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(MtF, FtM TG)

“And then, he actually asked me out!” Paris laughed, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. She took another healthy sip of her wine, followed by a distinctly unhealthy gulp. “I mean, I know that I’m the hottest thing in class, but you think that people would realize something’s out of their reach.”
Isabelle jolted as Paris nearly spilled some of her Sauvignon Rouge, then settled back into her seat with a relieved sigh. “Yeah, right?” She chuckled. “Real quick, you mind not being so cavalier with that? It’s my house and all.”
“Oh, my bad,” Paris mumbled a half-hearted apology, before taking a full-hearted swig. She let out a crisp sigh of satisfaction, before crinkling her nose. “But seriously, you get me, right? I’m not being a jerk or anything?”
“No, never!” Christine held up her hands in a placating fashion.
Molly took another approach, snickering over the rim of her own glass. “I mean, kinda. But I think it’s excused, given the circumstances.”
“Listen,” Paris looked to her friends seriously, “there’s no way ‘Neverlaid’ Alex is so much as going to fantasize about me, let alone think about asking me out. I had to nip that in the bud, because while some of you might be able to handle hopeless crushes like this, I definitely can’t. I’d just feel… I mean, not guilty, but… It’s like when you see a puppy that wants food, but you don’t want to teach it bad habits?”
“A puppy? Really?” Molly chuckled. “I bet he wishes he was one. Maybe then he’d get some attention from you.”
“I dunno, he’s definitely a dog with a bone,” Isabelle mused, looking to Paris with a teasing grin. “Might want to watch out, you never know what he’ll do.”
xXx
Alex stormed back into his room, tears stinging at his eyes. There was something about the privacy of his own dorm that made it easier to let out his emotions, and he hiccupped quietly. “She didn’t need to be so rude about it.”
He picked up the nearest controller, booting his console and slumping into the nearest chair-like object. Unfortunately, it happened to be a blanket draped over a cardboard box, and he fell through it with an indignant yelp. In a way, it was the final straw in a bad day.
“I can’t do anything right,” he choked on the words as he said them, tossing his controller gently on his bed. “Year from graduation, and I’m still just… Me.”
No motivation to game, no date for the night… There was only one thing left to do. Netflix. Of course, not even that could go right. Apparently his subscription had run up, because he was kicked back to the main menu.
Unlike his love life; however, this was something he could fix. The young man slipped open his wallet, reaching for his credit card only to blink at the feeling of something falling in his lap.
It was a coin, and a weird one at that. He vaguely remembered picking it up at lunch, but at the same time, he didn’t remember it looking so arcane. “Maybe you’re magic, huh?” He asked the coin, realizing how foolish he looked. Nonetheless, in for a penny, in for a pound… “Well, if you are: I wish I wasn’t a virgin anymore.”
xXx
Paris leaned down, tugging her ankle boots well over her slender feet. Her fingers trailed against the soft curve of leather, and she let a smile grace her features. A bit more drinking and a bit more venting had left her feeling cocky, and she didn’t care who knew it.
She allowed herself a moment’s more relaxation, draping her jacket across her lap with a smirk. “You know, even if I need to put up with creeps like Alex, it’s good to be hot,” she said, eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Cocky, much?” Laughed Isabelle, a twinkle in her eyes to match her BFF’s. She bent over to slip on her own heels, and Paris couldn’t help but notice how the motion lifted the blonde’s skirt.
A cold sweat dewed along Paris’s back, a strange sensation coursing through herself. Her pulse felt louder in her ears, and she stiffened. Her lips felt too dry, and she licked them in a vain attempt to quell their parched sensation. Her plump thighs pressed against one another, and her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took.
“Y-yeah, a skank,” Paris chuckled nervously. Something between her legs ached, and she pressed her jacket a bit tighter to her groin. The pressure felt good, and she let out a quiet gasp.
It wasn’t quiet enough. Amanda looked up from her phone, and a smile graced the redhead’s lips. “Whoa, something’s got you all riled up. What’s up?”
Paris couldn’t answer. She didn’t know what was ‘up’, but she had a feeling something was rising. Her clit ached with a primal need, a pulsing coursing along her every nerve. Deep in her womb, something clenched, and she tensed further.
“I… I might need to sit tonight out, on second thought. I don’t feel so hot.” By some supreme force of effort, Paris managed to keep her distress from her features.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t keep Erica and Molly from each grabbing one of her arms, hauling her from her seat.
“Up and at ‘em!”
“Come on, some partying will make you feel better!”
Paris’s legs felt weak beneath her. With a cry that wasn’t entirely born of panic, she fell from her friends’ hands onto all fours. Her ample chest hiked with every feverish breath, and her eyes unfocussed. “There’s… Something wrong…” She panted.
Something was pressing out from her vaginal lips, and there was a strange ache in her clit. Her short dress rode up, revealing that her thong and ass were perfectly visible through her tights. It took her a long, nightmarish second to realize that the two things were related: something was stretching her tights from the front.
It felt like her clit was half a foot long, and growing more with each passing second. A sharp pain trailed from its tip to her crotch, as though a canal was being drilled deep within her. At the same time, it was horribly stiff and begged to be touched; to be held.
“Hey, are you okay?” Molly asked, blissfully ignorant of what was happening to her friend.
Erica leaned down too, “I’m a med student, you know. I can help, if there’s something wrong.”
Paris sent a look down towards her groin, whimpering aloud at the sight of a bulge that was both familiar and horrifying for the same reason: she was used to seeing it on a male figure. It throbbed once, then twice, then a third time. Each twitch made her abdomen ache more and more, until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Fuck!” She cried out, letting out a mix of an anguished sob and a contented moan.
Isabelle was at her side in an instant, a panicked look on her face. “Come on, we want to help, you just have to let-”
A loud, wet squelch interrupted the girl. The pressure in Paris’s groin immeditately relived itself as something gushed from the tip of her stretched clitoris. Her panties were soaked through in an instant, and the strange liquid dripped past her thighs. Inwardly, she wondered if anyone else could sympathize with what she was going through.
xXx
Alex fell back onto his bed, groaning and cupping his swollen chest with his palm. It was the first time he’d ever felt a breast, but he knew that had to be what was in his hand. At the same time, he didn’t know the more important question: why?
The lanky man looked down to his feebly twitching cock, now barely an inch of the proud footlong it had been mere moments ago. Somehow it felt better this way, clenching rather than twitching. His hand trembled as he reached towards it, and his whole body tensed at his fingers met his new lips.
“AaahhhHHHAAH!” His voice lifted in pitch and volume alike, and his toes curled. Just touching his new vagina was enough to send his virginal body into overdrive. His feminine nipples stiffened, pressing back against his fingertips. He pinched and teased them, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
Alex needed more. He needed to be filled, to sate that hungry void in his changing body. Something, anything! He dipped his fingers into his sinful honeypot, and succumbed to pleasure. The young man shook his head from side to side, feeling his hair brushing at his collar.
It was longer than it should have been, and sleeker too. Moreover, it glinted with a familiar shine, one that he’d seen on his crush earlier today.
xXx
Paris’s locks dangled before her face, a rough mess that only grew further unkempt with each hike of her chest. Her monster cock dangled between her legs, and she let out a low, husky groan. “Something’s happening to me…”
“H-huh? What do you mean? Does it have anything to do with that sound?”
“You’re kinda creeping us out…”
“It’s… I…” Paris couldn’t explain it with words. She rolled onto her back, her addled brain unable to realize the mistake she was making until it was much too late. She rolled onto her back, exposing the massive bulge in her cumsoaked panties. “It’s this…”
Molly was the first to react. “Oh holy fucking Christ, that is the grossest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” She recoiled with genuine horror, a panicked look on her face. “No way that’s what I think it is, is it?”
“Gross!” Erica squealed, reacting for all the world like Paris was a rat on the floor.
In many ways, Paris felt like vermin. She felt disgusting, unclean, less than human. She made to cover herself, only to recoil at the warm slurry that covered the inside of her panties.
“No way, is that a dick?” Christine was the first to give it a name. “Why the fuck does Paris have a dick!?”
All the attention brought a familiar stirring between Paris’s legs. She looked to Isabelle pleadingly, only to groan as the sight of her friend caused her dick to twitch. It tented her dress, poking straight at her friend’s face like a missile ready to launch.
“It’s pointing at me, somebody do something!” Isabelle screamed, outright screamed in terror.
This betrayal hurt Paris, deep in her chest. She whimpered in shame, but couldn’t keep herself from reaching for her dick. She hated it, but there was something irresistible about touching it. For a moment, she wondered if this was what it was like to have an addiction.
She clawed at her tights to feel more, tugging on their hem. The motion was a bit too exaggerated, shifting her panties just a bit too far south. Her new cockhead slipped past her underwear, and a throb from her new muscle pushed it the rest of the way into the open.
Paris stared at it, eyes to eye. She looked at its mushroom head, the cleft along its underside that was barely hidden by her new foreskin.
Paris screamed.
Her friends joined in the panic, which somehow only made things worse. She kicked her legs in fear, and the motion upset something deep in her vagina. Something about the motion of her hips dislodged something within her.
There wasn’t a sound this time, but there was a sharp sensation of wrongness, of inversion. A hefty scrotum bulged from her lips, only to balloon outwards as two testicles slid from her, filling it. She realized that they once had to have been her ovaries, which only heightened the horror of her situation.
Everything she knew in life had become undone. She’d wanted to be a mother someday, and now that was a literal impossibility. She’d been the hottest girl around, and now she was some freak with a dick. Her day couldn’t possibly get worse.
xXx
Alex’s day couldn’t possibly get better. She cupped her right hand around one of her breasts, marveling at how warm and soft it was. Her chest rose and fell, and she leaned up from her bed to look into the mirror.
Paris’s face looked back at her, complete with that slight pout that Alex had heard referred to as Resting Bitch Face. It was funny, in a way. Alex had been the only one who’d defended Paris, and said that look wasn’t an act. Here she had proof it was natural, and nobody would possibly believe her.
The girl wiped the back of her head with a groan, feeling that new warmth between her legs. “N-no way!” Alex whimpered, looking down past her trim tummy to her aching sex. “That’s not right, I just came! I can’t be horny again now!”
Alex’s door swung open the second after she’d said that, and she squeaked as a silhouette filled the frame.
“For fuck’s sake, keep it down!” Her roommate Brandon barged into the room. “I forget my smokes for like, five minutes, and you’ve already got porn going so loud that. I. Um. Hi?”
Alex looked to the confused man with a shy wave, her heart pounding in her chest. Brandon was a bit of an asshole, and his parents really had missed out in not naming him ‘Chad.’ But, at the same time, she could smell something on him that was different from the usual alcohol and cigarettes.
It was an underlying masculine odor, and it was one that filled her with curiosity.
xXx
Paris cursed herself for her earlier curiosity, fumbling with her dick to try and put it back into place. “Nonono, stop looking! Stop!” She called gruffly to her friends. She couldn’t bear to think of herself as a ‘he’, no matter how much the evidence looked to the contrary.
“I can’t fucking look away from that… That thing! It’s like a train wreck!” Isabelle whimpered, her face a mask of horror. The girl struggled to catch her breath, and Paris could tell she was trying to reassert some logic.
Erica was more successful in that regard. “We need to focus. Something bad is happening to Paris, and we have to help her.” She spoke with a slightly glazed look in her eyes. Paris had seen that look before, the day after Erica had shadowed a crash team, and humiliation pierced her broadening chest. Was her reshaping body really that bad?
Paris could feel her body still changing. She kicked her legs and whimpered, muscle cramps settling along them as they took on a new tone. They were getting larger and longer, but proportionally were losing much of their muscle mass. The result was a pair of untoned, lanky legs, covered in unkempt hair.
She wondered if her own hair looked the same. It certainly felt that way, greasy and unwashed as it was. Mercifully, it was getting shorter on her head, strands of hair reeling back in towards her skull like they’d been pulled in by a fishing rod.
“Oh my God, if you think this looks gross, think about how it feels,” Paris whimpered. Her voice sounded familiar and wrong at the same time. An idea came to her, and she looked up to Molly. “Get me a mirror! Right behind you, there’s one on the table.”
Molly paused, sucking in air through her teeth. “Are you sure?” The way she asked it was another humiliation. She might as well have been speaking to a burn victim.
“Now!” Paris pleaded, groaning as she imagined herself becoming uglier. She could feel her face shifting, a subtle wrongness that was present in every flex of her jaw. She had a bit more mouth to move, teeth that didn’t sit right in her jaw, and a nose that took up a bit more of her peripheral vision than she was used to.
Molly brought her the mirror quickly, back to the girl. Paris looked at it unsurely. She wondered if she should turn it towards her face, if she should take that plunge. It was a brief pause, but was one that had lasted a moment too long. Paris’s dick was lifting back to full attention.
The mirror fell from her hands to the ground beside her, and Paris groaned, arching her back. Her hands fumbled for her new dick, manicured nails stroking it, teasing it back to full attention. She’d pleased enough guys to have a general idea where to touch, but was constantly surprised by how sensitive certain areas were.
Her waist lost its pinched curve in favor of more of a masculine barrel, and she took a deep breath in through growing lungs. It came out as a manly grunt, and Paris squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to focus on that.
In truth, Paris wasn’t willing to focus on the feelings from her new dick either, but she couldn’t quite help that. The girl in a man’s body stroked at herself, pumping her hands along her shaft, circling her thumbs along her sensitive head, trailing her nails along that sweet spot just below—
Her eyes snapped open, as she tensed, and Paris quickly rolled over to hide her shame. It wasn’t fast enough, because the girls in the room screamed in panic, seeing precum welling up from her tip.
If they thought that was bad, the act of cumming itself was so much worse. Her whole body tensed, and Paris let out a funny grunt. Then a wet impact seemed to echo around the room, the sound of a wad of fluid splatting onto the ground.
A second later, Paris felt relief, but it was only physical. Her emotions warred between shame and outright disgust at what she’d done, and a muscle deep in her new shaft ached from its virgin use. She opened her eyes slowly, and came face-to-face with the fallen mirror, seeing Alex’s face in its silvered surface.
xXx
Alex whimpered, curling her toes and angling her head towards her reflection. It looked almost like something from a voyeuristic porn, seeing ‘Paris’ and Brandon fucking. If she didn’t know any better, she’d never be able to guess ‘Paris’ was really Alex.
Alex threw her head back and moaned as Brandon hit a particularly sensitive spot, bringing her arms around his neck. Her walls clenched around him, and she let out a contented groan. Stars danced across her vision, and for one delirious second, she found herself wondering what would happen if she met Paris like this.

Then a more pressing concern gripped her, and she wondered if Brandon was wearing a condom.

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“And then, he actually asked me out!” Paris laughed, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. She took another healthy sip of her wine, followed by a distinctly unhealthy gulp. “I mean, I know that I’m the hottest thing in class, but you think that people would realize something’s out of their reach.”
Isabelle jolted as Paris nearly spilled some of her Sauvignon Rouge, then settled back into her seat with a relieved sigh. “Yeah, right?” She chuckled. “Real quick, you mind not being so cavalier with that? It’s my house and all.”
“Oh, my bad,” Paris mumbled a half-hearted apology, before taking a full-hearted swig. She let out a crisp sigh of satisfaction, before crinkling her nose. “But seriously, you get me, right? I’m not being a jerk or anything?”
“No, never!” Christine held up her hands in a placating fashion.
Molly took another approach, snickering over the rim of her own glass. “I mean, kinda. But I think it’s excused, given the circumstances.”
“Listen,” Paris looked to her friends seriously, “there’s no way ‘Neverlaid’ Alex is so much as going to fantasize about me, let alone think about asking me out. I had to nip that in the bud, because while some of you might be able to handle hopeless crushes like this, I definitely can’t. I’d just feel… I mean, not guilty, but… It’s like when you see a puppy that wants food, but you don’t want to teach it bad habits?”
“A puppy? Really?” Molly chuckled. “I bet he wishes he was one. Maybe then he’d get some attention from you.”
“I dunno, he’s definitely a dog with a bone,” Isabelle mused, looking to Paris with a teasing grin. “Might want to watch out, you never know what he’ll do.”
xXx
Alex stormed back into his room, tears stinging at his eyes. There was something about the privacy of his own dorm that made it easier to let out his emotions, and he hiccupped quietly. “She didn’t need to be so rude about it.”
He picked up the nearest controller, booting his console and slumping into the nearest chair-like object. Unfortunately, it happened to be a blanket draped over a cardboard box, and he fell through it with an indignant yelp. In a way, it was the final straw in a bad day.
“I can’t do anything right,” he choked on the words as he said them, tossing his controller gently on his bed. “Year from graduation, and I’m still just… Me.”
No motivation to game, no date for the night… There was only one thing left to do. Netflix. Of course, not even that could go right. Apparently his subscription had run up, because he was kicked back to the main menu.
Unlike his love life; however, this was something he could fix. The young man slipped open his wallet, reaching for his credit card only to blink at the feeling of something falling in his lap.
It was a coin, and a weird one at that. He vaguely remembered picking it up at lunch, but at the same time, he didn’t remember it looking so arcane. “Maybe you’re magic, huh?” He asked the coin, realizing how foolish he looked. Nonetheless, in for a penny, in for a pound… “Well, if you are: I wish I wasn’t a virgin anymore.”
xXx
Paris leaned down, tugging her ankle boots well over her slender feet. Her fingers trailed against the soft curve of leather, and she let a smile grace her features. A bit more drinking and a bit more venting had left her feeling cocky, and she didn’t care who knew it.
She allowed herself a moment’s more relaxation, draping her jacket across her lap with a smirk. “You know, even if I need to put up with creeps like Alex, it’s good to be hot,” she said, eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Cocky, much?” Laughed Isabelle, a twinkle in her eyes to match her BFF’s. She bent over to slip on her own heels, and Paris couldn’t help but notice how the motion lifted the blonde’s skirt.
A cold sweat dewed along Paris’s back, a strange sensation coursing through herself. Her pulse felt louder in her ears, and she stiffened. Her lips felt too dry, and she licked them in a vain attempt to quell their parched sensation. Her plump thighs pressed against one another, and her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took.
“Y-yeah, a skank,” Paris chuckled nervously. Something between her legs ached, and she pressed her jacket a bit tighter to her groin. The pressure felt good, and she let out a quiet gasp.
It wasn’t quiet enough. Amanda looked up from her phone, and a smile graced the redhead’s lips. “Whoa, something’s got you all riled up. What’s up?”
Paris couldn’t answer. She didn’t know what was ‘up’, but she had a feeling something was rising. Her clit ached with a primal need, a pulsing coursing along her every nerve. Deep in her womb, something clenched, and she tensed further.
“I… I might need to sit tonight out, on second thought. I don’t feel so hot.” By some supreme force of effort, Paris managed to keep her distress from her features.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t keep Erica and Molly from each grabbing one of her arms, hauling her from her seat.
“Up and at ‘em!”
“Come on, some partying will make you feel better!”
Paris’s legs felt weak beneath her. With a cry that wasn’t entirely born of panic, she fell from her friends’ hands onto all fours. Her ample chest hiked with every feverish breath, and her eyes unfocussed. “There’s… Something wrong…” She panted.
Something was pressing out from her vaginal lips, and there was a strange ache in her clit. Her short dress rode up, revealing that her thong and ass were perfectly visible through her tights. It took her a long, nightmarish second to realize that the two things were related: something was stretching her tights from the front.
It felt like her clit was half a foot long, and growing more with each passing second. A sharp pain trailed from its tip to her crotch, as though a canal was being drilled deep within her. At the same time, it was horribly stiff and begged to be touched; to be held.
“Hey, are you okay?” Molly asked, blissfully ignorant of what was happening to her friend.
Erica leaned down too, “I’m a med student, you know. I can help, if there’s something wrong.”
Paris sent a look down towards her groin, whimpering aloud at the sight of a bulge that was both familiar and horrifying for the same reason: she was used to seeing it on a male figure. It throbbed once, then twice, then a third time. Each twitch made her abdomen ache more and more, until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Fuck!” She cried out, letting out a mix of an anguished sob and a contented moan.
Isabelle was at her side in an instant, a panicked look on her face. “Come on, we want to help, you just have to let-”
A loud, wet squelch interrupted the girl. The pressure in Paris’s groin immeditately relived itself as something gushed from the tip of her stretched clitoris. Her panties were soaked through in an instant, and the strange liquid dripped past her thighs. Inwardly, she wondered if anyone else could sympathize with what she was going through.
xXx
Alex fell back onto his bed, groaning and cupping his swollen chest with his palm. It was the first time he’d ever felt a breast, but he knew that had to be what was in his hand. At the same time, he didn’t know the more important question: why?
The lanky man looked down to his feebly twitching cock, now barely an inch of the proud footlong it had been mere moments ago. Somehow it felt better this way, clenching rather than twitching. His hand trembled as he reached towards it, and his whole body tensed at his fingers met his new lips.
“AaahhhHHHAAH!” His voice lifted in pitch and volume alike, and his toes curled. Just touching his new vagina was enough to send his virginal body into overdrive. His feminine nipples stiffened, pressing back against his fingertips. He pinched and teased them, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
Alex needed more. He needed to be filled, to sate that hungry void in his changing body. Something, anything! He dipped his fingers into his sinful honeypot, and succumbed to pleasure. The young man shook his head from side to side, feeling his hair brushing at his collar.
It was longer than it should have been, and sleeker too. Moreover, it glinted with a familiar shine, one that he’d seen on his crush earlier today.
xXx
Paris’s locks dangled before her face, a rough mess that only grew further unkempt with each hike of her chest. Her monster cock dangled between her legs, and she let out a low, husky groan. “Something’s happening to me…”
“H-huh? What do you mean? Does it have anything to do with that sound?”
“You’re kinda creeping us out…”
“It’s… I…” Paris couldn’t explain it with words. She rolled onto her back, her addled brain unable to realize the mistake she was making until it was much too late. She rolled onto her back, exposing the massive bulge in her cumsoaked panties. “It’s this…”
Molly was the first to react. “Oh holy fucking Christ, that is the grossest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” She recoiled with genuine horror, a panicked look on her face. “No way that’s what I think it is, is it?”
“Gross!” Erica squealed, reacting for all the world like Paris was a rat on the floor.
In many ways, Paris felt like vermin. She felt disgusting, unclean, less than human. She made to cover herself, only to recoil at the warm slurry that covered the inside of her panties.
“No way, is that a dick?” Christine was the first to give it a name. “Why the fuck does Paris have a dick!?”
All the attention brought a familiar stirring between Paris’s legs. She looked to Isabelle pleadingly, only to groan as the sight of her friend caused her dick to twitch. It tented her dress, poking straight at her friend’s face like a missile ready to launch.
“It’s pointing at me, somebody do something!” Isabelle screamed, outright screamed in terror.
This betrayal hurt Paris, deep in her chest. She whimpered in shame, but couldn’t keep herself from reaching for her dick. She hated it, but there was something irresistible about touching it. For a moment, she wondered if this was what it was like to have an addiction.
She clawed at her tights to feel more, tugging on their hem. The motion was a bit too exaggerated, shifting her panties just a bit too far south. Her new cockhead slipped past her underwear, and a throb from her new muscle pushed it the rest of the way into the open.
Paris stared at it, eyes to eye. She looked at its mushroom head, the cleft along its underside that was barely hidden by her new foreskin.
Paris screamed.
Her friends joined in the panic, which somehow only made things worse. She kicked her legs in fear, and the motion upset something deep in her vagina. Something about the motion of her hips dislodged something within her.
There wasn’t a sound this time, but there was a sharp sensation of wrongness, of inversion. A hefty scrotum bulged from her lips, only to balloon outwards as two testicles slid from her, filling it. She realized that they once had to have been her ovaries, which only heightened the horror of her situation.
Everything she knew in life had become undone. She’d wanted to be a mother someday, and now that was a literal impossibility. She’d been the hottest girl around, and now she was some freak with a dick. Her day couldn’t possibly get worse.
xXx
Alex’s day couldn’t possibly get better. She cupped her right hand around one of her breasts, marveling at how warm and soft it was. Her chest rose and fell, and she leaned up from her bed to look into the mirror.
Paris’s face looked back at her, complete with that slight pout that Alex had heard referred to as Resting Bitch Face. It was funny, in a way. Alex had been the only one who’d defended Paris, and said that look wasn’t an act. Here she had proof it was natural, and nobody would possibly believe her.
The girl wiped the back of her head with a groan, feeling that new warmth between her legs. “N-no way!” Alex whimpered, looking down past her trim tummy to her aching sex. “That’s not right, I just came! I can’t be horny again now!”
Alex’s door swung open the second after she’d said that, and she squeaked as a silhouette filled the frame.
“For fuck’s sake, keep it down!” Her roommate Brandon barged into the room. “I forget my smokes for like, five minutes, and you’ve already got porn going so loud that. I. Um. Hi?”
Alex looked to the confused man with a shy wave, her heart pounding in her chest. Brandon was a bit of an asshole, and his parents really had missed out in not naming him ‘Chad.’ But, at the same time, she could smell something on him that was different from the usual alcohol and cigarettes.
It was an underlying masculine odor, and it was one that filled her with curiosity.
xXx
Paris cursed herself for her earlier curiosity, fumbling with her dick to try and put it back into place. “Nonono, stop looking! Stop!” She called gruffly to her friends. She couldn’t bear to think of herself as a ‘he’, no matter how much the evidence looked to the contrary.
“I can’t fucking look away from that… That thing! It’s like a train wreck!” Isabelle whimpered, her face a mask of horror. The girl struggled to catch her breath, and Paris could tell she was trying to reassert some logic.
Erica was more successful in that regard. “We need to focus. Something bad is happening to Paris, and we have to help her.” She spoke with a slightly glazed look in her eyes. Paris had seen that look before, the day after Erica had shadowed a crash team, and humiliation pierced her broadening chest. Was her reshaping body really that bad?
Paris could feel her body still changing. She kicked her legs and whimpered, muscle cramps settling along them as they took on a new tone. They were getting larger and longer, but proportionally were losing much of their muscle mass. The result was a pair of untoned, lanky legs, covered in unkempt hair.
She wondered if her own hair looked the same. It certainly felt that way, greasy and unwashed as it was. Mercifully, it was getting shorter on her head, strands of hair reeling back in towards her skull like they’d been pulled in by a fishing rod.
“Oh my God, if you think this looks gross, think about how it feels,” Paris whimpered. Her voice sounded familiar and wrong at the same time. An idea came to her, and she looked up to Molly. “Get me a mirror! Right behind you, there’s one on the table.”
Molly paused, sucking in air through her teeth. “Are you sure?” The way she asked it was another humiliation. She might as well have been speaking to a burn victim.
“Now!” Paris pleaded, groaning as she imagined herself becoming uglier. She could feel her face shifting, a subtle wrongness that was present in every flex of her jaw. She had a bit more mouth to move, teeth that didn’t sit right in her jaw, and a nose that took up a bit more of her peripheral vision than she was used to.
Molly brought her the mirror quickly, back to the girl. Paris looked at it unsurely. She wondered if she should turn it towards her face, if she should take that plunge. It was a brief pause, but was one that had lasted a moment too long. Paris’s dick was lifting back to full attention.
The mirror fell from her hands to the ground beside her, and Paris groaned, arching her back. Her hands fumbled for her new dick, manicured nails stroking it, teasing it back to full attention. She’d pleased enough guys to have a general idea where to touch, but was constantly surprised by how sensitive certain areas were.
Her waist lost its pinched curve in favor of more of a masculine barrel, and she took a deep breath in through growing lungs. It came out as a manly grunt, and Paris squeezed her eyes shut, unwilling to focus on that.
In truth, Paris wasn’t willing to focus on the feelings from her new dick either, but she couldn’t quite help that. The girl in a man’s body stroked at herself, pumping her hands along her shaft, circling her thumbs along her sensitive head, trailing her nails along that sweet spot just below—
Her eyes snapped open, as she tensed, and Paris quickly rolled over to hide her shame. It wasn’t fast enough, because the girls in the room screamed in panic, seeing precum welling up from her tip.
If they thought that was bad, the act of cumming itself was so much worse. Her whole body tensed, and Paris let out a funny grunt. Then a wet impact seemed to echo around the room, the sound of a wad of fluid splatting onto the ground.
A second later, Paris felt relief, but it was only physical. Her emotions warred between shame and outright disgust at what she’d done, and a muscle deep in her new shaft ached from its virgin use. She opened her eyes slowly, and came face-to-face with the fallen mirror, seeing Alex’s face in its silvered surface.
xXx
Alex whimpered, curling her toes and angling her head towards her reflection. It looked almost like something from a voyeuristic porn, seeing ‘Paris’ and Brandon fucking. If she didn’t know any better, she’d never be able to guess ‘Paris’ was really Alex.
Alex threw her head back and moaned as Brandon hit a particularly sensitive spot, bringing her arms around his neck. Her walls clenched around him, and she let out a contented groan. Stars danced across her vision, and for one delirious second, she found herself wondering what would happen if she met Paris like this.

Then a more pressing concern gripped her, and she wondered if Brandon was wearing a condom.