I was alone on the balcony when they found me, and it was quite light. People were out and about; I wondered if anyone had seen me sleeping naked there. I sat up stiffly, and noted that I was covered in dried semen. Rudolpho brought out a robe, wrapped it around me, and brought me in. We all looked at each other in disbelief. They seemed a bit worried, but when I laughed and said, "What a night! Let's do it again!" they were relieved, and Mario suggested we go out and eat.
I gave myself a quick sponge bath -- the smell of semen was really overpowering -- and put on my dress. Then we went back to the cafe and ordered breakfast, which we ate on the patio. Hermione was waiting tables and looked at me questioningly.
"Nothing like all-night exercises to work up an appetite," I offered with a smile, which she returned. She was quite attractive, and I wondered if she had ever had a night with the boys like mine.
As we ate, Hermione went inside, I supposed for a break, and a boy, perhaps fifteen or sixteen, in a broad-brimmed hat took over her customers. He came to my table, and after staring at me longingly for several moments, produced an odd-looking plant, which he presented to me.
"For the Lady Ulyssa," he whispered, "so that she might remember."
I figured the poor kid was overcome with lust. He also didn't know much about bouquets; this thing looked more like a weed: a compact column of tiny, pale green flowers, with some more projecting from the top on purple stalks. (Our corporate botanists later identified it as Atriplex halimus). I fingered it idly as the love-struck kid disappeared back into the cafe; he spooked me, and I was relieved to see Hermione back on duty a few minutes later.
The kid's plant had an odd fragrance that made me think of garlic, and as it permeated the air I experienced a kind of rush, and soon became aware that the attention of the young studs was beginning to annoy me. Although I noticed that they were also looking a bit oddly at me, my first clue that something was happening was when Hermione came by with the food. Her attractive shape caused something to stir between my legs. Which could only mean my penis had returned! I quickly looked down and saw that my breast was much flatter than before, and hairs were clearly visible on my chest! I quickly pulled my dress over an exposed right leg now covered with coarse hair. A hand to my chin confirmed the presence of fine bristles -- and there was no mistaking the movement between my legs. Circes was nowhere to be seen. So much for his fucking magic! I had to get out of here; these guys were not going to understand this!
Cupping my hands over my crotch, I jumped up and hurried off the patio, but the guys weren't ready to let me go. I tried to protest, but my lowering voice only made things worse. By now my chest was nearly flat, and I was becoming hairier by the minute.
As I broke free and escaped into the street I heard behind me, "Hey, what the hell is going on? Ulyssa is a man!" Although I had a good lead on them, I was still able to see them pouring out of the cafe just before I turned the corner.
I had a full fledged erection that swung violently in front of me as I ran through the streets, and it was clear that I was now a man in women's clothing. I guessed that the people of San Felice Circeo hadn't had much contact with transvestites, so I expected little sympathy. My goal was my inn. If I could get into it without being seen, or at least enter my room unseen, then I might escape.
I rounded a corner and saw it! There were many surprised stares as I rushed through the lobby, but they had no time to react. I was up the stairs and down the hall to my room, which -- fortunately! -- was being cleaned. Without speaking I waved the maid away, bolted the door and closed the curtains. First the thigh-length hair had to go; I hacked it off with the scissors from my briefcase. In a panic that someone might enter, I dragged off the dress, and pulled on my street clothes. Then I wrapped the hair in the dress, tied it, and dumped it out of the second-story window. For the first time beginning to relax, I trimmed up my hair a little better (I am no barber), combed it, and collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. I was soon in a deep slumber.
Upon awaking, I thought over the preceding days. Or was it hours? I had no idea. The whole thing was really too bizarre to be true. Sure enough, when I looked in my closet I found the clothes I remembered wearing to Circe's. Even the room key was in the pocket. Maybe the whole thing had been a dream after all, or maybe the hot Italian sun had affected my thinking, or maybe someone had slipped me a drug. While ruminating on these thoughts I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. But the sight of my penis shattered my doubts. I was no longer circumcised!
The End
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