“How can I live like this? I’m a pirate not a wench” you said to the Captain as you walked away from the gypsies store.
“Nay Isaac you are a wench and fine wench I must say”
“I cannot deny what fates have befallen me but what am I to do? I know not how to be a wench. All I know is a life on the seas”
“All I can think is to take you to my sister. She knows about being a woman. Mayhaps you can join her stable. She is always ready to employ new flesh” You knew all about the Captains sister and her stock of nubile young wenches. Often when you were in harbour it was a place to spend your ill-gotten gains. “Let’s go there now and she might find you something more befitting of a lass to wear”
You did not want to join Madam Astoria’s stable of whores but at the same time you did not want to be left on the street as you were, in your new strange body which clearly did need better fitting clothes. Your trousers were too long but tight across your behind. You were also very aware as how your breasts wobbled with every step you took.
Initially you paused but as the Captain proceeded down the hill towards the whorehouse you found yourself tripping in your too big clothes as you hurried to catch up.