for another piece of goat then looked at the pile of bones on my plate. I must have eaten twice the usual amount! Teson visited us every day that next week. A lot of time was taken up with exercises and games. He also instructed us in our new roles and how men played important parts in nearby kingdoms. When we had been younger, like all Genorian girls, we had all been instructed in the part men play in coupling, but Teson went over it again. "I'm sure you have questions?" he asked. "Yes, you said a man insets his penis into a willing woman, but I... I am soft." I pointed to my groin, now under a tight loincloth. "That could not possibly work. What would I have to do to make it large and hard to be able to enter a woman? The queen has told us but I did not fully understand the process." He raised his eyebrows. " I think you will find it happens all too easily. Let me see, how to describe it." He laughed. "Of course, I haven't been a woman so I can't compare directly. Maybe you four will be able to describe the process after your year is over and you can describe it to others. I'll just say that men can be stimulated, very easily, by many of the characteristics of women. There are certain sights, certain views of a woman, just touching a woman can do it. Hearing her speak, sometimes it's her smell. Women smell different from men. Sometimes with young men it happens all too easily without their knowing why. Kissing and caressing is very good too. A man becomes very engorged, sometimes painfully so." He flushed slightly. "It's awkward for me to tell you these things. I was brought up in a society with almost equal numbers of males and females. I went through all of these..... stimulations, while I matured. This Genorian society is rather different, but I have been told that a women can experience similar excitement, you might say, if she sees an attractive man. Unfortunately, when you four were growing up, you probably saw very few men. And having it explained to you, I mean that from that instruction you were given when you matured, is not quite the same thing. It's too cold and impersonal, maybe deliberately so. Maybe the priestess wants it that way." He looked round us. "I see you do not believe me. But I expect you will soon find out! Let me think. When you were women did your nipples ever suddenly get harder? Did you ever feel a tension, a sensation between your legs?" Several of us blushed. He nodded. "I am sure that was automatic too." He looked round at us. "Phaidon, come here. I've noticed something." He took my face and examined it. He ran his finger over my chin and upper lip. "I see you are getting downy. That tells me that your male hair is beginning to grow there." He rubbed my arm. "There too. Yes, you are all beginning to grow the hair that a man would have." One of us gave a small cry. I felt desolated that I would become hairy. Over the next week the hair growth became much more visible. The light down on my face became thicker and wirier. My arms and legs began to show signs too. Even my chest began to grow hair. Teson had noticed too. He actually complimented me but I was devastated and told him so. "By the way, you are forbidden to pluck any hair." he reminded me. I looked at the fuzz growing on my limbs. I hoped it would fall out when I changed back. The following weeks Teson kept us busy with exercises and vigorous games that he had devised for us. These became more and more energetic I was more and more aware that something was driving me to win. It was obvious too that Menares was feeling a similar drive and we began a sort of rivalry. My hair grew more and more on my body. Previously I had a small patch of hair at my groin. It had started to spread, and now there was a growing patch of hair halfway to my navel. About two months after our change we had a visit from Queen Seleris. We were made to stand in front while she inspected us. Behind her were her slaves and the girls all stared at us quite openly. I recognized two of them as the new girls I had whipped at the time the queen had ordered us to take the spell. I found myself taken with the looks of one of them. She was a little taller than the others, with dark hair and lively brown eyes, contrasting with her fair skin. I suddenly realized that she was looking at me, not casually, but almost insolently, really scrutinizing me, looking me up and down, as if evaluating me. I hid a gasp as she gently swayed her hips to me and, unseen by the other attendants, pursed her lips to me as if giving me a kiss and gave me a saucy smile. She bent slightly so that I had a view of her breasts in the top of her gown. Then she straightened again and repeated her smile. I gave another small gasp when she lifted aside the skirt of her robe so that I had a view of her shapely leg, even part of her thighs. I felt flattered at her display, obviously aimed at me, and showing her interest in me, To my shock, I felt my penis begin to swell in my loincloth, more and more, becoming so hard that it was almost painful. It even pressed against the base of my tunic. I was sure it was making a noticeable bulge in my clothing. I was embarrassed. I had never experienced anything like it before. In case anyone else saw it, as casually as I could, I put my hand in front of my groin to hide it and bent over slightly. The queen, finished with her inspection, made a satisfied nod and left with her attendants. However, Teson had noticed my problem. "I think you are about ready now, Phaedon!" he grinned, pointing to my groin. Red- faced, I turned away from him, but he caught my arm. "So, what do you think caused it?" I sucked in my breath. "I think it was that one of the queen's new attendants, a slave girl. I just think it was the way she looked. I liked her." I did not want to tell about the girl's actions in case it got her into trouble. I tossed and turned in my bed that night, bewildered at the reactions of my body. I had been attracted to that girl. It was against all my upbringing to be attracted to a woman, yet it was something that was expected of a man. And I had been made into one! That very night I had yet another sign. Thoughts of the serving girl continually intruded into my dreams. I slept naked and when I woke up this time there was a small damp patch on my bed. It was slightly sticky and I knew what it was. This man's body I was in was going its way even without conscious thought or guidance. Teson kept us busy with games. He said it was to develop our male bodies. One day the four of us had been playing at a game with a ball. Then late in the game when I tried to get it from Menares I pushed him slightly. He pushed me back stronger, quite deliberately, more than was necessary. "What!" I exclaimed, and the next thing I knew was that he was facing me, staring at me as once more he pushed me, quite aggressively. But I would not give way and we glared at each other until, "Enough!" I heard. Teson had run to us and pushed between us. Grudgingly I stood back to let him separate us. Menares had his hands in front of him, clenched, then slowly backed off. "Go and rest! Take a drink of water," Teson ordered. "Then I want to see you both!" We stood before him like delinquents. "There will be none of that!" Teson ordered. "Or you will be taken before my wife for punishment. Do you realize what you're acting like?" "What?" I snapped irritably. "Stupid young men, boys becoming men, feeling their manhood, with man's strength, but boys' immaturity and brains. I want no more of this! You're not in competition. You have shared experiences. Support each other! You don't have to compete. Did you do that in the army?" I thought back. Actually Menares' previous self and I had been friends. "I will remind you that you are still serving soldiers, under military discipline. Dissention and unruly behavior is not tolerated." Teson sighed. "Yes, it was bound to happen," he said. "Maybe you have to go through all the jostling that boys do to each other." His voice hardened. "But I still want none of it. I will not warn you again. Another breach of discipline and you will be flogged. Help each other!" The next day was quite hot. We were playing another game. I had become thirsty and at a rest time I gulped down a large ewer of water. I must have overdone it and I felt my bladder full. I told Teson so and he grinned at me and called a halt. "Me too," he said, turned away from us and fumbled at his clothes. I saw him direct a stream of urine on the ground. I was taken aback. He had done it while standing! His action triggered my own need and I turned by back too, raised the front of my tunic, pulled aside my loincloth and started. A beetle was crawling over the low grass in front of me and chuckling, I aimed my stream onto it, watching it tumble over and finally scurry away. "Handy, isn't it?" called Teson. I grinned. That was something I could not have done as a woman. I had liked doing it too! Next day Teson called us together. "I've been watching you all. I think you're now ready. You're behaving like rambunctious young men. Let's now see if you can be like men and think of your duty. "I think you are all now ready for the task! Sederis and I have been wondering how to do this. There are several possible ways. One would be for you to live in small houses here in the city and have women visit you. Visiting arrangements will be handled by scribes. A second possibility is that you visit the women as they request. Any woman would be in her familiar surroundings and be more relaxed. However, your visits will be noticed by the rest of the women at their tables and that may not be the best. Yet another possibility would be to to use a neutral ground, as it were, but this may make arrangements more complicated. We even wondered about having you live at the Temple of Ishtar at each full moon to supplement other 'visitors'. The head priestess is in very much in favor of this but that would only allow you one opportunity each month and inefficient so we will keep with our original plan. "So, we have set up small houses in different corners of the city. Women will contact your scribes and arrange meetings. We hope you will do your duty. Your role, then, is to couple with all visiting women. Women will be encouraged to use you. Word of your availability will be spread around to every table in the city. "However, a warning. We will require you to do little except couple with these women. Be considerate. You are strongly discouraged from putting on weight so we expect that you will be careful of how much you eat. Also, you must be fit. You will take at least one hour each day for exercises and army drill. You will also be fastidiously clean, especially when women visit you. This is required of any men that still visit the Temple of Ishtar and it will apply to you too. Women are ritually washed too and they will be advised to do so." He paused, as if trying to find the right words." I am not sure how to say this. How you find the next months may depend on the effectiveness of the spell." He grinned. "Many men would look on what you are about to experience as an ideal existence, to be looked after, not to have to work, and to exist merely to service a variety of women. But, since you were all women once, I am not sure how you will find it. You may find the whole procedure traumatic. "I believe what you are going through was done in the past, about two hundred years ago. Unfortunately, the records are not complete so we don't know whether the men had any problems." He must have seen my face. "You are nervous, Phaedon?" "Yes, I hope I can do it. I have never seen a man and a woman actually coupling. I have seen drawings, but I wonder how accurate they are." "We had thought of that. Because of that and as you are all inexperienced, we have decided that your first visitors will be women with a bit of experience. So the first week your visitors will be limited to women who have had two children. They can help and guide you. Oh yes, your scribes will be women, of course. The scribes will keep records and make arrangements but will also be responsible for domestic duties, such as buying supplies, preparing food, and washing clothes " He looked round at all of us in turn. "They are totally off limits until the very end. There are practical reasons. Pregnancy might interfere with their duties, and we do not want them taking up a large amount of your time." It did not take very long to set up. Within a day I was installed in a small house at the eastern part of the city. It had acentral toom. with two rooms off that, one for me and one for my scribe, a pretty young woman called Mena. She was to to record appointments and details of the visiting women. Apparently the queen wanted to keep records to find if the program was a success. That first day, remembering the requirement to keep fit, I had gone for a run as far as the harbor, enjoying the smooth running gait of my male body. It was hot and afterwards I walked back, enjoying the sights. I occasionally got mildly curious looks from the citizens, the great majority women, of course. I noticed some nudges and sideways looks from some of them. Obviously my identity and role was known to them. I tried not to let it bother me. It was a nice day and I sat down by a fountain. I started watching the younger women as they passed by and once again I discovered my penis had a life of its own. I was sure the bulge was noticeable and I crossed my legs to hide it, desperately trying to think of other matters to deflate it. When I arrived back, Mena had a smile on her face. "Phaedon, the word has got out, and I've had a woman already come by to make an appointment. Your first time!" She laughed. "The woman is called Beara. She is a weaver. I have told her to come at dusk. She is thirty years old and has three children." She looked at me a little critically. "You are dusty and sweaty so you should get ready. Wash yourself and put on clean clothes. I have already tidied your bedroom and later I will light a small lamp with scented oil. "I also contacted the priestesses and they gave me some special oil like they use at the temple. If the woman needs it, it will make her more slippery and easier for her to insert you , but this Beara insists she is experienced so there should be no difficulty." I gulped and had to take deep breaths. "You'll be all right," chided Mena. Beara arrived almost as the sun had set. Mena opened the door when the woman knocked and led her in. She was a tall striking woman, with dark blonde hair. Her skin was fair, but well tanned by the sun and she was a bit heavier than most Genorian women. I held my hands together to stop their shaking. I got the impression that Beara was evaluating me, and not all that favorably! Mena had poured some wine, but when she offered it the woman shook her head. "No, I don't need any wine. So this is Phaedon! Hmmm! "Again it was as if she was measuring me. "Yes, I suppose he'll do," she said grudgingly. She looked round. "Now to business! Let's get it over with! Where about? Right here?" I had lost my voice but I pointed to my bedroom. She strode in as Mena glared at me and pointed for me to follow. Things were going too fast. "All right! No time to waste!" she said. " I have a meeting of my table later tonight so I hope you are ready." She pulled off her gray-green gown and undid her off-white loincloth. She rubbed her hands. I noticed they were rough, from her weaving profession, I supposed. "Well?'' what are you waiting for? I'm in a hurry." she snapped. Meekly I undressed too. "What are you standing there for? You know the man lies down!" I sat down on the floor and lay back. My penis was anticipating the procedure more than I was. "At least you are ready." She quickly moved to straddle me. "Lie still! Don't move!" she ordered, aligned herself, and sank onto me. She possibly was ready herself, but I was not. I felt a tearing at my penis and then it was gone. I realized I was right inside her, or perhaps it was better described as if she had engulfed me. "I told you not to move, and keep your hands to yourself!" she hissed and I lay as still as I could. She began moving up and down on me rhythmically but, remembering her order, I stuck my hands under my buttocks. In the pale golden light of the lamp I saw her body reared above me. Her skin had taken a sheen of sweat and the lamplight glinted off her body. Her full breasts bounced up and down above me I was fascinated by the dance of her areolas and nipples but she was ignoring me completely. Her rough hands occasionally brushed against my thighs. Slowly at first, I felt a pressure and a need build in my groin but she would not let me control it. She was totally indifferent to my own feelings, forcing me to serve her. But this male body ignored my mind. At last I climaxed with a cry and let my body go, convulsing and releasing into her. She gave spasms too, her legs pressing against outsides of my thighs. She gave a little indrawn hiss, and was still. For a few seconds. Abruptly she lifted herself from me, and without another word, put on her loincloth, drew her gown over her head and walked out of the door. I lay in bewilderment and mounting annoyance. I knew my function was to try to impregnate her, but there had been no gratitude in it. She had used me. I felt let down. Was that all that it was? All that a man might experience? I decided that when I became a woman again and I visited the Temple I would at least thank the man I had coupled with for his trouble. Then, as I thought about it. I wondered how it would feel to be a woman again? I was now more used to this man's body. I heard a knock at the door, I wondered if it was the woman again but it was Mena. "Phaedon, how are you?" she asked. "Did you succeed?" "Yes, I spilled into her. She waited until I was done and, lifted herself off me and left! All my training was for this? It hardly seems worth it. If children are to be made, it is certain the man gets little pleasure. The call of duty must be strong." Mena gave me some wine and we talked. "Look Phaedon, I don't think you should make any fast decisions. That woman was a bit overbearing. I have a little experience of these things. I have visited the temple four times. I think you will find that the man can have pleasure too! Let me see what I can arrange." When I returned from another run the next day, Mena had another message for me "Phaedon, you have your second customer," she laughed. "It is a woman called Cybele. She is about twenty two and has two small children. She is to be here just after sunset." Following Teson's admonitions I washed myself completely. I had perspired in my run anyway and my legs and feet were dusty from the roadways. I looked down at the dangling appendage, wondering if it could be effective again. It was slightly sore and reddish. I was intrigued by how it had changed size of its own accord. Mena had tidied my room again, and lit the scented lamp again. It cast a warm glow in the little room. I put on a clean tunic and tried to settle, but I mostly paced the floor in my room and fiddled with my hair in my nervousness. As a soldier I had worn shorter hair than most women, but Teson had suggested that it be cut shorter still. Right at the appointed time I heard a voice at the door and low talk, then light laughter between Mena and another woman. I went into our main room as Cybele was brought in. She was slim and about average height. She was pretty, like all Genorian women. Many had ancestors who had undergone the spell and the beauty it gave to any woman seemed to pass on to her descendants. Cybele's hair was very dark red and her smooth skin had a slightly olive cast, but her eyes were a sparkling gray-blue color under delicate eyebrows and long lashes. I noticed she had put some color on her lips and around her eyes. The queen made herself up, after the style of Egyptian women, and I had seen a few Genorian women also with that style. It seemed to be getting more popular but as a soldier I had dismissed the idea as too frivolous. She was wearing s simple white robe, tied at her slim waist with a dark red cord. There were two pretty bulges in the bodice of her gown, each with a small bump and I knew her nipples were erect. The sight must have excited me as almost immediately I felt a stirring in my loins. "I am Cybele." She gave a big smile and small bow. "And I am Phaedon," I said nervously, holding my hands to stop their shaking. "Yes, I know. It's you I've come to see. I think you can do something for me." Mela came up to us, a mischievous look on her face. "Have some wine," she said and she passed us two small cups. "I think you should go into your own chamber now, Phaedon," She pointed at it then quickly withdrew into her own room, leaving me alone with the woman. "Shall we start?" asked Cybele and she took my hand and led me to my room. "We should first sit down, don't you think?" she said. She gently pulled me down on my bed and leaned over to kiss me. I was taken aback, but feeling her soft lips on mine was like nothing I had ever felt before. They were warm, inviting and welcoming. Beara had not even deigned to kiss me. Cybele watched me as I gulped down my wine, but she sipped her own wine slowly, her face partly hidden by the cup, her eyes slightly lowered below her long eyelashes. I thought she was very pretty. "You aren't nervous, are you, Phaedon!" she teased. "Now's your turn to kiss me!" she suggested. I did so, again feeling that indescribable feeling. This woman 's manner was brisk, like Beara, but more tender, and she appeared to be more concerned with my own feelings. She put her arms to the back of my head to hold me and I was taken aback when her quick tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth. She took my right hand and placed it on her left breast. "Squeeze my breasts gently," she said. They were warm, full and soft. It reminded of the feeling of my own breasts, now several months gone. Her nipples were hard. "Pinch me there too," and I did so. She kicked off her sandals, undid the tie at her waist and with virtually one movement pulled her gown over her head. She was not wearing anything underneath, not even at her loins. Her breasts were full and pert, her nipples stood out proudly in her brown areoles, and at her groin was a patch of curly dark red hair. She was very attractive. I gulped and tensed. I did not know what she expected of me but before I could react she had undone my own belt and she was pulling my tunic up. I flinched but, "don't be shy!' she said and eased it from me. Her hands were at my loincloth removing it until I too was naked. I was nervous, but my penis still had a mind of its own. She looked at me, smiled, fondled my penis briefly then clasped her arms about me and pulled me back on the bed on top of her. Her hand was holding my penis and guiding it between her legs. "I thought I was supposed to lie on my back on the floor while you lowered yourself onto me, as we have been taught," I gasped. "Oh," she said airily, " we may get around to that eventually, but we have some explorations to do as a preliminary. This is your first time, is it?" "No, there was another woman yesterday. You should know too I was once a woman and a warrior, but I have never visited the Temple of Ishtar. The queen ordered me to take a spell and change into a man." "Yes, I heard, and being a warrior, you would not have any children, nor even coupled with a man. Poor you!" She shook her head and mouthed a kiss. "Oh dear, what you have missed! In that case, Phaedon, I have quite a bit of instruction for you. You have missed one wonderful part of your life. However, now that you are a man, let's see what we can do to make up for it. All the men who visited the Temple of Ishtar seemed to have an enjoyable time. They kept coming back. So, as a consolation let me help show what this part is like for a man. "So Phaedon, I will lie on my back, raise my legs and you should come between them." I did so and I was very aware of her smooth skin, then her thighs beside mine and her legs lightly folded round my back. "Now kiss me!" she ordered. My lips found her lips again and she pressed them to me eagerly. I felt her take my penis again, and press its sensitive head against something soft. "Now, Phaedon, I want you to push into me. I'm ready." There was only slight resistance and as I slid forward she gave a little gasp followed by a drawn out moan. I was in this woman, captured by her but I was immediately aware it was much better than with Beara. "Good, Phaedon. You see how easy that is. Now, I want you to move back and forward, gently at first and slowly." It was another indescribable feeling, little waves of pleasure bursting on my penis and running through my belly. She was giving small grunts then she began drawing in her breath in little gasps. "That's it, Phaedon. Now speed up and thrust harder." I did as she said but it was as if something took hold of my body, forcing me to go harder and faster. "Yes, " she grunted. "Now keep going!" I heard her beginning to breathe harder, moaning and uttering little cries. I wanted to cry out too and then I felt myself begin to climax. She clutched me and pulled me to her. I released into her with a scalding pleasure while she shuddered under me. Her legs clamped round me pulling me ever closer to her and I felt myself pumping into her as spasms took my body, matching her own. I must have been semi insensible for the next few minutes as the next I was aware was that she had released me and moved away from me so that we were lying facing each other on the bed. When I felt between my legs I discovered too that I was half deflated and had slipped out of her. She kissed me. "Well now, I think that worked out very well. That would be your second time and you still have to learn but, I tell you, I have coupled with a number of men at the temple. I suppose many were more experienced than you, but not much more satisfying. You're quite large! I like that!" She giggled. "It's very satisfying to know that I am one of your first women. I suppose it would have been nice to have been your first." "What happens now?" I asked. I wondered why she was still with me. "Why do you ask?" "If this was at the temple, I believe the woman quickly leaves the man and rests by herself. That happened yesterday. The woman left me when she was finished with me." She snorted. "Ach, these rituals! And what a silly woman! Yes, I know what is 'supposed' to happen, but the stupid priestesses have no idea and they are too preoccupied with what 'should ' be done. But I have heard of a better idea. Some of the married women of Genoria tell me about it. You see, some women just want to lie next to their men for a bit to caress each other and talk." She felt at my groin. "Yes, you are softer now but, you know, sometimes something extra, something interesting may happen later." We lay and talked a little, dozing, I told her about my life as soldier and then Queen Sideris' commands and what happened when I read out the spell, and my reactions on waking up. She told me about her two children and about her visits to the temple. For some reason I was slightly jealous that she had experienced other men. Her hand played over my body, stroking my chest and pinching my nipples slightly then slid down my belly to my groin. I was taken aback when my penis began to swell again. I thought I should do something for her and, remembering how sensitive my nipples had been before my change, I put my hand on her breasts, found her nipples and ran a finger round one of her areolas, gently over the tiny ridges and bumps. I did the same with the other and gently teased and pulled at both her nipples until she made little purring sounds. "Phaedon, I don't think you will have any worries. You will be a good lover. Now let's see. There are still many more things men and women can do to pleasure each other. I want you to stroke between my legs." The lamp had gone out and as I shifted position in the darkness I had to explore her warm body to find where she wanted. I eased my fingers down through her springy hair and to her groove and lightly stroked her. She drew in her breath then let it out slowly in a happy moan. I felt one of her hands explore me and then it was wrapped round my penis while the other tugged gently on my scrotum. "That spell of the queen's has left you well supplied," she giggled into my ear. Abruptly I felt her shift position and she got on her knees. I wondered if she was going to rise and leave me. Had I done something wrong? "I like you, Phaedon. Now I have a way I want to pleasure you. Oh yes, I will enjoy it too. A married woman I know has told me about this. But I don't think they would allow it at the temple." she said, leaning over my belly. Suddenly my penis was engulfed by something warm and moist. It was her mouth. She stroked me and sucked me and pulled gently on my scrotum. I was harder than ever, and felt I was ready to explode again but she abruptly stopped. "Another time maybe. Now let's do it as the ritual says we are supposed to, in case anyone asks." She straddled me like Beara had, facing me, but she leaned over me and kissed me. Something soft was brushing over my chest, back and forward and I felt at it. It was her ripe breasts, dangling over me. She played with me, tickling me with her hard nipples until I caught one of them in my mouth and pinched the other one. When I released her she raised her hips slightly and once more she guided me into her, sitting up on me then slowly at first, began to raise and lower herself on me. "Pinch my nipples, a little harder this time, Phaedon," she breathed. I pulled and rolled them gently. Her fingers were pinching my own nipples, my small male nipples. I wished I still had my larger female ones so she could pull them better. Faster and faster she began to move on me until I felt a rushing tension as before. Cybele began gasping and, once more, as I burst into her, she cried out. I do not remember us separating but I woke in the morning with her head on my chest. She tickled my chest. "Unfortunately, Phaedon, I now have to go back to my children. I would like to show you some other things but I have imposed enough on the other women of my table. However, I think they will be very interested in my experience. Maybe some of them will visit you too. What was your female name?" "It was Phaina." "Then, if I get pregnant, when my daughter is born I will call her Phaina. Unfortunately Phaedon, I have leave you. If I do not get pregnant you can expect a repeat visit. Maybe even if I do!" and she gave me another kiss and left me. I lay for some more minutes then decided it was time I got up. Mena's look was more concerned this time when I came out of the bedroom." You are al