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PDF version- A Genetic Shift Part 2
Edited 7/31/23, As usual the picture was made using Novel AI. The character used in this story is Iris and this is her second one (A Mysterious Lake Part 2 was the first one), Iris is also Valencia's younger twin sister (this was also stated in the Part 3 of the story mentioned above). As far as the story itself, it's written in the same format as the last one and is probably the final one of this series for now unless you all want me to do another one. This story is told from Iris's POV and it mentions Ivy a few times in the story. The format for the last two is an interesting to use though in this particular case, remembering to make sure I line up everything for part 1 and 2 was somewhat annoying though as stated I enjoyed it for the most part. Final/Important notes, the next story is an absorption and the character for it will be a new one (I'll give any extra information for the character in her story). I might use this format again in a different story though I'm currently undecided when I'll do that. I'm going to try to do the schedule I mentioned in a post a while back though I don't know exactly how well I'm going to stick to it. That's all for now, I really hope everyone's enjoying the stories I post and I hope everyone has a good rest of the week, I'll see you'll again next time. Future Sifos here, I'm so sorry for the length of this one because like with part 1 I added over 1000 words to this (2675 to 3918), this was extremely unintentional I was having a lot of fun with this adding specific details and as a result I might have added a bit too much. Regardless, I hope you'll enjoy this version of the story.
Link to part 1- A Genetic Shift Part 1 (TG, Story in Desc.)
Link to part 3- A Genetic Shift Part 3 (TG, Story in Desc)
Story-
      In general, I feel like I’m relatively happy, at least most of the time, even though I know this is unlikely to remain true forever, and this is true most of the time; however, I always remain hopeful this enjoyment will last. I will always try to stay optimistic about any situation though this ends up being somewhat complicated as I end up with a bizarre and rather unique disease,
Day 1-

          I end up at the doctor's office because of extreme pain in my chest, and I feel this pain moving throughout my entire form, and it's excruciating to feel pain all over, and hopefully, this pain will stop; however, there’s a pretty high chance something might be wrong with me. My parents tell the doctor about how I’m feeling; he appears to think for a bit about what possibly could be the condition or reason for my being in almost constant pain. The next thing he tells them causes me to become highly terrified as what he says could result in everything falling apart in my otherwise wonderful life.

    He tells them there’s a high possibility I have a genetic condition, which has been sweeping the nation for the past couple of months though he doesn’t know precisely why I developed the genetic condition; either way, there’s not much we can do to stop the condition from progressing as all cases involving the disease have always moved toward the outcome unperturbed from any medication to slow or stop the progression of the disease. All my parents can do is take me to the nearby clinic for the doctors there to take care of me and for them to monitor my progression to becoming a fully functional woman. My parents agreed to do this, and it’s decided tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to the nearby clinic for the aforementioned purposes.

Day 2-

          I wake up around seven in the morning, and while in the bathroom, I’m slightly freaked out by what I see in the mirror. My face has changed a little bit overnight; the word I would use to describe this change is: feminine. My face has started to look feminine in nature; my lips seem a bit plumper, my nose appears a bit smaller on my face, and my eyelashes appear to have extended a little bit, curving slightly while doing so. My hair and eyes have also changed a little bit, albeit barely. My hair has lengthened somewhat, and it now appears to have an orangish tint. My eyes have also shifted in color, gaining a little purple hue in them. This isn’t all either, the pressure on my chest is slightly greater than yesterday, and I wanted to know if anything changed. When I lift my shirt to feel the area, my mouth almost hits the floor, and I note anything I happen to notice about this development. They’re small currently, but it’s obvious what the area is becoming, and this terrifies me, not only because of this but also the fact I can’t prevent it from occurring and progressing to the final chapter of their growth.

          Most of the day after this is relatively uneventful, with the only major thing of note being my checking into the clinic. Apparently, a decent number of people here are experiencing similar conditions to me, which makes me slightly happy others could understand what’s happening to me, but also slightly curious about these people as far as who they’re and what else they might be going through. I wonder a little about who I could potentially meet here, and I hope everything will go smoothly in the near future.

Day 3-

          I wake up around noon, and I first check out if anything about my body has changed. My hair is even longer than it was yesterday, it reaches my shoulders now, and its color has shifted even more toward an orange color. I feel my face, it’s extremely soft, and it seems any blemishes my skin once had are now gone. I look down at my hands and notice they have shrunk down a little bit, looking a bit more feminine and fragile compared to yesterday. I then feel my chest to see if it has changed as well, and I find the area has expanded a little bit though not too much; however, I am still a little scared for the inevitable future change to this area. It also doesn’t help my fearful feeling; I still feel a decent amount of pressure beneath my small mounds telling me this time is coming sooner rather than later.

    I don’t realize exactly how close it’s for my check-up to begin, and as I finish checking myself for changes, my doctor comes into my room. We have a short conversation about any changes I have noticed on my body and any concerns I currently have about my current situation. He then grabs a blood sample from me to check my hormone levels; there’s a leading theory in a few scientific circles hormones have a direct impact on the transformation, especially as the transformation progresses and the level of the feminine hormones in your blood increases; however, outside this pattern, not much evidence has been found to support this theory. I find this conversation relatively pleasant; it gives me a lovely feeling, given I haven’t been talking to many people, and I enjoy the social interaction. I also hope to continue to have these conversations with my doctor, and I feel somewhat excited for tomorrow.

Day 4-

          I wake up around the same time as yesterday, and I do roughly the same thing as yesterday as well. I notice my hair has grown again, this time ending up around the middle of my back. The orange color is also stronger and more vibrant than before; this change appears to be reaching its conclusion sometime soon though only time will tell if this is true, given the color’s progression and its current length. I then check under my shirt once again, and to my chagrin, my chest has expanded a little more; my chest is obviously forming breasts, and they are probably not finished growing in the slightest as the pressure in the area is even higher than even yesterday, and I’m also beginning to feel a little pain as the pressure continues to build. I also notice my voice has changed drastically; it’s now extremely feminine in pitch with a hint of childishness, and I note this change is most likely complete. I shudder at the changes I have noticed today, knowing there’s not much I can do about it but wait for the changes to progress.

    During my usual check-up, I also hear from my doctor during our little conversations; my transformation is progressing as expected though the pressure I’m feeling on my chest is somewhat strange as usually, the chest starts forming breasts after the frame has changed, and currently, my frame hasn’t changed at all. However, this can be explained as there’s quite a bit of variability within the cases involving my condition as even with the final result being essentially the same, the path to get there can be a bit different from person to person even so the fact my breasts are forming first is a bit concerning; however, a small part of me is partially excited for the future changes.

Day 5-

          Overnight, while I was sleeping, the pressure I had been feeling this entire time suddenly stopped without warning. Even after feeling the pressure vanish, I continued to sleep, not really caring about it, knowing I was going to check out any changes in the morning. When I wake up, sometime around late morning, I immediately feel a decent amount of pain all over the middle part of my body; this tells me something did indeed happen overnight, and I nervously decide to check out what has occurred; however, I get the feeling I already know given the weird large amount of weight on my chest.

    When I look down to inspect my body, I see my vision is obscured by my new curvaceous breasts, which grew to a massive size overnight; however, as stated previously, my doctor and I had a pretty decent idea this was going to happen soon so this result was expected. They’re much larger than I would expect them to be by this time, given their slow and extremely little growth over the last few days. They also caused me a decent amount of back pain as a direct consequence of their size; why do breasts have to be so heavy? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this, I think to myself, rather annoyed. Though even with their weight causing me some pain, part of me is somewhat prideful about my new feminine curves.

    This, however, isn’t the only change which occurred overnight; my frame changed shape rather noticeably as well. My waist appears smaller, as if it were crushed by something into the aforementioned smaller shaper. My hips appear larger, and my stomach is noticeably flatter compared to yesterday, presumably with my chest absorbing a decent amount of fat from the area. The effect of these changes is me having a decently shaped hourglass figure most women have and one which brings a decent amount of emphasis to my newly formed mounds. I then, to deal with the back pain caused by my chest, decide to give my older twin sister a text to ask if I could borrow some underwear for the time being; this surprisingly goes well, with me receiving a response not too long after saying she would be here sometime in the afternoon.

    Apparently, my sister has been made aware of my situation, which is not surprising to me as her knowledge of the current situation and her living nearby will help if anything happens to me or if I need help with something. On the topic of my sister, she and I are fraternal twins. When we were younger, we did almost everything together, at least until a year ago when she moved out for personal reasons. It’s odd not having her home with us though hearing from her now is nice, and being able to talk to her on a decent basis potentially is wonderful. I note it seems like I’m turning into almost an exact copy of her with the exception of my eye color, which is becoming a deep purple instead of her light yellow.

          Later in the afternoon, she shows herself in my room with a bunch of different types of clothing for me to wear. I think to myself, she’s giving me more than what I had asked for, but it might be useful later when my body is completely changed. As if she’s reading my mind, she says, “All the extra clothing is for later when the transformation is complete; you can thank me later.”

    We talk a bit more for a little bit before she says, “I have a decent bit to do at the apartment, so I have to leave.” She gets up to leave, but before she goes to the door, she hugs me and says, “I’ll come here again sometime soon.” Afterward, she leaves for the day; I’m happy she not only agreed to come, but also, she seems to be doing okay, and this is what matters.

    The rest of day five is uneventful, with the usual check-up going smoothly, though while I’m walking around, I see a new patient in a room not too far from my own. He seems nice, and his progression seems to be moving somewhat slowly, with the only noticeable changes in his form being his face, hair, and part of his upper body. We talk for about a couple hours before I end up leaving to return to my room; I think to myself, I feel I made a new friend today; I’ll be back tomorrow; I suppose maybe I’ll have a new friend to talk to.

Day 7-

          My body has changed once again overnight, this time mostly on my lower body. My butt and thighs appear slightly larger; this seems to have affected my stomach, as it has become slightly flatter, with the majority of the remaining fat within it probably has begun to flow out of it down to my lower body with the fat which wasn’t used for my hips or bosom being used. It seems like my lower body is going to change somewhat slowly, as my chest did not too long ago. After this body checking is complete, I notice there’s still a bit of time before my check-up, and as a result, I leave my room to go down to my new friend’s room to talk with him a bit more as he’s an interesting person.

    When I reach his room, he greets me as he did yesterday, and this starts our conversation. We end up talking for about thirty minutes until his doctor arrives to do the usual checkup and blood collection. He looks at me for about a minute, presumably to see how my changes have progressed, given his seemingly innate curiosity for the condition his patient and I have based on what I’ve heard through the grapevine, so to speak. After he finishes looking at me, he asks me to leave; this is good timing, given I have a checkup in about ten minutes and with my doctor being right outside the room, presumably after hearing I had come to this room from another doctor. Before I leave, I tell my friend, “I’ll be back later.”

          When we reach my room, the check-up begins as it would normally. My checkup goes as smoothly as they normally do; my doctor and I talk for a little bit as usual about the progression of my condition and the usual concerns. Before he leaves, he takes some of my blood and says he’ll see me tomorrow as usual at the regular time. I want to tell him fully about how I feel with not only the pride I had felt after my breasts had formed but also how I feel something else within me has begun to change as I have begun to notice my mannerisms have begun to be a bit more feminine than I would like as if my body has begun to fully and entirely reject the masculinity of my current or old self in exchange for a more feminine one more suited for the person I’m in the process of becoming; however, I feel hesitant to tell him this as I feel somewhat scared of his response to this even with the possibility this fear is unfounded. I then look at the clock after he leaves, and I wonder what I’m going to do with the rest of the day, with me essentially being free for the rest of it, though as I start to think about this, my twin sister walks into the room. “Hello, how are you feeling?” She asks.

    I think for a bit before saying, “I feel as well I could at the moment given my circumstances, sis.”

    After saying this, she proceeds to ask a few more questions, and she also helps me get used to some of the clothing she gave me yesterday, which was a big help though part of the clothing don’t exactly fit me at the moment with my lower half still being unchanged. One of the main questions she asks is how long I think I’m going to remain here or, in other words, how much longer I think my transformation has until it’s complete. The only time frame I feel like I have is roughly three days at most and two at the least; either way, it won’t be long until it’s complete. I tell her, “I feel terrified at the moment; I have no idea what will happen to me by the end of this; I feel like I’m losing myself to this new feminine appearance. I then continue saying, “I’m scared of losing myself and never being myself ever again.”

    She embraces me before saying, “Everything will be all right, Mom, Dad, and I will always be here to support you even in your new self; I’ll see if I stay with you guys for a couple of weeks for me to support you and help you get used to your feminine self.”

    We continue to converse for a while longer until she leaves around six in the afternoon; she says she’ll be here in a couple of days though she doesn’t know this for sure, depending on her class work. Regardless she hopes I have a good rest of my day and a good night’s rest. She leaves a couple of books for me to read in case I have nothing to do; I think she knows me well, as usual.

Day 8 –

          Day eight starts the same as the last seven did, I check my body to see what has changed, and to my continued chagrin, my lower body changed even further overnight. My thighs have become plumper and even softer to the touch, though it appears this change isn’t complete and will continue to change. These changes are the same for my butt, with it also appearing plumper and feeling soft; it appears like they’re progressing slowly though the pressure from before is quite strong.

    As I’m inspecting my form, my doctor walks in; I think he’s earlier than usual though this isn’t surprising given my current progress. The check-up goes like it normally does, which is good; he seems to have a similar guess to me as far as the time frame for my changes. He believes I only have around two days left until the changes are complete; he also says I should prepare for the worst in case anything else happens. I want to tell him about what I told my sister yesterday, but I still feel hesitant to do so even with the feelings I told increasing a little bit as I feel my mannerisms becoming increasingly feminine.

          After my check-up, I go to my friend’s room to talk as usual. When I reach the room, I note his changes progressed faster than expected given what he looked like yesterday; his chest exploded overnight, with him gaining decently sized breasts. He complains about his lower back pain; I tell him I’ll ask my sister for more clothing, assuming she’s willing to give more though I probably have a few extras I can give; this should work given we have a similar cup size. His doctor walks into the room not too long after this; I expect him to ask me to leave though he allows me to stay as my friends request me to stay with him during the check-up.

    I listen to their conversation, and it’s interesting; they do what I normally do with my doctor every morning. His check-up lasts for a little longer than mine usually does, this morning with the doctor collecting a blood sample like normal. He leaves not too long after this, leaving us to talk with each other for a least a little bit. This leaves day eight with an enjoyable touch, especially after finding out we go to the same school; at least I’ll have a friend in class after all of this is over.

Day 9-

          The pressure from before got even stronger during my sleep until, like before, it vanished, leaving me with some pain which also quickly subsided; this left me with a peaceful slumber. In the morning, I wake up feeling decently strange though I can’t put my finger on why this is until I realize something is missing and my body changed once again though it appears to have moved extremely quickly to its completion. My thighs and butt quickly finished their expansion overnight; the adjectives used to describe them yesterday fit even more now compared to yesterday. My butt is now even larger compared to yesterday, becoming a soft cushion and peach-shaped in the process, giving me a decently sized soft cushion to sit on. My thighs have bloated into lovely and curvaceous proportions, appearing and feeling extremely soft. I feel strange about this, given I ended up with the proportions of a model, given how curvaceous the rest of my body is as well, and this does make me feel some pride in how feminine I am. This does scare me a bit as, once again; I feel like I’m losing myself to the changes in my body.

    After I note these changes to my butt and thighs, I notice the next few changes, which somewhat surprise me. As it appears, the rest of my form has changed completely overnight, much faster than my doctor and I expected, given the progress of my other changes. My legs slimmed down, becoming smooth and hairless. My feet shrunk down, becoming small and fragile, looking like my hands did a while ago. The final change happens to be my sex; I notice it’s completely different from the usual one, with the female equivalent taking the place of it. This explains the vanishing pain I felt overnight though this makes me wonder, why did all of the changes suddenly finish? I think to myself.

          After I finish my thought, I call my doctor into the room to let him know what had happened overnight. He seems somewhat surprised by what I tell him though he also seems to expect this as, apparently, the feminine hormones in my blood had been rapidly reaching the levels of what they should be in an average female. He then tells a nearby doctor in the hallway to call my parents to let them know I’m going to be discharged today, given the changes have body have been completed, and I should message or call anyone else in my family to let them know what has occurred. Before he leaves, he collects one final blood sample and says he will send a letter of sorts to my family to let them know any other information he finds within the blood samples.

          After he leaves, I get ready to leave as my parents should be here within the hour. While I do so, I think to myself; I guess I’ll probably need a new name, given my old one wouldn’t suit my new form. I guess Iris should work, given what I know about the flower, and my name is similar to my sister’s. When I finish getting fully ready to leave, I inspect my form one more time. The clothing I chose from what my sister gave me worked well; I chose to wear an orange shirt, blue jeans, and orange shoes. For some reason, I feel a decent amount of pride in my current feminine appearance with how my current clothing shows off my feminine curves relatively well. When this is done, I leave the room, heading down to the entrance to wait for my parents.

          Life hasn’t panned out exactly as I expected it to, especially after my little genetic shift over the last nine days though at least I can be happy knowing I’ll see my friend again soon and I’ll have the support of my family as I get used to the body I now have.

Description
Picture Link- www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/1072…
PDF version- A Genetic Shift Part 2
Edited 7/31/23, As usual the picture was made using Novel AI. The character used in this story is Iris and this is her second one (A Mysterious Lake Part 2 was the first one), Iris is also Valencia's younger twin sister (this was also stated in the Part 3 of the story mentioned above). As far as the story itself, it's written in the same format as the last one and is probably the final one of this series for now unless you all want me to do another one. This story is told from Iris's POV and it mentions Ivy a few times in the story. The format for the last two is an interesting to use though in this particular case, remembering to make sure I line up everything for part 1 and 2 was somewhat annoying though as stated I enjoyed it for the most part. Final/Important notes, the next story is an absorption and the character for it will be a new one (I'll give any extra information for the character in her story). I might use this format again in a different story though I'm currently undecided when I'll do that. I'm going to try to do the schedule I mentioned in a post a while back though I don't know exactly how well I'm going to stick to it. That's all for now, I really hope everyone's enjoying the stories I post and I hope everyone has a good rest of the week, I'll see you'll again next time. Future Sifos here, I'm so sorry for the length of this one because like with part 1 I added over 1000 words to this (2675 to 3918), this was extremely unintentional I was having a lot of fun with this adding specific details and as a result I might have added a bit too much. Regardless, I hope you'll enjoy this version of the story.
Link to part 1- A Genetic Shift Part 1 (TG, Story in Desc.)
Link to part 3- A Genetic Shift Part 3 (TG, Story in Desc)
Story-
      In general, I feel like I’m relatively happy, at least most of the time, even though I know this is unlikely to remain true forever, and this is true most of the time; however, I always remain hopeful this enjoyment will last. I will always try to stay optimistic about any situation though this ends up being somewhat complicated as I end up with a bizarre and rather unique disease,
Day 1-

          I end up at the doctor's office because of extreme pain in my chest, and I feel this pain moving throughout my entire form, and it's excruciating to feel pain all over, and hopefully, this pain will stop; however, there’s a pretty high chance something might be wrong with me. My parents tell the doctor about how I’m feeling; he appears to think for a bit about what possibly could be the condition or reason for my being in almost constant pain. The next thing he tells them causes me to become highly terrified as what he says could result in everything falling apart in my otherwise wonderful life.

    He tells them there’s a high possibility I have a genetic condition, which has been sweeping the nation for the past couple of months though he doesn’t know precisely why I developed the genetic condition; either way, there’s not much we can do to stop the condition from progressing as all cases involving the disease have always moved toward the outcome unperturbed from any medication to slow or stop the progression of the disease. All my parents can do is take me to the nearby clinic for the doctors there to take care of me and for them to monitor my progression to becoming a fully functional woman. My parents agreed to do this, and it’s decided tomorrow, I’ll be admitted to the nearby clinic for the aforementioned purposes.

Day 2-

          I wake up around seven in the morning, and while in the bathroom, I’m slightly freaked out by what I see in the mirror. My face has changed a little bit overnight; the word I would use to describe this change is: feminine. My face has started to look feminine in nature; my lips seem a bit plumper, my nose appears a bit smaller on my face, and my eyelashes appear to have extended a little bit, curving slightly while doing so. My hair and eyes have also changed a little bit, albeit barely. My hair has lengthened somewhat, and it now appears to have an orangish tint. My eyes have also shifted in color, gaining a little purple hue in them. This isn’t all either, the pressure on my chest is slightly greater than yesterday, and I wanted to know if anything changed. When I lift my shirt to feel the area, my mouth almost hits the floor, and I note anything I happen to notice about this development. They’re small currently, but it’s obvious what the area is becoming, and this terrifies me, not only because of this but also the fact I can’t prevent it from occurring and progressing to the final chapter of their growth.

          Most of the day after this is relatively uneventful, with the only major thing of note being my checking into the clinic. Apparently, a decent number of people here are experiencing similar conditions to me, which makes me slightly happy others could understand what’s happening to me, but also slightly curious about these people as far as who they’re and what else they might be going through. I wonder a little about who I could potentially meet here, and I hope everything will go smoothly in the near future.

Day 3-

          I wake up around noon, and I first check out if anything about my body has changed. My hair is even longer than it was yesterday, it reaches my shoulders now, and its color has shifted even more toward an orange color. I feel my face, it’s extremely soft, and it seems any blemishes my skin once had are now gone. I look down at my hands and notice they have shrunk down a little bit, looking a bit more feminine and fragile compared to yesterday. I then feel my chest to see if it has changed as well, and I find the area has expanded a little bit though not too much; however, I am still a little scared for the inevitable future change to this area. It also doesn’t help my fearful feeling; I still feel a decent amount of pressure beneath my small mounds telling me this time is coming sooner rather than later.

    I don’t realize exactly how close it’s for my check-up to begin, and as I finish checking myself for changes, my doctor comes into my room. We have a short conversation about any changes I have noticed on my body and any concerns I currently have about my current situation. He then grabs a blood sample from me to check my hormone levels; there’s a leading theory in a few scientific circles hormones have a direct impact on the transformation, especially as the transformation progresses and the level of the feminine hormones in your blood increases; however, outside this pattern, not much evidence has been found to support this theory. I find this conversation relatively pleasant; it gives me a lovely feeling, given I haven’t been talking to many people, and I enjoy the social interaction. I also hope to continue to have these conversations with my doctor, and I feel somewhat excited for tomorrow.

Day 4-

          I wake up around the same time as yesterday, and I do roughly the same thing as yesterday as well. I notice my hair has grown again, this time ending up around the middle of my back. The orange color is also stronger and more vibrant than before; this change appears to be reaching its conclusion sometime soon though only time will tell if this is true, given the color’s progression and its current length. I then check under my shirt once again, and to my chagrin, my chest has expanded a little more; my chest is obviously forming breasts, and they are probably not finished growing in the slightest as the pressure in the area is even higher than even yesterday, and I’m also beginning to feel a little pain as the pressure continues to build. I also notice my voice has changed drastically; it’s now extremely feminine in pitch with a hint of childishness, and I note this change is most likely complete. I shudder at the changes I have noticed today, knowing there’s not much I can do about it but wait for the changes to progress.

    During my usual check-up, I also hear from my doctor during our little conversations; my transformation is progressing as expected though the pressure I’m feeling on my chest is somewhat strange as usually, the chest starts forming breasts after the frame has changed, and currently, my frame hasn’t changed at all. However, this can be explained as there’s quite a bit of variability within the cases involving my condition as even with the final result being essentially the same, the path to get there can be a bit different from person to person even so the fact my breasts are forming first is a bit concerning; however, a small part of me is partially excited for the future changes.

Day 5-

          Overnight, while I was sleeping, the pressure I had been feeling this entire time suddenly stopped without warning. Even after feeling the pressure vanish, I continued to sleep, not really caring about it, knowing I was going to check out any changes in the morning. When I wake up, sometime around late morning, I immediately feel a decent amount of pain all over the middle part of my body; this tells me something did indeed happen overnight, and I nervously decide to check out what has occurred; however, I get the feeling I already know given the weird large amount of weight on my chest.

    When I look down to inspect my body, I see my vision is obscured by my new curvaceous breasts, which grew to a massive size overnight; however, as stated previously, my doctor and I had a pretty decent idea this was going to happen soon so this result was expected. They’re much larger than I would expect them to be by this time, given their slow and extremely little growth over the last few days. They also caused me a decent amount of back pain as a direct consequence of their size; why do breasts have to be so heavy? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this, I think to myself, rather annoyed. Though even with their weight causing me some pain, part of me is somewhat prideful about my new feminine curves.

    This, however, isn’t the only change which occurred overnight; my frame changed shape rather noticeably as well. My waist appears smaller, as if it were crushed by something into the aforementioned smaller shaper. My hips appear larger, and my stomach is noticeably flatter compared to yesterday, presumably with my chest absorbing a decent amount of fat from the area. The effect of these changes is me having a decently shaped hourglass figure most women have and one which brings a decent amount of emphasis to my newly formed mounds. I then, to deal with the back pain caused by my chest, decide to give my older twin sister a text to ask if I could borrow some underwear for the time being; this surprisingly goes well, with me receiving a response not too long after saying she would be here sometime in the afternoon.

    Apparently, my sister has been made aware of my situation, which is not surprising to me as her knowledge of the current situation and her living nearby will help if anything happens to me or if I need help with something. On the topic of my sister, she and I are fraternal twins. When we were younger, we did almost everything together, at least until a year ago when she moved out for personal reasons. It’s odd not having her home with us though hearing from her now is nice, and being able to talk to her on a decent basis potentially is wonderful. I note it seems like I’m turning into almost an exact copy of her with the exception of my eye color, which is becoming a deep purple instead of her light yellow.

          Later in the afternoon, she shows herself in my room with a bunch of different types of clothing for me to wear. I think to myself, she’s giving me more than what I had asked for, but it might be useful later when my body is completely changed. As if she’s reading my mind, she says, “All the extra clothing is for later when the transformation is complete; you can thank me later.”

    We talk a bit more for a little bit before she says, “I have a decent bit to do at the apartment, so I have to leave.” She gets up to leave, but before she goes to the door, she hugs me and says, “I’ll come here again sometime soon.” Afterward, she leaves for the day; I’m happy she not only agreed to come, but also, she seems to be doing okay, and this is what matters.

    The rest of day five is uneventful, with the usual check-up going smoothly, though while I’m walking around, I see a new patient in a room not too far from my own. He seems nice, and his progression seems to be moving somewhat slowly, with the only noticeable changes in his form being his face, hair, and part of his upper body. We talk for about a couple hours before I end up leaving to return to my room; I think to myself, I feel I made a new friend today; I’ll be back tomorrow; I suppose maybe I’ll have a new friend to talk to.

Day 7-

          My body has changed once again overnight, this time mostly on my lower body. My butt and thighs appear slightly larger; this seems to have affected my stomach, as it has become slightly flatter, with the majority of the remaining fat within it probably has begun to flow out of it down to my lower body with the fat which wasn’t used for my hips or bosom being used. It seems like my lower body is going to change somewhat slowly, as my chest did not too long ago. After this body checking is complete, I notice there’s still a bit of time before my check-up, and as a result, I leave my room to go down to my new friend’s room to talk with him a bit more as he’s an interesting person.

    When I reach his room, he greets me as he did yesterday, and this starts our conversation. We end up talking for about thirty minutes until his doctor arrives to do the usual checkup and blood collection. He looks at me for about a minute, presumably to see how my changes have progressed, given his seemingly innate curiosity for the condition his patient and I have based on what I’ve heard through the grapevine, so to speak. After he finishes looking at me, he asks me to leave; this is good timing, given I have a checkup in about ten minutes and with my doctor being right outside the room, presumably after hearing I had come to this room from another doctor. Before I leave, I tell my friend, “I’ll be back later.”

          When we reach my room, the check-up begins as it would normally. My checkup goes as smoothly as they normally do; my doctor and I talk for a little bit as usual about the progression of my condition and the usual concerns. Before he leaves, he takes some of my blood and says he’ll see me tomorrow as usual at the regular time. I want to tell him fully about how I feel with not only the pride I had felt after my breasts had formed but also how I feel something else within me has begun to change as I have begun to notice my mannerisms have begun to be a bit more feminine than I would like as if my body has begun to fully and entirely reject the masculinity of my current or old self in exchange for a more feminine one more suited for the person I’m in the process of becoming; however, I feel hesitant to tell him this as I feel somewhat scared of his response to this even with the possibility this fear is unfounded. I then look at the clock after he leaves, and I wonder what I’m going to do with the rest of the day, with me essentially being free for the rest of it, though as I start to think about this, my twin sister walks into the room. “Hello, how are you feeling?” She asks.

    I think for a bit before saying, “I feel as well I could at the moment given my circumstances, sis.”

    After saying this, she proceeds to ask a few more questions, and she also helps me get used to some of the clothing she gave me yesterday, which was a big help though part of the clothing don’t exactly fit me at the moment with my lower half still being unchanged. One of the main questions she asks is how long I think I’m going to remain here or, in other words, how much longer I think my transformation has until it’s complete. The only time frame I feel like I have is roughly three days at most and two at the least; either way, it won’t be long until it’s complete. I tell her, “I feel terrified at the moment; I have no idea what will happen to me by the end of this; I feel like I’m losing myself to this new feminine appearance. I then continue saying, “I’m scared of losing myself and never being myself ever again.”

    She embraces me before saying, “Everything will be all right, Mom, Dad, and I will always be here to support you even in your new self; I’ll see if I stay with you guys for a couple of weeks for me to support you and help you get used to your feminine self.”

    We continue to converse for a while longer until she leaves around six in the afternoon; she says she’ll be here in a couple of days though she doesn’t know this for sure, depending on her class work. Regardless she hopes I have a good rest of my day and a good night’s rest. She leaves a couple of books for me to read in case I have nothing to do; I think she knows me well, as usual.

Day 8 –

          Day eight starts the same as the last seven did, I check my body to see what has changed, and to my continued chagrin, my lower body changed even further overnight. My thighs have become plumper and even softer to the touch, though it appears this change isn’t complete and will continue to change. These changes are the same for my butt, with it also appearing plumper and feeling soft; it appears like they’re progressing slowly though the pressure from before is quite strong.

    As I’m inspecting my form, my doctor walks in; I think he’s earlier than usual though this isn’t surprising given my current progress. The check-up goes like it normally does, which is good; he seems to have a similar guess to me as far as the time frame for my changes. He believes I only have around two days left until the changes are complete; he also says I should prepare for the worst in case anything else happens. I want to tell him about what I told my sister yesterday, but I still feel hesitant to do so even with the feelings I told increasing a little bit as I feel my mannerisms becoming increasingly feminine.

          After my check-up, I go to my friend’s room to talk as usual. When I reach the room, I note his changes progressed faster than expected given what he looked like yesterday; his chest exploded overnight, with him gaining decently sized breasts. He complains about his lower back pain; I tell him I’ll ask my sister for more clothing, assuming she’s willing to give more though I probably have a few extras I can give; this should work given we have a similar cup size. His doctor walks into the room not too long after this; I expect him to ask me to leave though he allows me to stay as my friends request me to stay with him during the check-up.

    I listen to their conversation, and it’s interesting; they do what I normally do with my doctor every morning. His check-up lasts for a little longer than mine usually does, this morning with the doctor collecting a blood sample like normal. He leaves not too long after this, leaving us to talk with each other for a least a little bit. This leaves day eight with an enjoyable touch, especially after finding out we go to the same school; at least I’ll have a friend in class after all of this is over.

Day 9-

          The pressure from before got even stronger during my sleep until, like before, it vanished, leaving me with some pain which also quickly subsided; this left me with a peaceful slumber. In the morning, I wake up feeling decently strange though I can’t put my finger on why this is until I realize something is missing and my body changed once again though it appears to have moved extremely quickly to its completion. My thighs and butt quickly finished their expansion overnight; the adjectives used to describe them yesterday fit even more now compared to yesterday. My butt is now even larger compared to yesterday, becoming a soft cushion and peach-shaped in the process, giving me a decently sized soft cushion to sit on. My thighs have bloated into lovely and curvaceous proportions, appearing and feeling extremely soft. I feel strange about this, given I ended up with the proportions of a model, given how curvaceous the rest of my body is as well, and this does make me feel some pride in how feminine I am. This does scare me a bit as, once again; I feel like I’m losing myself to the changes in my body.

    After I note these changes to my butt and thighs, I notice the next few changes, which somewhat surprise me. As it appears, the rest of my form has changed completely overnight, much faster than my doctor and I expected, given the progress of my other changes. My legs slimmed down, becoming smooth and hairless. My feet shrunk down, becoming small and fragile, looking like my hands did a while ago. The final change happens to be my sex; I notice it’s completely different from the usual one, with the female equivalent taking the place of it. This explains the vanishing pain I felt overnight though this makes me wonder, why did all of the changes suddenly finish? I think to myself.

          After I finish my thought, I call my doctor into the room to let him know what had happened overnight. He seems somewhat surprised by what I tell him though he also seems to expect this as, apparently, the feminine hormones in my blood had been rapidly reaching the levels of what they should be in an average female. He then tells a nearby doctor in the hallway to call my parents to let them know I’m going to be discharged today, given the changes have body have been completed, and I should message or call anyone else in my family to let them know what has occurred. Before he leaves, he collects one final blood sample and says he will send a letter of sorts to my family to let them know any other information he finds within the blood samples.

          After he leaves, I get ready to leave as my parents should be here within the hour. While I do so, I think to myself; I guess I’ll probably need a new name, given my old one wouldn’t suit my new form. I guess Iris should work, given what I know about the flower, and my name is similar to my sister’s. When I finish getting fully ready to leave, I inspect my form one more time. The clothing I chose from what my sister gave me worked well; I chose to wear an orange shirt, blue jeans, and orange shoes. For some reason, I feel a decent amount of pride in my current feminine appearance with how my current clothing shows off my feminine curves relatively well. When this is done, I leave the room, heading down to the entrance to wait for my parents.

          Life hasn’t panned out exactly as I expected it to, especially after my little genetic shift over the last nine days though at least I can be happy knowing I’ll see my friend again soon and I’ll have the support of my family as I get used to the body I now have.