Sex had never been a big part of Morgana's life. The three occasions she had been with men and the one time with a woman had not given her much pleasure, and although she knew that sex was in some ways an acquired skill, it was one she had little interest in acquiring.
So when the prostitute gently touched the head of Morgan's penis with her tongue, he was not prepared for the ecstasy which ran through his body. He felt the need to penetrate the woman, to feel her body around the male organ that was suddenly not a ridiculous flap of flesh but the most precious thing in the world to him.
The girl quickly lay back on the bed with her legs open, and Morgan unerringly homed in on her female opening. The feeling of being inside her was the most intense he had ever had. He climaxed almost immediately, which he knew on an intellectual level wasn't the right thing to do, but that mattered not at all. "First time" he grunted.
At that moment, Morgan knew that he was always meant to be a man, and that the possibility of advancing more easily in magic was not the real reason for his change. Not that he didn't still want to use his magical talents, but at that moment he would have chosen the life of a male farm worker over that of the greatest sorceress who ever lived.
Morgan was slowly dressing himself when a loud knock sounded on the door.