Imagine you are going about your day when suddenly your head feels strange. Information comes to you, you know things that you didn't a moment before, things about what is about to happen. Soon humanity will be different. People will from now on go through a second puberty in their early twenties during which men will grow breasts and gain a whole female reproductive system in addition to their existing male one. Women will grow a functional penis while keeping their vagina. People's sexuality will change during their second puberty to make them attracted to the new version of their preferred gender. In a short while your body will change to be the one you would have had if the second puberty had always existed. Your clothes will not adjust, your past won't change, just your body. It will only take a minute or so.
It happened on a Wednesday. First, information was gently inserted into everyone’s mind, information about what would soon occur.
Going forward, people between approximately the ages of eighteen and twenty-five would undergo a sort of second puberty: they would develop into fully functional hermaphrodites. The majority of people will have this hermaphrodation occur between twenty-one and twenty-three, with only about five per cent having it occur before twenty.
For males, this would take the form of developing breasts, loss of chest hair above the bottom of the rib cage, a slight widening of the pelvis and the growth of a second reproductive system, a female one. This process generally takes six months, though breast development may continue sporadically well into one’s late twenties.
For females, the main physical changes would be mainly limited to simply developing their male reproductive system, with few or no other visible changes. Development of the male reproductive system generally takes only three to four months for females.
These, however, are only the most common outcomes, and the tail of possibilities is long. For instance, it is entirely possible, for example, for a male to end up with an entirely feminine appearance by the end of this second major sexual development period. Or the opposite for someone born female, or anything in between. A person’s desires can have an influence on this, for example, a closeted trans woman is more likely to end up with a feminine appearance. These outliers may take a year or more to fully change into their new appearance. Though the majority of people do follow the rules above.
The last thing that changes is sexual preferences, those attracted to men gain an interest in breasts on men. Everyone gains new urges and reflexes related to their new parts and mostly gains an interest in the parts they were formally uninterested in. These are again generalisations, other outcomes are possible, rarely some may find their orientation changing, some may become bi, others may go from straight to gay, or the opposite, such cases would be rare.
Everyone ends up with a dual libido, that is, it is possible to be aroused with only one’s male parts, or only one’s female parts. In fact, at some point, their body will “lock in” to one or the other, releasing a pheromone signal that will cause their partner to “lock in” to the opposite. Once someone locks into female “mode”, their male parts would pull almost entirely into their body to get them out of the way, much the same way they do in the cold.
The change that came was that everyone in the world would be altered as if this had always been the case, so those over twenty-five would all rapidly change into the hermaphroditic version of themselves, and those between eighteen and twenty-five would land at some level of development of their new characteristics.
The warning given also included information that, at least in this initial change, people’s relationships would be taken into account. So it would mostly avoid leaving those in love unattracted to their partner.
Brianna Adams sat outside at a cafe, waiting for her boyfriend to show up for their brunch before her first lecture of the day when the information hit her. She was at first stunned, unsure what to make of it, men growing boobs? And she was going to like them? Not only that but she would grow a… penis? She briefly toyed with the idea that it was some sort of weird delusion and she should call a doctor, but looking around she could tell something had happened to everyone. They were all reacting in their own ways. So at least everyone probably got the same weird information dump. Was it true? She couldn’t bring herself to disbelieve it.
Her thoughts went in circles, and she watched the people around her, soon she saw her boyfriend, looking troubled, she called to him.
“HEY! Chris!”
He rushed over and joined her, “Ah, Bri, there you are… I… did you…”
“The thing about… boobs and…” she trailed off, “Yeah…”
“Ah.”
“Not happy about the idea?”
“I… not especially… are you?”
“Well… not happy… I have to admit I’m… curious. Maybe I’ll finally understand why some guys drool all over bigger girls, or why so many guys are obsessed with how big what’s in their pants is.”
“Mmm”
The barista brought their coffees and sandwiches out to them and set them down. As the door back into the cafe shut behind her it happened.
Brianna felt a strange sensation in her head, a feeling she couldn’t pin down. Her panties rapidly filled, then overfilled. Her new balls didn’t fit in the small area of fabric at the front. She found herself squirming uncomfortably. The sensations were strange, and some of them seemed to sort of overlap sensations from her original parts that were still there.
She blinked for a moment, looking at her food, then started looking up. Her gaze went from the table, up Chris’ body, until it got to his chest where it stopped. She couldn’t quite will herself to stop looking. Chris’ chest had changed, his shirt was pulled taut over his new bust, large, round, lovely were the words that came to her mind. Her own breasts were modest, but Chris’ could accurately be compared to melons. She felt… things. She was very much… finding it easy to understand how someone could talk to a chest. Then she felt something else. Her already over stuffed panties were tightening further as she got her first taste of male arousal.
His arms came up and crossed in front of his boobs.
“Hey, uh Bri?”
“Wha? Oh!” Her eyes came up to his face. “I’m sorry I… they… they’re so big…”
“Yeah… I… guess you are getting that understanding… at least about boobs…”
She squirmed a bit and felt something move. Her new dick, it was no longer trying to push the front of her panties out, but was now sticking out of the leg hole. It still wasn’t very comfortable. It felt strangely full. She could feel the weight of her skirt on it, pushing the tip down causing a pulling sensation down below it, around and behind her vagina. She managed to glance down at her lap. It was making a little tent, and still getting bigger.
“I… uh… don’t think… I’ll be… uhm too anxious about the other thing…”
Then it clicked. She had a boner… and she thought it was big. This set off something inside of Chris. A new part of him. He felt a small surge of arousal, but not with his male equipment, no, his first taste of his female libido. The physical effect wasn’t much, a slight rush of blood and consequently a little warmth, but it hammered home the fact that he was both male and female now, that he had a female libido.
“I… oh… how… big.” He noticed her eyes had gone back to his chest. She was visibly making an effort not to stare, and failing. This caused more feelings in him. Part of him liked it, it made him feel more attractive, the other part felt awkward, wrong, he shouldn’t have boobs. He was acutely aware of them, it was hard not to be with the extra weight pulling at his shoulders. He shifted slightly and felt the slight jiggle as his boobs lagged just a little behind the rest of his torso’s movements.
“I… don’t know, I just looked down at my skirt…” She paused. “I… need to go to the washroom for a moment.”
She stood, Chris found himself unable to avoid at least a glance at the front of her skirt as she stood. He couldn’t help noticing how much she was tenting it out. There was another rush of arousal from his new parts, now rising to include a little wetness. It felt strange and new, but also familiar. It was very obviously arousal. He could feel his new clit swell slightly in a way that was different from having an erection, but not entirely. All of the unfamiliar sensations of female arousal had an analog in familiar male arousal, different but recognizable.
Brianna left. His gaze started to fall, rapidly the top of his new boobs came into view. They were huge. He himself had never been all that concerned about bust size, he liked all boobs on women. They were heavy, his shirt was too tight, and every movement made him aware of them; he was feeling every sensation more intensely because of the novelty.
He loved Brianna’s boobs, but part of him was very uncomfortable with his own being bigger than hers. Having them at all felt strange and wrong enough, but the fact that they were much much bigger than his girlfriend’s added to it. It felt wrong to him for a guy to have bigger boobs. He would have to deal with it though. It was also obvious that she very much liked them.
Brianna walked, she could feel the weight of her new member, the sensation of it bobbing around. The discomfort of her panties squeezing her new balls, one of them trapped between the elastic of the leg hole and her body, it was not a good feeling.
She stepped into one of the cafe’s two washrooms. It was a single occupancy and un-gendered.
As soon as the door closed she locked it. Her first course of action was to get her panties off, there was no need to suffer like this. She lifted the sides of her skirt to grab the waistband of her panties and started taking them off. There was a moment where she had a little trouble, her erection was still through the leg hole and as she was pulling her panties down it was also pulling her penis down, and she was just hard enough that it was uncomfortable. She pulled on her panties but the leg holes didn’t have enough stretch to get past easily. After a moment of frustration she stopped and paced a bit. The frustration distracted her enough from what was happening between her legs that when she tried again she found that she was no longer hard, and it was a relief to get the pressure off her new balls.
She put the panties into her purse and lifted her skirt back up to get a look at herself. She was surprised at the size. It looked smaller than she expected, still slightly hard. She put her hand around herself, gently squeezed. It felt about like Chris’ as he was softening after sex… and about the same size.
“Must be the perspective…”
She moved her hand, sliding it gently along the length. She felt a surge of pleasure and a rush as more blood flowed into her dick. She felt it push back against her fingers as it expanded. It slowly thickened, she could feel the slight pressure inside it, her skin stretching slightly. It slowly inflated itself, she watched it go up to what she thought was Chris’ size and keep going. She felt the skin on it stretch more. An image of Chris, new boobs and all, riding her came to mind unbidden. The imaginary Chris’ bust jiggled as he moved. She saw it get noticeably larger than Chris’, felt the warm pressure inside it. Her arousal continued to increase. Her amazement at the size of the thing sticking out of her grew along with it. When it stopped she felt it continue to increase in pressure, it felt taught, hard in her hand. It was almost painful itself.
“Oh… wow it’s big.” She could feel the girth, her fingers just barely touching around it, it was decidedly thicker than Chris’ and using the length to her hand to compare about 2 inches longer. Chris’ was plenty for her.
“God… I’m… not sure it would fit comfortably in me, it's so thick…”
She felt the “mode shift” happen, her vagina dropped off her awareness, all her accustomed sexual instincts disappeared. Subsumed under her new male ones. She felt all of her sexual arousal focus down into her dick. She felt a building pressure inside her.
“This feels so strange… OK… gotta calm down… I’m not… going to just jerk off in a bathroom.”
She let go and moved her hand away, feeling the weight of her dick itself pulling at her body.
She kept looking at her new member, it looked absurdly huge to her on her body. She paced again, feeling it bounce around as she stepped and turned to look at herself in a mirror. It was definitely substantially bigger than Chris’. His would look big on her. This looked massive. It felt so thick in her hand, it felt… thicker than a toilet paper tube. Pointing it up it reached past her belly button. She didn’t know it but she was well into the 99th percentile of both length and girth.
She tried thinking unsexy thoughts, but after having let down her skirt the slight movements magnified by arousal and the newness of the sensations kept her hard.
She pulled out her phone to text Chris for advice.
Chris’ phone buzzed.
“Uh… need some advice. It won’t go down.”
“Just tuck it in the waistband of your underwear.”
“Two problems with that… I took them off, there’s not enough room in them even before it got hard. Second it would stick well past the top of my skirt and my shirt doesn’t quite go all the way down.”
He stopped for a moment. Thought about how she had been wearing the skirt. The implication sank in. The fact that she had a dick hadn’t really seemed real, even having seen the effect it had on her skirt as she stood up. The idea that it was bigger than his triggered a lot of conflicting feelings. The new part of him actually liked it, apparently his female half was into big dicks… The rest of him felt very strange, partly emasculated, a little sad.
The female part of him did have a physical part too though. He felt his new parts warm, and an additional swell in his clit. He felt a bit of wetness start. All of these he felt strongly, they dominated his awareness of his lower parts, the novelty of the sensations made them stronger. He tried to ignore them and answer Bri.
“Hmm. If you were out here I’d just say have our lunch and wait it out. Maybe try tensing your legs?”
She tried doing as he suggested, sitting on the toilet lid. After a few minutes it did start to work, she felt the pressure inside her penis lessen it no longer felt like the skin on it was stretched to its limit. After a few more minutes it was soft enough that it was no longer obvious what was just a pleat in her skirt and what was her still semi-erect penis pushing on it when she stood in front of the mirror.
She took a breath and mentally prepared herself to step out, reminding herself that she had just looked in the mirror and it wasn't obvious anymore.
This time as she crossed the cafe she looked around a bit. She noticed several guys, several of whom hadn’t changed. She was momentarily surprised before she remembered that almost everyone here was college age and so right in the middle of the age range where changes would happen to every future generation, so it wasn’t surprising that a fair number hadn’t changed. They would at some point in the next few years.
The other thing she noticed was how much boobs mattered to her on men. There was a guy she would have thought quite attractive but for the fact that although he had changed and did have boobs, they weren’t very big. A bit bigger than hers, but nothing compared to Chris… She really was finding out why guys go gaga for big tits. It also felt a bit bad, it brought up insecurities she thought she had dealt with about her own boobs. She pushed them down. Chris loved her boobs, she knew that. his eyes lit up every single time she took her shirt off in his sight.
She headed back outside to rejoin Chris.
Brianna walked out of the door of the cafe and saw Chris. As she walked toward him she couldn’t stop her gaze from running up and down his body. She felt off. Something felt strange. It wasn’t just that her focus kept sticking on his chest, there was something else. Only when she actually reached the table and started to sit down did she realise that the off feeling was simply that her body was still in male mode. She was no longer very aroused, but the mode switch lingered, the off feeling was the total lack of her female half’s sexuality. The attraction she felt to her boyfriend was just a little different now, her body's response to it was entirely male. That was what felt wrong, the female parts of her attraction that she had been feeling for a decade were gone, no little rush of warmth in her vagina, no little throb in her clit. The parts were all still there, when she focused on them she felt them, but they, for the moment, were not participating in her sexuality. It also felt different in a way she couldn’t put her finger on exactly, but even just how she found herself seeing him felt different. She noticed her physical attraction to his body more strongly, but there was more to it than that.
She was also unsure about telling him that she was in male mode, what would he think?
She pushed down her nerves and slid into the seat, still highly aware of the new parts between her legs. She couldn’t sit the way she normally would with legs crossed. She had started to try and quickly realised it would not be comfortable, but she was going commando in a skirt, she couldn’t sit with her legs apart. Fortunately the skirt was knee length so she could fiddle with it enough that it would preserve modesty. She had noticed Chris looking at her as she fiddled with her skirt and was about to offer an explanation but when she looked back at him, after pulling her attention off his boobs, he had a strange expression on his face.
Chris watched Brianna sit down. He was starting to feel something strange, something he couldn’t put his finger on. He tried to ignore it and be present. He watched slightly confused as Brianna sat, looked a little alarmed and arranged her skirt. As he was watching the strange feeling intensified, then he felt something else. His penis felt strange, then warm. Then he realised what he was feeling, his body was going into female mode, Brianna must have mode switched when she…
He moved his leg a bit, and was acutely aware of the empty space in his pants, his entire male genitalia had pulled itself inside his body, out of the way of… Brianna’s.
He felt very strange, the slight arousal from their text conversation was still there, but it was a little more… central, before it had been sharing his awareness with his male libido, but now that was dormant. He felt uncomfortable with that fact, he wasn’t even comfortable with the fact that he had a female libido, let alone it being all he had for the moment.
“Hey, Chris, you OK?”
Chris’ attention snapped back to the moment. “Huh? Oh, yeah… just, uhm… stuff happened.” He pointed down.
“Wha… OH! I… hadn’t thought about that when I came back you would…”
“Yeah.”
They sat quietly for a few minutes, feeling strange and slightly nervous.
“Hey… I was thinking… I feel a bit too… weird to go to class and I was thinking about just taking the coffee and sandwich back to my dorm… want to come?”
Chris thought for a moment, they always got their order to go because they didn’t always have time to finish it before Brianna’s class, so they could just go. She was right, he didn’t feel very comfortable talking about what was going on in public and he needed to talk. “OK”
He stood for the first time since changing and took a step to the side to get away from his chair and the movement felt strange. He turned and took another step. His hip swayed more than he was used to. He took a few more steps. Part of the extra sway he could suppress, but too much and walking felt awkward. He turned to walk back to the table, each step the extra sway was there, along with awareness of the lack of his original parts movement, though he felt new things. His legs moving tugged just a little at the skin between them, causing his labia to slide against each other ever so slightly. He wouldn’t notice it if he weren’t hyper aware of sensations from that area, the combination of everything it does feeling new and so more noticeable with being in female mode and the arousal adding even more to forcing his attention to the area.
He also felt his breasts bounce with every step. It wasn’t too bad since he was walking slowly, but he could tell that getting a bra should be high on his priority list for his own comfort. Besides maybe the reduced movement would help him be a little less constantly aware of them.
Brianna was looking at him, clearly wondering what he was doing.
“I… my hips changed, it felt weird…”
He watched her gaze run down his body and then back up, pausing on his chest in both directions. “Ah! They did change! I… think I like it…” she blushed slightly, “err… let’s get going.”
They walked to Brianna’s dorm, trying to chat normally, but they were both distracted by the strange new sensations they were feeling. Chris had quickly ended up supporting his bust with one arm. When they arrived neither of them had reverted back to neutral mode.
Chris heard the door latch behind him. “GAH! I wish there was a snowball’s chance in hell of your bras fitting me, these things move too much!” He was still hugging his chest with one arm, it had taken a little while for him to figure out how to position it so that it actually helped.
Brianna turned back toward him as she took her shoes off. “That bad? I can’t say I’d have a problem just walking… running, yeah.”
“Yeah… they’re really heavy.”
“Well… I could measure you and get one for you… later.”
“Oh… that would be good… thanks.”
“So… you’re in female mode? Are you OK with that?”
“I… more than I would have expected to be before it happened… but…”
“It feels weird as hell to suddenly be into… things?” Her eyes went, not for the first time since they came in, to his chest. “I can definitely understand that.”
“Yeah… and… I mean… I… it’s just…”
“You’re a man and have been trained your whole life to dislike being associated with anything labeled as ‘girly’ or feminine?”
“Er… Yeah, that.” He shuffled in place slightly uncomfortable. “Uh, what about you? How do you feel?”
“Weird as hell. There’s more difference than I would have expected… like I feel… I dunno. Like I’m attracted to you differently… even like your face or… forearms, liking them feels different at the moment… Obviously physically it feels very weird… it keeps reacting a little bit every time I so much as catch a glance of your chest. They are very nice… I noticed a couple other guys walking back through the cafe… I really am getting a good experience of why some guys drool at busty girls… apparently I go gaga for busty men…”
Chris found the comment about his chest made him feel self conscious, but also… good. It was something about her being attracted to him that he understood fully, liking boobs. Her preferences were different, not that he disliked big boobs, he was more of the opinion that all size boobs were good, shape mattered more to him in that area.
“I noticed.”
“No, I mean… I… don’t really like even… average boobs on men… mine,” she gestured to her chest, “would be too small for me on a guy…”
“Oh…” he glanced down at himself again. He was still very constantly aware of his new boobs, the weight, every little jiggle, swaying side to side. Every time he turned he felt them pull at him as their inertia held them and they started moving just a little after the rest of him and then overshot when he stopped turning, pulling him just a little bit to the side. The walk had been a lesson in ways his boobs could move. The significant bouncing from walking had also led to his nipples rubbing on his shirt; he'd found that they were more sensitive than before in addition to being bigger and pitching their own little tents in the front of his shirt. This was what really forced him to hold on to them for the entire walk.
“Are you jealous?” It felt so strange to him, the idea that his girlfriend might be jealous of his chest.
“I… a little? I know you like mine… but I… don’t get it even now that I like boobs too. Uh… maybe we should measure you while we talk?”
“How do we do that?”
“Well we need a tailor’s tape measure… there’s online calculators…” She headed for her desk, it was only a few steps away in the small room.
“Wait, why do you have a tape measure in your dorm?”
She had sat down and was typing her password to unlock her laptop. “My mom sews and has like four of them, it takes up less space than a ruler… and I’m used to using it…”
“Oh.”
It took Brianna a few minutes to find an online bra size calculator she liked and find her tape measure.
“OK, shirt off, let’s see them big ole titties!”
“You are far too relaxed about this.” Chris said as he somewhat reluctantly started lifting his shirt. Though he did find himself smiling a little bit at her. As he lifted he found that he had pulled the bottom hem of his shirt against his body and it had caught his bust and lifted it, not a lot but he felt the weight come off his shoulders a little and then the shirt stretched enough to let them out and the hem popped up and they dropped and bounced. Once he got the shirt clear of his face he found Brianna staring at his chest enraptured.
“They’re so… perky… at least for their size.”
“Well they are brand new…”
“Huh… oh. Yeah… This is still so weird, I’ve seen women topless all my life… but it’s so different now…” She shook her head. “OK! Measuring. Turn around… it’ll be easier.”
“Easier for you not to get distracted?”
“Precisely.”
She wrapped the tape around him and got him to help adjust it to sit under his bust, stopped and entered the measurement into the calculator. Took the same measurement with different snugness, then measured the fullest part of his bust, standing and with him bent over. He looked at himself as he was bent and was shocked at just how far they hung off him.
“OK, one more measurement. Bust laying down.”
As Chris was laying down he noticed that she was again tenting out her skirt, and the sight filled him with conflicting feelings. His new female libido was very into it, he felt a rush of warmth and wetness in his new nethers. He couldn’t deny that he now liked seeing her that way, that he very probably would like seeing her bulge in pants. It felt a lot like looking at boobs… but also not at all. There was also a part of him that had been around longer that was deeply uncomfortable with the idea, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking.
He sat up to let her wrap the tape around him. She took her measurement and turned back to the computer.
“Holy Crap! 38H! I don’t think anywhere I’ve shopped carries cups that big!”
“Oh. So… no bra for me to walk home?”
She turned back to him, her eyes went straight to his chest, then his face. “Uh… maybe? A big sports bra might work?”
“Bleh. At least lying here is nice… get’s the weight off my shoulders.”
“Oh… poor baby.”
She slid into the bed beside him and put an arm over his stomach and kissed him. As she did he also felt something else. Her erection was poking him in the upper thigh. All those conflicting feelings intensified, but one more than the others. Arousal, wetness between his legs. It came all at once in a surge, warmth, a feeling of pressure in his clit as it engorged. He squirmed slightly.
He nearly pushed her away, but stopped himself. He may not like it but the vagina between his legs was his, the attraction to Brianna’s dick was part of his female sexuality. He had a female sexuality. Avoiding it wouldn’t make it easier, he was never going to get comfortable with these facts by avoiding them.
Brianna pulled her hips back. “Oh… Sorry for poking you there…”
The new part of Chris that was getting more turned on felt a bit sad that she had, that part of him was kind of enjoying the feeling, the idea that he had caused it.
“I… it’s OK. I um… I think I should try to get used to it…”
“But… you said…”
“I know… I’m not at all comfortable with… having female… parts and urges, but… if I avoid them isn’t going to make me comfortable… and I can’t exactly do anything about having them, and… well apparently that part of me… liked…”
Brianna pulled herself closer to him, not just poking his leg she pulled her body against him and her erection was now pushed up over the front of his leg and sideways along it, so he could now feel a fair bit of its length. He felt another thrill of arousal. His clit throbbed.
“Oh I agree… It feels weird as hell to like boobs, uncomfortable… a bit wrong… but… well I like them a lot… and same for that thing poking you… it feels extra wrong because it’s…” she got a little quiet, “it’s bigger than yours… substantially… like I’m worried it’s too big… to fit…”
Chris had already guessed it was bigger than his from the text conversation, but so much so that she was worried that it might hurt him… he felt all the negative feelings he expected, but at the forefront in a way he was not expecting was how his female libido felt about it. He found that he liked it. The idea that it might be difficult to get it into him… He felt himself get wetter, to the point that a little bit was coming out.
“Ooooh Kay…” that came out of him a little breathy, he flushed that his arousal was so obvious.
“Wait…”
“Yeah.”
“I see. Uh… in the spirit of confronting new things… can I… feel you up?”
Chris’ first instinct was to say no, to avoid, but like his feelings about what was going on under her skirt, he was going to face this part of his situation head on.
“OK…”
The arm she had been resting across his body bent and moved bringing her hand to his right breast. She began gently massaging him, squeezing and rubbing around his nipple with her thumb. It felt good, and was getting better. A soft moan forced its way out of him.
“Feels good?”
“Oh yeah…”
“I’m enjoying this too… but I’m feeling a bit left out…”
“It’s a bit awkward… with how we’re positioned for me to get at your boobs… Your arm is in the way of my right arm and…”
“Oh… right.”
She took her hand off his breast and put it back on the mattress beside him, then put her leg over him too, and pushed herself up so she was sitting lightly on his hips, mostly putting her weight on her legs. Chris felt strange looking down at her. He was looking between his boobs, at least for her lower half and she was positioned exactly as she would be to ride him. He felt a mix of things at the realisation, it didn’t turn him on to imagine her riding his dick… his male libido was turned off and that didn’t do anything for his female libido. Having to look between his boobs added a layer of strangeness. The other thing he couldn’t help notice was that her dick was rock hard. It pointed up, just enough to lift her skirt and he could almost see her balls. He found he wanted to see more. He pushed that down for now and moved his gaze to her face, but it had already had an effect on his arousal level.
She smiled at him and pulled her own shirt off, then removed her bra. She tossed both onto the floor and leaned forward enough that she could reach his boobs. He found himself looking at her boobs, he reached up toward her boobs, and found that his own were squished together by his arms, lifting them and piling more of them up on his chest. It was a strange feeling. It took a moment to find a position where they could both reach each other, but they did and began feeling each other up.
In short order they were both moaning softly, Chris was surprised at how good it felt, not just his boobs, but the moans. He could stop if he tried, but he wasn’t doing it on purpose, that had never happened to him before and it felt good. As they continued Chris felt his arousal grow, and a new sensation, an empty feeling, a need. His vagina felt so empty, and his intensity of awareness of it increased, he squirmed, and squeezed his legs together to try to ease the feeling. He felt the movements inside himself and along his labia, crossing his legs got some pressure on his clit and he gasped. He saw Brianna grin at him as he did, she knew.
He could no longer see her skirt, it was hidden behind his boobs now that his arms were pushing them together, but she leaned further forward, keeping her hands on his chest but dropping her weight onto her elbows when she could no longer maintain balance. He could now feel her erection against his body. His arms had dropped to his side and he felt his breasts shift some of the flesh pooling flatter on his chest some falling down into his armpits.
“Are we going to keep going?” She said, breathy from arousal. “At least to… well hands…?”
Chris desperately wanted her to keep going, and his female libido was firmly in the driver’s seat.
“I… probably best to get a condom… I… want you.” And he did, desperately, he knew what would fill the emptiness he was feeling.
“Oh… are you sure?”
“I… not really, but I don’t think I’ll get any more sure any time soon and right now I’m too turned on to worry… I… it feels empty down there…”
“I… OK…”
She leaned over to her bedside table and opened the drawer and awkwardly dug, her stomach pushed against his boobs, until she found what she was looking for. She sat back down as they were before.
“Want to put it on me?” She hiked up her skirt to reveal her hard cock. She moved it up until the waist was just under her boobs, but Chris didn’t notice, his focus was between her legs. It looked beyond huge on her. He felt himself ache to have it inside him.
“Hey! Chris! I asked a question”
“Huh! Oh… Uh yeah.”
She handed him the condom, he quickly unwrapped it. Reaching both his hands for her dick he found that he again pushed his boobs together and blocked his view. He tried to lift himself up to see past them, but getting enough height was very uncomfortable.
Brianna giggled. “A downside of huge boobs. Let me get where you can see me.”
She went on all fours and crawled closer so he could both reach her dick and see what he was doing.
In one hand he grabbed it. The feeling of it filling his hand… It felt as good as playing with her boobs, but totally different. The soft surface, the hardness beneath. He had felt his own… but this was different… substantially thicker, and just… the fact that it wasn’t his… The size of the entire thing the bottom of his hand was against her body and he was amazed at how much stuck out past his thumb and index finger. The feeling of aching emptiness intensified.
“Holy crap it’s gigantic!”
Brianna blushed.
He brought the condom to it with his other hand, she helped by pinching the tip and he started rolling it down her length, with both hands.
“OH!, it’s tight!”
He stopped rolling. Chris was staring at it utterly entranced, but he answered her. “You… probably need a bigger size…”
“Should we stop?”
“I… I don’t want to… Uh… try to be gentle with it? It doesn't hurt does it?”
“I… a bit… but I want you too… I think I’ll be OK.”
Chris quickly finished putting the condom on her.
“I… I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be…”
Brianna moved around again, pausing, putting a hand between his legs, a finger up and down his labia. “Oh I’ll say you’re ready! It’s like a faucet down here!”
Chris moaned again. “God Bri… just fuck me already!”
“OK… gonna take it slow so we don’t hurt you. Let me know if it’s too big… I’ll still take care of you…”
“OK”
“Spread your legs… I need some room.” He did so and she moved herself into position, on her knees between his legs, hands either side of him. “I never thought I’d be having sex from this position… uh… can you guide me in?”
He again reached down, lifting his head again so he could see past his bust, gently grabbed her with his right hand. Again feeling the strange sensation of how nice it felt to just touch it. The feeling was amazing. The female part of him absolutely loved it. The size, and hardness. The fact that he was helping her line up to push it inside him…
She started moving, pushing her hips forward. In short order the tip was against him, a little too high, he pushed it lower. It skimmed over his clit making him gasp and shudder, slid down along his labia making him moan and found the right spot, pressed against Chris’ vulva. Just enough pressure to keep it there, not enough to push in. He could feel himself desperately wanting her to push, he found himself wiggling his hips up and down, but all that did was rub her tip along his labia, teasing him more.
“OK… here we go…” She started pushing forward, slowly. The tip parted his labia, found his entrance and started to stretch him.
A low moan forced its way out of him, long and drawn out, as he felt himself slowly stretch to accommodate the size. Suddenly he felt a change, the head was all the way in, his outermost parts slid down to the slightly narrower area just past it.
He could hear her panting slightly from arousal. Brianna continued to slowly push in, Chris already felt like it was massive, and as more of her length went in he felt the girth grow. He knew how big it was in his hand, but it felt much bigger inside him, like she was pushing a baseball bat into him.
“OOOOH God Bri I… it’s so big.”
She was right about the need to go slow at first. He could sense every little bit that went in the extra girth as he got closer to the base was just on the edge of hurting, but he loved it, the feeling that he could only just barely take her in. He was still holding her, near the base, and she had gone in far enough that his hand was touching him and he had to move it, this was a bit less than half her length inside him. He was still amazed at the contrast in how he perceived the size between his hand and vaginal opening. He let go and let his hand fall to his side, palm against the bed underneath him.
As Brianna kept slowly pushing herself inside him, he found himself gripping the cloth underneath him with both hands, moaning with every inch. He could feel an orgasm building just from the idea of how big she was and that it was all he could take. He felt his hips start to buck reflexively, changing her angle as she moved; he could feel her inside him pushing against different parts as he moved, but he wasn’t getting much closer… he needed some more stimulation. He brought his hand up and started rubbing his clit. His moans turned to gasps. It felt a little like touching the head of his penis, but more intense.
“Almost there, Chris!”
His breathing was heavy, his moaning intensified, he sped up his rubbing. He could feel the orgasm getting closer and closer, it felt quite different than what he was used to. A little more of her went into him and he went over the edge. He felt himself almost scream as he came. He felt himself squeezing her penis, flexing, pusling. His arm went back to the mattress.
She bottomed out just between his first two contractions. She pushed against him and held herself tight into him as he squeezed her.
As Chris started coming down from his orgasm, he felt his vagina relax; Brianna’s size was still a lot, but as he relaxed more, it felt more comfortable. Right up until he had started to cum, she was at the very limit of how big a thing he felt he could ever take; now, it was still very tight down there but he didn’t feel like she was going to split him in half anymore. The fullness was incredible, he’d never felt anything like it, especially while he was cumming. He wanted to just hold her there.
“Uhhh, God Bri, I just… want to keep you there.” He looked down; her face was just above his breasts, and she was looking at him.
“Oh, I think you’ll like the next part… how do you feel… It didn’t hurt at all, did it?”
“Huh, almost, I…Uhhh” he moaned as she moved slightly, “Mmmm, it’s a—uh—little easier now… I, uh, think I relaxed a bit…”
“Good…” She held still for a few seconds. “Ready?”
“I… yeah.”
She started withdrawing, slowly, though not as slowly as she had gone in. She got about three quarters of her length out and started pushing back in.
Chris again found himself moaning as she moved, back and forth, in and out. Brianna started speeding up. He bucked his hips in time with her; soon they had a nice rhythm going. Chris found that although this felt amazing—and very satisfying—it didn’t build to an orgasm, it seemed his female parts were ones that didn’t get off purely from penetration. He was fine with this; he’d already came and this still felt fantastic. He could feel his boobs jiggle with each thrust.
Soon he heard Brianna’s moan’s change and she sped up.
“Oh God I can’t hold back… uhhh”
He felt her push into him harder than she had before, with all her strength. Then he felt it. A throb from her dick, it expanded just a little, pushed against the top of his vaginal canal. She was coming.
“Mmmm, Bri, I just want to stay like this… with you filling me… God it feels weird to… say that, and want it.. . and to be filled…”
“Yeah… it feels weird for me too… I… it’s so weird how… I just... well I’m just done when I cum… but… I gotta get out… the condom…”
“Yeah, I know”
She pulled out. He felt it slip out of him, leaving him feeling a little sad that he wasn’t full, and a little empty, but it wasn’t the same as before, there was no need… just a little want.
Then he remembered, and was immediately tense. “Is the condom OK?”
“Just a sec.”
She had lifted herself up and sat down between his legs and was looking at herself.
“Looks good.”
He felt the tension slip away. That was a strange feeling, being the one worried about becoming pregnant. He pushed that down, he was not ready to face that yet.
“Did you… have fun?”
Brianna had stood and was taking the condom off. “Oh my God did I ever! That was amazing… It was so different. The way… once I got going I felt like I had to keep going… to get it out… and then when I came everything was so focused on this thing.” She gestured down at her rapidly softening penis. “Did you?”
“Oh yeah… God it felt like you were pushing a baseball bat into me… It felt so much bigger inside me than in my hand… I… could only just take it… but… I liked that… I.. God, I feel so weird.”
“Yeah… me too, but I… well if you have questions…”
“Yeah… same…”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Chris was alone, lying on his girlfriend Brianna’s dorm room bed. Feeling the still strange feeling of his boobs puddling on his chest, their weight pressing on him. Brie was out trying to find a bra that would accommodate him well enough that walking home wouldn’t require him to hold them up with his arm for comfort and jiggle suppression. They had already placed an order online for a few in a couple of sizes around what the measurements said he should wear. This was so he could try them to see which fit well. The site had a policy that you could send anything that wasn’t comfortable back at no charge.
He was also still feeling slightly aroused since measuring him for a bra had turned into sex. Sex where he was in female mode. The residual arousal still lingered. It was such a different experience, normally once he came he lost interest and arousal almost instantly for several minutes and without some effort, it wouldn’t come back. After he’d orgasmed with her inside, he’d just wanted to keep going. Even though he didn’t have another, the rest of the experience was very satisfying, feeling himself stretch, just barely able to take her without pain, her thrusting in and out of him, the twitch and throb as she came. Once she was done, he was still excited, but also content to stop. It wasn’t something he’d ever felt before. Previously arousal was always a drive to a destination, a push, it wasn’t satisfying until he came, and the arousal faded away.
He couldn’t quite accept it as having happened. He’d had a dick inside him, a big one, bigger than his! Part of him hated the idea, but at the time arousal had helped him push that down, but now… well he didn’t know how he should feel, or even really how he did feel. He’d decided to face aspects of this change head-on as they came up. He was never going to get comfortable with the fact that this was real otherwise… but perhaps they should have waited for their first time. He wasn’t sure. It did feel amazing though…
He lifted his head and looked at his feet. It was still a very strange view, his boobs sitting there, only seeing his lower half through the space between them, the lack of his penis since he was still in female mode. How long would it be until it came back out? What if he had to pee before then? Somehow, he doubted he had an extra urethra in the female location. The tip of his penis was there if he reached down, just flush with his body a few inches above his vulva. Peeing sitting down would probably result in soaking something if it came out there.
Reaching down was weird too, his arm pushed his boob in, putting both hands there cut off a lot of his view with boobs and even while lying down almost gave him cleavage.
This was too much strangeness all at once, he decided to distract himself.
He sat up, the movement causing his breasts to shift, pulling them more to his front and down, their weight now on his shoulders. They jiggled slightly as they settled. It was all still brand-new to him, so he was hyper-aware of every movement they made. Even the constant feeling of just them existing was strange, their weight, the slightly different feeling of his now larger nipples. He was aware of feelings he was sure no woman had ever noticed because his boobs had grown in a minute or so rather than over weeks or months. The way tension in his skin changed when he sat up. There were so many new sensations.
Sitting up had also made him notice the wet spot he was sitting on. Wetness that had come out of him. His vagina. His vagina, it was a bizarre idea, and it brought his mind back to when the wet spot had been made. Brianna had been on top of him, thrusting into him, filling him up, stretching him right to the edge of pain, but not crossing it. He couldn’t deny to himself that his new female libido loved it, her on top, the size of her dick, the slight amount of taking control she’d done. It was all strange to him. He’d always liked to take control before, to be on top, but not in female mode, female Chris partly wished she’d done a bit more… he didn’t know exactly what, but something to make him feel a bit more taken. It made him uncomfortable; it didn’t match his self-image. He pushed those thoughts down and ignored the arousal that they had brought with them.
He turned and swung his legs down off the bed and stood and took the few steps over to Brianna’s desk. This also felt strange, his hips moved differently, his legs were a little further apart, his breasts jiggled with every step, and his labia moved slightly against each other as his legs' movement pulled on the skin between them. He was acutely aware of all of it.
He sat down and opened the web browser and skimmed the news. Most of it was headlines that boiled down to “the change happened!” which obviously everyone already knew. What surprised him was there were no reports of violent unrest, or even significant protests demanding something be done. Instead, as far as he could tell from the news most people were doing their part to keep things as normal as they could. Social media told much the same story, with many people complaining they still had to work despite the weirdness. However, no calls to attack governments or assign blame. It was almost as strange as the change itself.
He was focused enough on the news that he didn’t really notice his arousal fade. Nor did he notice when eventually his body reverted to its neutral mode. His penis and testicles slid back out.
Brianna was driving to the local big box department store, a fair distance from the university campus. It felt strange she could feel her new penis and balls squish a bit against her thighs. It was distracting. She was getting a fairly clear idea of why guys tended to keep their legs apart while sitting down. She was nearly there when something else she hadn’t anticipated happened. She got an erection.
She was wearing a skirt and no underwear since all her underwear didn’t really have enough room in it to be comfortable. This presented a problem for her. Her penis was big when stiff, to the point that she couldn’t avoid flashing people if she sat down while hard. It also meant that it would be very visible if she walked around with an erection. This skirt was nowhere near enough to hide it, despite the size of the pleats, a Victorian hoop skirt would work but she wasn’t wearing one of them.
She arrived and parked. Then she sat staring down at her lap and the large tent in it.
“WHY‽ I was driving, watching the road, sex was not on my mind! I just had sex less than forty-five minutes ago! Relax!”
The tent didn’t answer.
Even now, she could feel it, hard as a rock, but she wasn’t aroused. She considered texting Chris to ask for advice, but she already knew it, she’d been in high school, and seen boys have this problem. She’d even heard them talk about it when they didn’t know any girls were in earshot. She’d never really believed that it was innocent until now. She thought they must have been ogling some girl, or thinking about boobs, or something like that. Now she knew better. She decided her best option would be to wait for it to go away. It did feel kind of pleasant though, strange, alien, but also nice. It did remind her that the condoms she had were too small for her, so she made a mental note to visit a pharmacy on her way back, just in case.
Eventually, it did go away, and she headed into the store.
She started browsing through the comfort-oriented sports bras. Since she knew they didn’t carry anything in Chris’s size in the normal bras she thought that would be her closest shot since they stretch. As she looked, it occurred to her, she didn’t really know what size he’d be on the strange simple “Extra Small” to “Double Extra Large” scale a lot of that type of bra used.
She spotted an employee who had been helping a man, she’d just finished ringing him through. The employee was quite busty herself. Brianna guessed probably enough that she couldn’t buy normal bras here either, though not as big as Chris’s. She walked over to her. As she got closer, she found her eyes drawn to the employee’s chest. She couldn’t help noticing her boobs. She wasn’t attracted to her, but the part of her that liked boobs didn’t seem to be picky, if they were big and nice enough. She covered for herself by reading the woman’s name tag, it said Fatima.
Fatima greeted her, “Hi, how can I help you?”
“I… I’m looking to buy a bra for my boyfriend…”
“Oh? You know his size?”
“I do… we just measured him… 38H. I… Well, do you carry them that big?”
“Oh… sorry no… but I could help you pick out one of the sports bras with enough stretch… they’re not the most supportive, but they do help a fair bit, not great as actual sports bras though, just comfy bras.”
“That’s what I expected… I think he’d like something rather than nothing. Thanks, I'd love your help… I think you’d know better than me what works best for… bigger boobs.”
Fatima turned around to lead Brianna to the right section. Brianna was a bit relieved; she’d been having a hard time not looking at her chest. It felt even stranger to have this problem with a woman. She still very much wasn’t into women, she could tell as soon as Fatima turned around. However, her boobs. Brianna shook her head to clear out those thoughts. Getting turned on would be a disaster, and being distracted by a woman’s chest felt strange and made her uncomfortable. She did have fantastic boobs though.
Brianna pushed open the door to her dorm room, the three shopping bags dangling from her wrist making a racket as they swung from the motion. She had gotten Chris four bras; they weren’t very good bras, mostly spandex that covered the breasts with little support, but they would be better than nothing. Bras in his size were hard to find. She had also gone shopping for herself. She got some men’s boxer briefs she hoped would fit her well enough, though with her figure, she wasn’t sure; she was a fair bit bigger around at the hips than the waist. The last bag contained the largest condoms she could find at the pharmacy and the size below that. She hoped at least one of the two sizes would fit her new equipment—or at least fit well enough that she didn’t have to be too worried about breakage and Chris getting pregnant.
That thought felt very strange, her boyfriend getting pregnant. Not as strange as how seeing his boobs felt. He leaned back and stretched as he sat at her computer; the position emphasized his extremely large bust. She couldn’t stop staring, and the fact that he hadn’t gotten dressed didn’t help. He turned his head as he noticed her.
“Hey, you’re back. Did you manage to find a bra that might fit me?”
She shook her head to break her fascination with his chest. “Yeah, I think so.” She transferred the bag that held the bras to her other hand and walked over to Chris to hand it to him. “See how these feel, they’re not going to offer a lot of support, especially not at your size… But they’ll be better than nothing.” As she had walked toward him, he had let the chair spin, so he was facing when she arrived. She glanced at his chest, just managing to stop herself from staring.
There was a fair bit of envy mixed into the foreign attraction. She’d always been a little insecure about the size of her bust, and while Chris’s obvious enthusiasm for it in the bedroom was helping, her feelings about his bust might have undone a fair bit of that.
Chris pulled one bra out of the bag and pulled it over his head. “Not sure about this… I feel a bit squished.”
“You’ve got to adjust your boobs… let me help.” She spun him on the chair and reached down over his shoulder and across his body to scoop his breast into position in the bra, then repeated the action on the other side. Touching his breasts like that set off a noticeable surge of arousal in both her parts; she felt her penis stiffen slightly. Being a still strange sensation this pulled far more of her attention, and she tried to ignore it. “Is that better?”
“Uh, I think so?” He paused and sat up a little straighter. “Yeah. They don’t feel quite so heavy on my shoulders… still really heavy, though.”
“It should cut down on jiggle a bit too, hopefully enough to keep you comfortable until your proper bras arrive. If you want a bit more support, you could try wearing two of them.”
“I don’t really like the feel of the bottom part around my chest… It’s a bit tight.”
“That’s the band, it needs to be a little tight. It’s the part that’s supposed to hold the weight of your boobs instead of your shoulders.”
Chris spun back around to face her again, “Ah, maybe I’ll wear two on my way to my dorm for the bounce reduction.”
Her eyes went straight to his chest. The bra was low-cut, and its simple design pushed his boobs together, creating a significant valley of cleavage. What surprised her was that this was even harder to look away from than just his bare boobs.
“Hey! Brie!”
She blinked and looked up at Chris’ face. She’d been staring. “Uh… Sorry.” He just laughed a little and grinned. She felt her face getting warm from a blush.
“Don’t worry about it, I understand, it’s a lot. Er… They’re a lot too… but that wasn’t what I meant.” He smiled again, “I just wanted to wake you back up, you zoned out for a little while.”
“How… long?”
“I dunno, maybe thirty seconds to a minute? Maybe I should put a shirt on…”
“Please… Not that I don’t like how you look, but…”
“It feels weird and cleavage is distracting?”
“Yeah. Pants too, I might be used to that part, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t distracting!”
“Sure, sure.”
Chris stood and went back over to the bed to find his clothes, some were on the floor, but others were mixed in with the blankets.
Brianna sat in the chair and started taking her shoes off. “Speaking of that part. I got myself some boxer briefs. Hopefully, they’re comfy enough. Not sure what I’m going to do during my next period though, I usually use pads at least a few times, I don’t think they’ll work well with… huh… We should probably talk about that stuff, you’re going to need to know a bit more than the overview from sex-ed now.”
Chris looked over his shoulder at her as he picked up his pants. “I’m… not sure I’m ready to think about that.”
“Yeah… but who knows when it’ll happen. And there’s more stuff you’ll need to know.”
Chris dropped into sitting on the bed. His boobs bounced significantly, distracting her for a moment. “OK. What do I need to know?”
Brianna was still looking at his cleavage. “First clothes, then talk.” She dragged her gaze away from Chris’ chest and she finished pulling her shoes off.
She got out the package of boxer briefs and opened it, pulled out a pair and put her feet through the legs. She stood to get them all the way up, lifting her skirt as she got them fully on, pulling it up her body. They definitely felt better than panties did, at least for her male equipment. They were more than stretchy enough to accommodate her generous hips and butt, though the waistband was a little loose so they sat a little strangely. She’d gone up a size from her actual waist concerned they would be too tight on her hips.
Chris had finished putting his shirt on and turned back to her. She saw his eyes go straight down to between her legs, she still had her skirt lifted as she was looking at the fit, the bulge in the front didn’t look that different to what Chris had, but she could tell he was having a reaction to it and dropped her skirt, then pulling on it to get the waistband back in the right place.
Chris’s face was a little embarrassed, and he looked a little confused. He spoke, “The men’s underwear makes liking that feel even weirder, and… I think I like it more as a bulge? Does that make sense?”
“Maybe? I’ve never been that… visual about attraction, like until today specific body parts did little for me, like seeing you with a hard-on was a turn on but more because of what it means than just seeing a dick. It seems like my male half is way more into that kind of thing.”
“Oh. What do you mean by ‘what it means’?”
“Hmm. I guess that you’re into me… that you’re enjoying? I don’t think I can explain.” There was an awkward pause where neither of them knew what to say. Eventually Brianna spoke again, “Maybe I should… that is, we should have that talk… and you should tell me anything you can think of that I’m going to need to know about my… penis.” It would not be an easy, or comfortable conversation, but she wanted to make sure Chris knew what to expect.
Chris was sitting alone at his dorm room desk, doing calculus homework—on paper. The prof running the course thought computers were fine for written or multiple-choice tests, but inputting mathematics was too much hassle to force onto students. He wasn’t entirely wrong.
Brianna was not in the room—the two had learned early on not to do homework together because they’d invariably end up talking or making out. Right now, something else was distracting him: his huge new boobs.
Looking down at the page meant his bust was taking up a fair bit of the bottom of his vision, enough that he had the paper a little further from him than normal so that he could see the entire sheet. Writing was another thing; as he moved his hand around the sheet, his upper arm pressed against his breast in varying amounts, adding even more unfamiliar sensations to his existence. It didn’t feel bad, just strange and new, but that was enough for it to be distracting.
Not that using his laptop was any better; holding his hands in a comfortable typing position put both his arms against the sides of his breasts and pushed them together.
He adjusted his position slightly and stretched, which also reminded him of his new bust. He felt his shoulders lift his boobs, the tension in his skin shift and the pressure of the bra change; it really changed how the stretch felt with all the extra weight.
He was nearly done with homework. He got back to work on the last problem. His bust blocked his view of the desk just off the bottom of the page and took up a lot of his vision now that he was focused near the end of the page. His sitting position was also leaning forward a bit with his legs apart, the angle of his body meant he was putting pressure on his vulva, which further distracted him with unfamiliar sensation. He pushed through and finished the problem.
Brianna lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Chris had left a while ago, she had just laid down to relax afterwards. She had ended up just thinking about the change, worrying about what might happen. This was obviously going to have global effects, but she did not know what those might be, so she worried about how it might affect her, her family, her friends and Chris.
Most concretely, the random boner she’d had in the car while on her way to get Chris’ basic bras, right after she’d just had sex with him no less, had her having visions of getting one in class. Trapped in place at the end of a lecture for fear of showing. Going for a run, massive tenting appearing in the front of her tight running shorts on the street.
She still wasn’t sure how she felt about the size of her new member, it was huge, at least when hard, soft it was unremarkable. It felt a bit like a cruel joke that Chris had huge boobs, while she had fairly average ones, while they had the opposite endowment levels between their legs. The fact that she strongly preferred big boobs and Chris seemed to like the size of her penis felt made to make them both insecure.
Eventually, she had enough of worry and decided to work on her essay. She rolled to sit up so she could stand, even this motion had to be done a little differently now that she had something between her legs that could be squished. She sighed.
She stood and went to one of the several stacks of books tucked in various parts of the room to get the book she was writing the essay on. The room didn’t have shelves, and she was an avid reader, so she had far too many books with her to keep all of them standing on her desk or somewhere else neat and tidy, so piles. Between textbooks and the rotating selection of novels she brought from home there were over sixty books in the room.
She retrieved the book and slid into her computer chair, automatically beginning to cross her legs as she did so. The motion pulled her testicles up and squished them between her thighs; she stopped before it hurt, but it wasn’t at all comfortable. She re-adjusted. After a few tries she wasn’t sure there was a suitable position that would both preserve her modesty in a shorter skirt and be comfortable with her new male anatomy. The thickness of her thighs meant there wasn’t really anywhere for her new bits to go.
Knee-length or longer skirts it was then, not that she had a lot of short ones, even so, she was annoyed.
She found herself sitting knees apart, in a way that felt wrong to her, and in her mind looked somewhat masculine. She sighed and did her best to ignore her new anatomy and get down to literary criticism.
Hours later her stomach and bladder were letting her know she had other matters that needed attending. She stood walking along the narrow space between her desk and bed towards the door. She opened the door to the side that led to the bathroom that was shared with the neighbouring room and stepped in.
She locked the door to the other dorm room and was about to sit down on the toilet before remembering she had new equipment and other options. She hesitated, she didn’t want to have to clean up if she had aim trouble.
One perk of the building her dorm room was in was proper bathtubs, which was also why there wasn’t much floor space. The length of her room in the half footprint of the bathroom past it was almost entirely taken up by her single bed, what wasn’t was a closet space. So she was facing the tub. Which gave her an idea.
She stepped into the tub. She lifted her skirt and looked at the boxers, she slipped her hand into the fly at the front. It surprised her how much fabric was behind it, her finger had to go past her penis to get around it. She managed to pull her penis out through the fly, which felt very strange and awkward.
She held her penis between her thumb and forefinger and pointed it at the drain. She relaxed the way she was used to and pee went in two directions. She was immediately glad she was standing in the tub, one stream hit the wall beside her and the other was hitting near the top of the side of the tub. She managed to keep from getting any on the floor as the streams shifted as she went and then merged. Once she had only one stream she started trying to hit the drain. She started getting the hang of it as she ran out of pressure. The stream turned to a dribble and stopped. She was glad the shower head was detachable; it made clean-up a lot easier.
Chris had warned her that this could happen, especially after orgasm. He hadn’t said she might have a split stream that could miss the toilet on both sides.
It would likely be awhile before she would be confident enough to just use a toilet standing up.
Chris pulled his bra over his head. It had felt nice to let his skin breathe; the bra offered little support, and it pushed his breasts together. Now that they were sitting more naturally, apart, the feeling of fresh air against the space between them was pleasant. It was also nice to not feel them being compressed, and the relief of the pressure of the band on his chest just below his boobs felt great, like getting his feet out of over-tightened boots after a long day. What wasn’t nice was feeling their full weight pulling on his shoulders and chest again. They were heavy, and even the limited support the cheap bra offered made a difference. It had been quite the feeling when he pulled the band out from his body and his boobs fell out.
He lifted the bra in his hand. He thought about putting it back on but decided against it, at least for now. I’ll try sleeping tonight without it, he thought, laying down ought to deal with most of the weight. He tossed the bra into his laundry basket with his shirt.
Chris pulled his pants and underwear down, he felt his boobs swing as he bent. He straightened and looked down at himself. Boobs: most of what he could see was boobs. He sighed and kicked his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. He still had to get his socks off, but he couldn’t see them, as his boobs hid his feet from him at this angle. A slight lean and he could see one or the other by looking between his boobs. He sat on his bed and bent again, feeling his boobs swing and move; this time they were pushed against his knees and up to his chin. Everything he did, they moved.
He pulled his socks off with his boobs against his neck, and while he was in reach of the floor, he grabbed his underwear. He tossed them with the rest of his dirty clothes. He stood and walked over to his dresser, even more aware of the weight and motion of his bust than he had been all afternoon and evening. At least his boobs had mostly distracted him all day from the strange sensation of having a female reproductive system.
He pulled out a pair of pyjama pants and then hesitated. He wondered if he should start wearing a shirt to bed now that he had boobs. The dorm building had a very finicky fire alarm; if it went off tonight, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d ended up outside in the middle of the night. Which left the question, did he need to have his chest covered?
He didn’t really like the idea of needing to cover up his chest like a woman, but he had boobs, and imagining how people would see him being topless made him even more uncomfortable. So he had to cover up. He didn’t like it, but he couldn’t see people not reacting to his bare boobs the same way they’d react to say Brianna’s. That was going to take some getting used to, even constantly aware of the unfamiliar feelings of his boobs as he was for now, he knew he wouldn’t feel a reflex desire to cover his chest if someone walked in the way a woman does, at least for now. He didn’t like the idea of developing that reflex.
He sighed and grabbed a T-shirt.
Putting his pants on was another experience of his boobs jiggling, swaying and pulling on him as he bent and moved. He felt the shirt tight over his bust after putting it on; he knew he was stretching it out, but it wasn’t like his boobs were going anywhere. He’d made sure to grab one of the softest shirts he owned to stop too much sensation and discomfort from rubbing on his nipples. It seemed to work as he walked back to the bed—still too much bounce for him to ever consider not wearing a bra during the day, but it was fine for sleeping.
The little walk reminded him he was six stories up; if the fire alarm went off, he’d be jiggling his way down the stairs, holding his boobs. He shuddered. He didn’t want to wear the bra to bed, it definitely felt good to have it off, to let his skin breathe, to not be squeezed by the band, to let his boobs be uncompressed and not held against each other. Well, it had only happened twice last semester… it wasn’t likely to happen again. He tried not to think about it as he got into his bed.
He turned out the bedside light, lay on his back and pulled the sheets over himself. It was nice to let some of the skin under the bottom of his bust where they had been held against him all day get out from under them for a bit. He could feel his breasts spread out as they settled on his chest, a little going into his armpits, their weight pushing down on him. It felt very odd; he cupped them and moved them around a little, but the weight felt like a lot pushing on his chest. It didn’t feel suffocating, as he mostly breathed with his stomach, but it got him to roll onto his front.
Here,his breasts were squished by his body. It didn’t hurt, but he also didn’t really like how it felt, and the size of his breasts put his neck and back into an odd curve.
He tried his side, his boobs piled on top of each other, the bottom one bearing the weight of the top. They were pressed against each other again, denying air to the skin of the inner sides of his breasts and along his sternum.
He tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually, he sat up and thought for a bit. He went back over to his dresser and got a clean pair of socks, got back into bed and rolled onto his side. He lifted the top boob through his shirt and shoved the socks rolled together between his boobs. It solved part of his problem, and after a while, he fell asleep.
Brianna pulled up her pyjama pants, the feeling of her penis in them was a little strange. She looked down; the bulge was obvious. They weren’t exactly tight; she was surprised how much her bulge showed in them, at least when she didn’t have an erection, that would show in any pants she wore.
She took a few steps. The sensation of her male bits moving around inside her pants was a little odd. Very different from when she was wearing a skirt with no underwear, much more contact between her junk and the fabric.
She got into bed and rolled over onto her side in her usual position. Top leg bent, bottom leg straight, but she found her balls were pushed around and against her thigh. It didn’t hurt, but it felt weird and made her very aware of her new anatomy.
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs apart. With her testicles settled off to the side, she spread her legs more; that felt silly on its own, and she was still acutely aware of how her penis settled on her scrotum and how her scrotum was settling on the top of her vulva. Having warm soft flesh against that part of her felt very odd, especially since it was part of her.
She tossed and turned, but no matter what she did with nothing else to pay attention to as she tried to relax and sleep she couldn’t help but focus on the still new sensations of her male parts.
She reached down and cupped her new parts with her hand, trying to adjust them so she would feel them less. She wondered if Chris had similar problems with his vagina then realised that his boobs would probably be far, far, more disrupting to him.
Which led to her comparing her bust to his in her mind. Imagining Chris with her boobs, or slightly larger versions to keep them the same proportionately. They didn’t look small, but she couldn’t convince herself that she didn’t like the boobs he actually had much much more. She felt the insecurity she thought she had mostly banished, with help from Chris’s obvious and enduring enthusiasm for her boobs, welling back up. Memories of high school when guys would talk to her nerdy, but very well-endowed friend Mary about things she knew the guy hated. Mary was more than smart enough to see through it and intentionally was as boring as possible, but it irked Brianna that the guy would pretend to listen for an entire lunch period; that didn’t happen to Brianna.
She managed to push the thoughts out of her mind, this wasn’t the time to deal with this, she needed sleep. She rolled, and turned a few more times. Eventually, she got to sleep by just doing her best to ignore the strange sensations.
Chris woke slowly, it felt like there was something very heavy on top of him. He was confused for a moment until he opened his eyes and saw his boobs.
As sleep left him he became more aware of his body, he could feel his usual morning wood straining against the weight of the sheets, but there was another sensation between his legs. A fullness, near, but not in his vagina. There was also a tension in his clit, that at least he could localize. He sat up, the sensations remained. A pressure inside him running from near his vulva back to his butthole, a bit of warmth in the general area of his vulva. He reached down past his balls, leaning back slightly to lift his body to give his hand room, his finger met his clit. He breathed in sharply; it was very sensitive, although he wasn’t turned on.
Memories of sex ed nagged at his brain. Female anatomy, the clitoris extended around the vaginal canal. This must be the female equivalent of morning wood. It felt odd, but now that he was framing it that way he recognized the feelings as part of what he felt when he was aroused the day before.
His phone’s alarm went off, he glanced at it and realized that it had been snoozed. He must have done it half asleep, he had to get moving.
The next morning, Brianna woke before her alarm and felt something strange between her legs and her pyjama pants were pulled tight around her hips. She reached down, and her hand brushed something hard inside her pants. She was wide awake instantly, freaking out before memories of the previous day came back. She had morning wood.
She shifted and stood. It was a strange feeling, the way her new penis was straining against the fabric of her pants to stand straighter. It was a little uncomfortable but also felt kind of nice in an odd way. She paced for a moment waiting for her erection to disappear. It didn’t; instead, the motion of her legs caused the fabric to slide against her dick and meant that it went from an erection without arousal to one with a little arousal.
She sighed. She grabbed the waistband of the pants and pulled them away from her and down. Once they were below her hips and her penis was free she let them drop. The waistband hadn’t stretched quite enough to pass beyond the tip of her dick so it got pulled down and sprung back once released, wiggling up and down for a moment. She was shocked by how heavy it felt doing that.
She wrapped her hand around it: her fingers almost didn’t meet her thumb, it was so thick. She was stunned all of it had gone inside Chris.
For a moment she just stood there holding her cock. It felt good to have an erection. This was the first time she’d had one while she felt calm and had time to just experience what it felt like. The pressure of the engorged flesh inside felt intense and powerful. The skin of her penis was pulled tight, almost uncomfortably so, but the fullness also felt good. She could also feel it pulling at things inside her if she pushed on it with her hand, and a tight feeling somewhere near her vagina. She could get used to morning wood—it felt good just to be hard—but she needed to get going.
She stood there for a few minutes, still holding it, still amazed that it all went inside Chris the previous day. That thought brought a throb, she felt it tense and become more sensitive.
Waiting for it to go down wasn’t working. She was too distracted by how it felt to have a hard on and she couldn’t quite bring herself to try doing something else. She was enjoying the feelings and wanted to keep paying attention to them, a fact that made her feel strange and a little conflicted. It felt masculine and dominant and made her feel that way too. It wasn’t something that matched how she thought of herself, and part of her was afraid of that, uncomfortable, but she didn’t stop.
If waiting wasn’t going to work there was another obvious option. She let her right hand move up and down, gripping the shaft of her dick. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but she had given Chris hand jobs, not to completion, but he seemed to enjoy it.
It didn’t feel like as much as she expected, but it still didn’t take long before she felt the strange shift as her body entered male mode. She had been looking at her hand and her penis inside its grip, and she noticed something about how it felt to see it change. She wasn’t sure what, so she stopped just for a moment. She pictured Chris with an erection. She wasn’t into it; when she switched to male mode all interest in penises on others went away, replaced with an odd vacancy.
She was about to start again when it occurred to her that she was going to ejaculate, and standing in the middle of her room wasn’t the best place for that to happen. She needed to shower anyway.
Her pyjama pants had fallen all the way down to the floor by now, so she stepped out of them, it did take using one foot to hold them down while she lifted the other, and letting go of her penis so she could use her arms to help her balance. The movement made her dick wobble and bounce, which continued as she walked to the bathroom and pulled her shirt off. The motion of her hard penis was also new to her, she hadn’t walked with it free of clothing like this before. She was again surprised at how heavy it felt, especially compared to how it felt soft.
As she locked the door into the neighbouring room, she conjured up the imaginary Chris again, but this time a Chris in female mode, playing with his breasts, fingering himself, moaning. She started the shower; it warmed quickly, and she stepped in.
She brought her hand down to her penis, again gripping it, rubbing up and down the shaft, her other hand she brought to her breasts and started playing with them. She could feel her foreskin rubbing the head, which felt better than the movement of her hand, but she kept going as she was. The imaginary Chris was now sucking her dick. She felt the same building urgency she had when having sex with Chris, the need to reach the goal, to get it out, to cum.
She groaned, a sound different from any she had ever made during sex before the change, a sound that—despite her very feminine voice—sounded almost masculine.
She felt her knees get weak, and she was forced to use her left hand to support herself against the wall. She shifted her grip, moving her hand up the shaft so that the top of her hand now came up to the head of her penis and she was gripping around her foreskin. She gasped and groaned in pleasure again, there was much more sensitivity there.
She was getting close, the feeling of pressure inside her, the need, the urge, was getting stronger and stronger. She was gasping, her mouth open, hunched, eyes wide, her hand moving faster and faster, desperate.
Something welled up, she grunted, and came. The grunt morphed into a groan, pulses of pleasure as each spurt of semen left her, shooting onto the wall of the shower, each one making her hips push forward.
She started coming down, still breathing hard, spent.
She was again shocked by how different it was afterwards from what she was used to, the way it felt like she just exploded and was done. The entire thing was so focused down on her penis; once she was going her attention narrowed more and more down onto it as she rubbed. She looked up, saw the mess and pulled the showerhead down to rinse it off.
As she washed, she kept thinking about how things were different for her in male mode. The entire experience once she mode switched was a powerful push to finish, to get to the end, and then when she got there, she was actually just done. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel the urge to get to orgasm before, but it was much stronger in male mode than her female experience before the change. She could tell that if she wanted to go again at this point she might be able to, but she’d be starting from zero arousal.
Brianna also realised that what she had told Chris about how she felt about erections wasn’t quite true; only by its absence was she fully aware of how she was attracted to penises physically. She knew also that her new strong interest in boobs wasn’t the only change to her sexuality; she was far more interested in Chris’s body, visually. Just admiring it, she felt physical attraction more strongly, and it felt more important to her than before. The experience with her interest in penises made her wonder if that was all from her male half and would go away when she switched to female mode. Maybe she’d “experiment” in the evening, compare female mode to pure female.
She had finished washing; she shut off the shower, wrung out her hair, and stepped out. As she dried off, first wrapping her hair in a towel, she paid attention to her body. She was still in male mode. There was a distinct feeling of being “male”, most of it was the change in how her original female parts felt, but there was more. She couldn’t pin down what it was that she was feeling, just an awareness that her body had shifted out of its normal. Sort of like how she was aware of where her hands were.
Her alarm went off. She dropped her musings and hurried out of the bathroom to shut it off, she didn’t want to be the one to annoy any late sleepers.
She had some extra time since she was already showered, but she still needed to get moving to get to her class.
Chris was sitting at a table in a common study room on campus, alone, half-working on homework but mostly killing time between classes.
He was leaning forward enough to rest his boobs on the table; the proper bras he and Brianna had ordered weren’t here yet, so he was still wearing the “sports” bra. Not that he’d want to do anything active in it, but it was better than nothing for cutting down on jiggle, bounce and sway, and it offered a little support to shift the weight of his breasts from his shoulders to his body. His boobs still bounced significantly with each step when he walked, swayed when he turned, and otherwise moved around a lot, and he was still very, very aware of it at all times. Doubling up on them helped with movement, but the two bands were constricting and made breathing with his chest harder, so one bra it was.
He wasn’t any more used to his vagina, but sitting still, it was usually easy to ignore unless he sat in just the wrong way and put pressure on his clit or something else sensitive. He was sensitive down there and extremely aware of it because the sensations were so new. Most frustratingly he found he glanced at women between the legs in the same way he glanced at breasts, without even noticing he’d done it. He knew from experience that his female half was very into dicks, preferably big ones, but he wasn’t happy to find himself looking.
The sound of the room’s door opening broke him from his reverie, and he sat up. The weight of his bust returned to his shoulders, even a bit extra as he had moved quickly and his boobs took a moment longer to start moving. They bounced just a little when he stopped.
He looked over at the door and saw a girl coming in; she wasn’t particularly attractive, just an average girl, but his gaze had still just for a moment checked between her legs. There was a bulge there; she was wearing track pants and obviously no underwear. Probably she hadn’t been able to get any that had room in the front.
Chris had looked away from her and back to his papers, though even that slightly downward angle meant his boobs were very in his view.
The awkward position he’d been in to rest his boobs on the table left him a little stiff, so he stretched. Lifting his arms above his head, he could feel how this pulled up on his boobs, both the straps of the bra as well as his skin and breast tissue. He noticed the girl’s eyes go to his chest; he hadn’t been thinking about how much that stretch would emphasize his already impossible-to-miss bust. He released the stretch.
The girl sat down at one of the other tables and opened her bag. Instead of a laptop or paper, she pulled out yarn. There was a panel of fabric with a tail of yarn to the ball and a single short rod sticking out. She began to crochet, enlarging the panel. Her fingers moved swiftly and with confidence.
Chris found himself staring at her hands, he felt a surge of warmth in his nethers as his female libido started revving up. He found that looking back at her, behind her hands, he now found her more attractive. It was a very strange feeling, he’d never felt anything like it before. Sure, as he grew closer to Brianna he found her more attractive, but that took time to happen: this was sudden. He couldn’t even put his finger on what felt different about looking at the girl, just that he liked what he saw more now. His eyes went back to her hands deftly manoeuvring the hook and yarn.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, the reminder he had set to let him know to get going to his next class.
Brianna arrived at her lecture, the last one she had this week. She took a seat at the back of the small lecture hall. On the walk from her dorm room she had noticed herself getting distracted by guys more often than she normally did, like she was feeling physical attraction more strongly. Not just busty guys, but also walking behind a few guys times she caught herself not just checking out his ass, but staring at it. She noticed forearms, shoulders, legs, everything more. As even after arriving she was still in male mode she wondered if it was related.
She was staring up at the ceiling, idly wondering how she could test her idea while she waited for the professor to arrive and class to start. She was acutely aware of her penis and accompanying parts without much to distract her, until she felt something odd: her body shifted back to neutral mode. Her vagina came back into her awareness as a sexual part, her female libido coming back online as her male one dropped slightly in intensity. She looked around the room at a few guys; she still felt a little more focused on physical traits than she was used to, but not as much as on the walk over.
The arrival of the instructor interrupted her studying of the other students. Her eyes went straight to his chest, he was busty. She’d already thought he was a bit attractive, but now, though… He was young for a university instructor, likely in his early thirties, not unfit, but obviously he spent most of his time sitting. His bust was large, but not huge, definitely substantially smaller than Chris’s, perky for its size, especially since it didn’t look like he was wearing a bra.
As the lecture proceeded, she kept getting briefly distracted every time she looked up from her notes. She wished she could turn off this new part of her sexuality. Without putting her hand down her pants to rub her clit and put herself in female mode, since she suspected that being in female mode would tamp down her increased notice of physical attraction. She was a grown woman; she should be able to listen to someone and not get distracted by their body like a horny teenage boy.
Towards the end of the lecture she felt the beginnings of a stirring. No! Not now! She thought. Don’t think about it. Look at your notes. Chris had told her that trying to fight a hard-on didn’t usually work and usually sped it up, but it was like trying not to think about elephants after being told not to, with the added element that she could feel it down there. She could tell she wasn’t getting what she wanted.
The lecture ended. The other students stood to leave, but Brianna waited. There were a few stragglers standing and talking, the next class was starting to arrive. Eventually, she couldn’t wait any longer, she carried her book bag in front of her, glad of the way her skirt hung. Instead of going back to her dorm she took the exit from the room that led to the less used hallway and headed to the bathroom, where she sat in a stall and waited. She regretted choosing a fitted shirt; she’d love to be able to tuck this thing into her waistband and hide it, but she couldn’t. It would very much not be hidden. Long loose shirts from now on.
While she waited she thought. None of the guys she knew had this much trouble, and Chris certainly didn’t seem as horny as she was feeling. At least none of the guys her age now… High school was a bit different. She had much more empathy for the guys who were called on at awkward moments now. She certainly felt like she was getting a taste of some teenage male problems.
Chris closed his dorm room door behind him. He couldn’t get the thing with the crocheting girl out of his head.
He felt like he needed to talk to someone about many things, this just being the last in a line of experiences since the change. Brianna had no classes on Fridays and had left for home for the weekend after her last class of the day. Besides, he didn't think she’d enjoy hearing him talk about what made him attracted to another girl.
There was always Sam. He had known Sam since pre-school. She was his closest friend; they had even tried dating in high school. They went on two dates: the first ended in an awkward make-out session and the second with even more awkward sex. While they were still laying naked together, they had both worked out that a romantic relationship wasn’t what they wanted with the other, and it only took a short conversation right there and they were back to friends. Still naked though, and not for the last time.
They ended up in bed together three more times during high school, each ending the same way, once after Sam had been dumped by another guy and literally crying on Chris’s shoulder turned into more. Every time it was great until it was over and they both realized it felt wrong. It did get easier to get their friendship back to normal after every time.
What the experience of their failed physical relationship did was make them completely comfortable talking to each other about sex and relationships. Chris felt comfortable asking Sam about anything to do with sex and had gone to her for a woman’s perspective many times, and she had come to him for a man’s.
He sent her a text asking if she had some time to talk. A few minutes later his phone rang.
“Hi Sam.”
“So I’m guessing you changed?” The sound made it obvious she had him on speakerphone; she wouldn’t be doing that unless she was somewhere private, at least not in response to the text he sent.
“Well, yeah. Working vagina, huge boobs.”
“Wait… huge! How huge? Also, working?”
“Yeah… it… works. Er… gimme a sec, I’ll text you a picture, I know you’ll never let up if I don’t.”
Chris pulled his t-shirt off, leaving him wearing only the bra on his top half. He held out his phone with the selfie cam on; it took him a moment to get an angle that showed the size of his bust well. He sent the picture. Before the phone even made it back to his ear, he could hear Sam reacting.
“GOOD GOD! You weren’t kidding, they’re massive! How did Brie react?”
“Staring at them, then getting a hard-on. She was sitting across from me when it happened, she ran off to the bathroom to deal with pantie problems.”
“Ah… I’m not fully changed. I have no balls outside yet, just enough penis that I can pee with it, so I didn’t have that problem. I didn’t think I was starting to notice boobs… but looking at this feels weird as hell. They suit you though, like they look like the right boobs for your body. They look good on you.”
“Thanks, still not sure how I feel about having them.”
“I can imagine! Noticing boobs for the first time certainly feels weird to me. Have you had anyone other than Brie stare at them?”
He thought back over the day, he hadn’t really gone anywhere other than class today and yesterday only Brianna’s dorm room and his own after changing. “A lot of people looked at me as I walked past on the street… but I haven’t really been anywhere other than class. I think a few people were looking in class.”
“Almost certainly more than a few! You just didn’t notice.” Sam was speaking from experience, her boobs were big, not huge, not nearly as big as his. “You’ll have people talking to your chest all the time. I guarantee it. And do yourself a favour and get a better bra than what you’re wearing.”
“Already ordered. Brie measured me yesterday and ordered a few online… Probably should have thought to ask you about that. She also got this for me, they don’t carry my size at the store she went to.”
“Ah, makes sense. I have to go to specialty shops to get really good bras too, though I can usually find something better than what you're wearing in a regular one. So what did you want to ask me about? If it were just advice about having big boobs you’d have called yesterday.”
“Err, well…” He explained his experience with the crocheting girl.
“I see. Welcome to female sexuality. That sounds pretty normal to me.”
“Oh. That sudden?”
“Sure, at least with some physical skill like that, especially something like crocheting, it brings to mind what else such skilled fingers could do!”
“Huh?” She just let him think for a moment. “OH!” He heard Sam giggle.
“Are you doing okay otherwise? You said you’re not sure how you feel about your boobs, what about… well, everything else? Like how are you feeling about Brie having a dick?”
He took a deep breath. “Weird as hell… It’s huge.”
“Wait. You’ve seen it already?”
“Seen it, touched it, had it inside me.”
“What‽ You move fast!”
“Yeah… she uh, ‘mode-switched’ while getting a look at herself right after changing… and told me about how big it is… turns out I seem to like that, so when she came back I was turned on enough that being near her put me in girl mode, then we went to her dorm to measure my boobs and…”
“Ah.”
“It… just barely fits into me…”
“You… OK with that?”
Thinking about Brie’s penis was starting to turn on his female half a little; he felt the rush of warmth between his legs. He ignored it. That could wait. Talking to Sam couldn’t. “I don’t know… it turns my female half on… like I think I finally get guys who love big boobs because of how I feel about her… but like… it’s so much bigger than mine and I like that… but I feel… wrong? Maybe inadequate?”
“Chris, your dick is big enough, trust me. I bet Brie is having similar feelings about boobs.”
“I… expect so. She said she only really likes big ones.”
“Look, when it comes to dicks, most women are like you are with boobs, they don’t care much about size. Besides, being full feels good but won’t get me or most women off on its own.”
“I know that it didn’t get me off either… but it just felt so… satisfying being so full, so close to it being too much. I’m not sure I’d be happy with something smaller.”
“Ah. Even if that’s true, that’s not most people. Brie probably wouldn’t be happy if you were flat-chested, but you’re not. Personally, I don’t want a guy to be much above average. I can’t tell you what you like, but maybe try something closer to your size, maybe get a cheap dildo, see how that feels.”
“Uh…”
“Yeah, I know, you don’t want to own a dildo, but you’ve got girl bits, and there’s a reason a lot of girls own one.”
“I… Maybe,” Chris replied, stifling a protest in his head. “But, even if trying a non-huge one makes me feel better about my penis… I’m pretty sure I’ll want something big.”
“You have a point, but a basic one isn’t expensive. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’re not going to want to be stretched to your limit every single time, especially if Brie is doing that to you. You’ll get sore!”
“Point taken. I’ll think about it.”
“Did that help at all?”
“I’m not sure, a bit? I’m still so unsure how I feel about everything it’s overwhelming. I’m a bit sleepy. I had some trouble sleeping last night, my boobs are taking a lot of getting used to.”
“Yeah. Mine can be annoying, I can only imagine yours are worse.”
“Any tips?”
“For sleeping? A really comfy bra can help, but I guess that doesn’t do you any good right now…”
“Yeah, the main thing bugging me was just how aware of them I am, all the time. Even just sitting the weight feels weird and breathing moves them enough for me to notice… I guess I just have to wait until I get used to them. I’ll try keeping my bra on tonight though and see if it helps. Anything else you think I should know?”
“Hmm…” There were several seconds of silence on the phone as Sam was thinking. “Did Brie tell you about discharge?”
“You mean from my vagina… yeah.”
“Good. As for boob stuff, you’ll want bra liners or some other way to deal with boob sweat. You can get irritated or develop rashes under them against your chest if you don’t do something to stop it from being wet all the time. They can also help with pressure from your bra band. Probably not too much of a problem with the bra you’ve got on since it’s so thin, but a proper bra won’t breathe as well. Until you get a liner, or if you don’t want to wear one, antiperspirant under and between the boobs can be a life saver! Make sure you wash and dry under them too. Let me know when your proper bras arrive, and I’ll help you evaluate fit. You’ll want a good sports bra, maybe this weekend I can help you pick one? If you haven't ordered one already.”
“No… we didn’t, just normal ones, we were going to see which one fit best before ordering more. This weekend is good for me. Brie’s spending it at home, and she left already. She doesn’t have any Friday classes. It’ll be nice to hang out too.”
“Yeah. Is there anything else you need to get off…”
“My chest?”
“Sorry.”
It was Chris’s turn to laugh. Doing so set his boobs bouncing a little. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Thanks, but seriously, you had sex in female mode! Do you need to talk about it? Just vent about boobs more?”
“I don’t know what I want to say… probably I’ll have some talking to do over the weekend after some time to process. What about you? You’re partially changed. Do you need to talk? Have questions?”
“Oh, I have questions, but not ones you’ve got answers to. I think I’ll have those later. Mostly now I’m wondering how things down there are going to progress. I think I’m alright, for now anyway.” She paused for a moment. “I can’t help but wonder about two things.”
“Which are?”
“What’s your bra size? Like I can see they’re huge, I couldn’t even guess what your actual size is though.”
“38H, at least that’s what came out of the calculator Brie used. Why?”
“I just wondered how it compares to what I wear… and I want to check that the store I had in mind actually carries your size.”
“What size bra do you wear?”
“34F.”
“Huh, don’t know why I asked… I don’t really know what it means.”
She just laughed.
“So what was the second thing?”
“I’m not sure how you’ll feel about answering… but, how big is Brie’s…”
“Ah… well, based on how it looked in my hand… at least two inches longer than mine… and quite a bit thicker, it really filled my hand...” Remembering the experience was having an effect on him, as he felt a little bit of wetness. He treated it like an unwanted erection and ignored it.
“Two inches bigger than you? That’s huge… Yours isn’t exactly small!”
“I said it was huge.”
“Yeah… but… that’s really huge. God, I hope mine isn’t going to be that big.”
“What are the odds that I’d know two girls with big dicks?”
“What are the odds a guy with boobs as massive as yours is dating a girl that’s hung like a horse!”
The conversation with Sam continued for some time, but eventually they said goodbye, and Chris was left with his thoughts.
He stood and walked over to the mirror on the back of his dorm room door. It had been there when he moved in, and it was easy to treat it like part of the furniture until it showed a sight so foreign.
He looked at himself, still wearing just his bra on top. He wasn’t especially broad-shouldered or muscular, as he didn’t do much working out, but he wasn’t fat, either. His torso before the change mostly tapered in an approximately straight line from his armpit to his waist. Now though that line was interrupted by the sides of his boobs, his hips were noticeably wider than before.
He sighed.
Sam had said his boobs look good on him. Looking at his reflection, he thought that even though they were so big that he could still see them at the bottom of his vision despite looking forward, they didn’t look disproportionately huge on him. Huge yes, but not too huge for his frame.
He lifted his bra and pulled it off, feeling his boobs drop out of it and jiggle just a little as they settled on his chest again. At the back of his mind since the change had been the idea of getting them reduced.
He looked at his bare bust in the mirror. They were very nice boobs: full, round, and for their size they drooped very little. He knew that, despite how little he cared for the size of boobs, his were just nice, and were they on a woman he’d be as distracted by them as any guy. Part of him was starting to like having them, to feel proud of them. Then there was the effect they had on Brie.
He’d expected them to be constantly getting in his way based on the impression he got from Sam and just the world in general. In a way, they did; he was constantly having his arms bump into them, but nearly always he just adjusted his position slightly and continued. They hadn’t actually prevented him from doing anything; he was just constantly aware of them. He found that he usually just lifted his arm a bit so that it went above his bust and leaned slightly and that usually solved it. The most in the way they’d been so far was washing his hands, the combination of leaning slightly forward and working his hands together forced them to take up just a little too much space. He could definitely tell there were times that they would actually get in his way, but it didn’t seem to be as bad as he would have expected.
Their weight though, that was much as he expected, they were very heavy. His back was tense, it didn’t hurt today, but he could tell it could go that way. He hoped good bras would help with that.
He turned and walked over to his bed, then threw himself onto it so he landed on his back. His boobs bounced and jiggled and even hit him in the face a bit—not hard, as he hadn’t moved very fast, but this might be a habit he’d have to break.
He felt his boobs settle into domes on his chest as his shoulders were relieved of their duty.
He stared at the ceiling.
Sam’s advice about getting a dildo scratched at the back of his head. He wasn’t comfortable with the idea, but he knew why. Just social expectations. He wasn’t comfortable with a lot of things about this.
He thought in circles for a while, but eventually the same logic that yesterday had ended with Brie’s dick inside him came up. He wasn’t comfortable having a female sex drive, but avoiding it wouldn’t make it go away. He knew for a fact that Sam and Brianna both owned at least one dildo, and based on his one experience with female sex, he was pretty sure that he was going to want something inside him any time female masturbation happened.
He sighed again.
Chris put the discreet brown paper bag down on his bed. He stared at it.
Inside was his dildo. It was orange and smooth, basic. It had a suction cup at the base and no vibration. It looked about the same size as his penis. He’d considered getting something bigger, but the thought of bringing it to the cashier made him lose his nerve. He’d barely managed to get himself in the door. The cashier seemed to have picked up on his embarrassment and had done an admirable job of wordlessly conveying that she was going to forget his face the moment he walked out the door. The only thing that had got him into the store and out the door with it was a conviction that he was going to face his new situation head-on—which, in this case, meant he was planning to masturbate.
After a moment of hesitation, he took it out of the bag and opened the box. Pulling it out and holding it in his hand told him he was right about it being close to the size of his penis. It also felt strange. He wasn’t sure what to do next. He couldn’t think of anything in his dorm room he could stick it to. The edge of a bathtub or a toilet lid seemed like good ideas, but his room didn’t have its own bathroom, and he was definitely not going to use it in a shared bathroom.
He decided just to hold it and lay on his bed. He pushed the box and bag onto the floor to deal with later and started undressing. Once he got his bra off and the total weight of his breasts was back on their natural support, he was reminded that even the limited support it offered made a difference.
He sat down on the bed, his boobs bouncing from the motion. He waited for them to stop before slowly turning and lifting his feet as he lay down, remembering how his boobs had hit his face last time. He was still very aware of how his boobs moved around and now how they settled. He looked down at them; he could see between them to his penis, but they blocked his view of his feet.
He lifted the dildo up and looked at it. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do. Looking at porn felt weird. He wasn’t sure he wanted to just yet. He just turned the dildo in his hands for a while, thinking. Eventually, he put it down between his legs, and it rested against his inner thigh. He decided to start playing with his boobs and see what happens.
He placed his hands on his bust, felt his nipples poking into his palms. His hands felt small on his chest. His fingers were nearly flat, but his entire hand was in contact with his boobs, reminding him just how big they were. He started gently rubbing, moving his hands in a circle. It felt a little nice but wasn’t doing much to get him going, nothing like when Brianna had been feeling him up.
He sighed.
He started imagining Brianna was on top of him, her hands on his bust. He got a little more aggressive with his hands, grabbing in addition to the rubbing. He pictured her sitting on him, and he pictured looking between his boobs at her erection. That did it. He felt a surge of warmth between his legs, female arousal stirring. His breasts felt more sensitive, what he was doing to them started to feel better.
The back of his mind brought the idea of giving Brie a boobjob, the image surging unbidden to his imagination. Pushing his boobs together, her member sliding between them, popping up in his cleavage. He found he had actually pushed his boobs together as he imagined. His arousal grew; he could feel a little wetness now.
Then another image, licking, sucking the head as it pushed up from his breasts. The idea turned him on, but he wasn’t at all comfortable with it, he pushed it out of his mind. Confronting his female sexuality was one thing; going that far was another.
He shifted the imaginary Brianna down between his legs. He let one hand drift down between his legs, and even though he had to lift his balls out of the way, he got a finger on his vagina, slid it up the slit and found his clit. The light touch made him gasp and triggered all the mode-switching behaviours in his body. An intense rush of female arousal, his male parts pulling inward. A moan escaped his lips.
He felt the empty feeling between his legs, the growing need to be filled. He slipped a finger into himself, moving his thumb onto his clit. As the finger slid into him he was surprised how it felt. It didn’t feel quite as small as he had expected it to, though it didn’t feel big at all. It felt good, but he wanted more and it reminded him of the dildo resting against his thigh.
He pulled his finger out of his vagina, the sensation of emptiness returned as he did so, and grabbed the dildo. He felt himself tense in anticipation, his vaginal muscles squeezing. The shaft felt good in his hand, his desire to be filled strengthened, he pushed the tip against his vulva, slid it up and down his labia. The action built his need. He lined it up and pushed it in. He gasped, it felt good, very good. A moan forced its way out of him as he slid the shaft into him slowly, stretching him out. Not nearly as much as Brianna’s huge cock, but enough.
He began to work the dildo in and out of him, moaning as he went. It felt great, being filled, being fucked; it was satisfying his need to be filled, but it wasn’t getting him closer to cumming. He brought his left hand down from playing with his boobs and switched the dildo to it, gently rubbing his clit with his now-free right hand. His boobs were squeezed together by his arms so he could no longer see what he was doing between his legs.
It felt incredible; he rubbed harder and faster. The mental image of Brianna’s cock peeking out of his cleavage returned, but he was too caught up to push it down; he was getting close and the image was hot. His moans stuck in his throat as his pleasure intensified, his back arched, his ministrations became more desperate. He was right on the edge. The imaginary cock sliding between his breasts came and shot its load on his face. That sent him over the edge. His vagina clamped down on the dildo; it felt amazing, the hardness inside him opposing the squeeze. This time the only sound he made was a small gasping noise, he didn’t quite push air through to moan as every muscle in his body seemed locked in tension for a moment. Then he started moving again, shuddering and shaking as his orgasm continued.
After what felt like minutes, but probably wasn’t, he started to relax and come down from his orgasm. He just let himself lay there for a while, enjoying the afterglow and the sensation of the dildo inside him.
Then he realised what he had been imagining in the heat of the moment. He sat up, forgetting the dildo was still inside him, and he ended up sitting on it. It felt good, but he wasn’t looking for that right now. He ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He felt deeply uncomfortable with liking that. With wanting to suck dick, even it was Brianna’s. He was starting to feel less comfortable with all his female desires, even the still-pleasant sensation of the dildo inside him.
He also knew from the day before that he was going to be vaguely aroused for a while and he wished it would go away, but he was, for the time being, in female mode, and still horny.
He sighed and stood, removing the dildo, though part of him wanted to just leave it in. He was glad he was going to have a chance to talk to Sam. She was a good listener, and he didn’t feel comfortable talking to Brie about a crisis in his masculinity. He didn’t want her to see him as less manly. He grabbed his laptop to put something on to distract him until he wasn’t in female mode anymore.
Brianna was sitting waiting for her friend Mary to join her for lunch, off in her own little world. Caught up in a mixture of growing feelings about her bust, confusion about how she felt about having a penis and liking boobs and hips. The drive had left her without much to do but think, and feel. Her new balls affected the comfortable positions in a driver’s seat, making her new parts unavoidable things to think about.
“Hey Brie!” Mary’s voice brought her attention back to the here and now. Her gaze lifted, but only a little. It got stuck on her chest. Mary’s bust was about the same size as Chris’s, but on a smaller frame, in a good bra that fit properly, and showing cleavage with a low cut shirt. They were spectacular boobs.
Brianna willed her eyes and head to keep moving, to look Mary in the eye. Mary sat across from her and she started chatting. For a while they talked about mundane things, caught up as if things were normal. Things weren’t normal though. Brianna had to put effort into not staring at Mary’s chest.
Brianna now had a much better idea of what the boys had experienced with Mary when puberty hit her like a truck. Brianna had known Mary since preschool and she had always been shy and introverted, not terribly into most girly things. No playing with doll houses, at least not the way most girls did. Mary had always been more into spaceships, which as she grew turned into a love of hard science fiction, old science fiction. Asimov, Clarke, books that were already old when she was born. So Mary never really fit in with either boys or the girls.
Then came puberty and Mary went from a slightly chubby little girl to curvaceous. She was still a little chubby, but all the fat seemed to be in her hips, butt and bust, with hardly any on her middle. Combined with her cute round face, she was suddenly popular, at least with a significant portion of the boys. A lot of the girls went from indifferent to jealous. Brianna had noticed.
Mary was still the introverted lover of sci-fi; Brianna was confident there would be at least one old book in her purse, acquired from a used book store. Not that she was that different, she loved books just as much, and as kids they had always enjoyed going to used book stores together. Mary had even convinced her to read some of her favourite classics of science fiction.
Mary was talking about what she had been reading, and Brianna’s eyes had drifted down. She again yanked her gaze back up to Mary’s face, but when they got there, the expression they found told her that she had been noticed. A wry grin. It was a look Brie had seen several times, though never directed at her: Mary had known the whole time.
Brianna felt herself blush.
“So you like boobs now?” Mary said, grinning.
Brianna blushed harder. She wasn’t embarrassed that she liked boobs, she was embarrassed that she couldn’t keep herself under enough control to not be caught.
“Yeah… Chris and I both got the full change.” She paused before adding, “His boobs are actually even a bit bigger than yours.”
Mary tilted her head slightly and raised one eyebrow. “Really?”
Brianna nodded. “I… uh… seem to like very busty men.”
Mary’s eyebrow somehow got higher. “So, like, that guy.” She nodded in the direction of another table. “He’s cute, looks like your type.”
Brianna looked in the direction Mary had indicated. She immediately knew which guy she meant; he looked a bit like Chris, except in one area. He had boobs, but small ones. She was shocked at how much less attractive than Chris she found him. Last week it wouldn’t have been a very big difference. It wasn’t that she found Chris massively more attractive now, though she did think she was more attracted to him, it felt like not having big boobs actively made a man less attractive to her. It really brought home the changes to her preferences, she didn’t fully understand how strong her preference was until she saw someone who was so otherwise her type.
“Or, judging by your face… not really your type anymore?” Mary asked.
“Uh… apparently not. It’s like small boobs are anti-attractive, which really makes me feel a bit… inadequate.”
“Brie, you have great boobs, they’re not even small. As I’ve been telling you since high-school, and I’m sure Chris tells you.” Mary was bisexual, and always had been.
“Yeah, yeah. Says the girl with cleavage that causes traffic accidents.”
Mary stuck out her tongue. “You could too if you took your shirt off. I’ve seen you naked, you’re hot. If you weren’t straight I’d have tried to date you. Not everybody only likes big tits.”
This wasn’t the first time Mary had told her this to try to boost her confidence. It didn’t help as much as Mary seemed to think it should. The little voice of Brianna’s insecurity just told her Mary was only saying that. Never mind those times in high school getting changed for gym that Mary had been looking at her in much the way Brianna just realised she was looking at Mary’s boobs again. She pulled her eyes back up. “Uh… sorry… Still getting used to…”
“Don’t worry too much about it… I’m thinking of it as payback for all the times you’d just chat in the gym locker room with nothing on top and I’d be doing my best to pay attention and not stare at your chest.” Mary had leaned forward as she was speaking to make her cleavage a little more visible. Brianna just barely maintained eye contact. “I’m still getting used to boobs on men. It does feel weird as hell to like boobs on a guy… part of my brain just sort of rejects the idea, but I still feel it. I think I prefer busty guys too, which feels weird since I’ve never been very into big boobs.”
The rational part of Brianna’s mind was well aware that every woman Mary had ever asked out looked more like her than Mary. Unfortunately for Mary, her choices also seemed to share sexual orientation with Brianna too, so Mary had only had boyfriends. “Do you think it’s weirder for you or me to get used to liking boobs on men?”
“Oh, you for sure, Brie. I already knew how great boobs are, now I just have to get used to a new way to appreciate them. You’re experiencing it for the first time.”
“Feels uncomfortable when it’s another girl.”
“Hmm, I guess it would, for you. For me the hardest part has been getting used to the new parts. Especially the way it seems to have a mind of its own.”
“Oh, I agree! I feel like it’s turning me into a teenage boy! I’ve had six boners for no reason whatsoever since it happened, not to mention the ones that had a reason. It really doesn’t seem to take much to set it off and uh… for me they can be a challenge to hide, even in a skirt.”
Mary’s eyebrow went up again. “A challenge?”
Brianna felt herself start to blush. “Yeah… it’s huge, at least when it’s hard.”
“Well you’ve always wanted to be well endowed.”
Her blush deepened but she smiled. “Yeah… I’d be worried about being too well endowed if Chris didn’t love it.”
“He’s seen it?”
“Err, more than that. Right after the change we went to my room to measure him for a bra, and one thing led to another...”
“Ah… Really feeling like teenagers, then.”
“I guess so. It feels weird to have more than Chris down there, but he seemed to enjoy it, even though he said it almost didn’t fit.”
“Can’t say I’d feel the same way…”
“Yeah, me neither.” There was a lull in the conversation before Brianna spoke again. “How are you comfortable in those tight jeans? I’ve barely worn pants since the change, and panties are right out!”
“Eh, it’s not so bad, it’s a bit squished but I don’t think it’s any worse than wearing a sports bra. Maybe it’s different for us lesser dicked ladies. Men’s underwear is like the wood of the true cross right now. I got a few pairs of briefs on the day of, but everything is sold out everywhere, so I’ll be doing laundry often since I don’t have a boyfriend to steal from.”
“It’s perfectly normal sized at the moment, thank you! I never liked sports bras much either, and they at least are doing a job while they squeeze parts of me.”
“My jeans are doing a job, making my butt look good.”
Brianna rolled her eyes.
“They do have a new downside though, not much room if you get hard, you’re not the only one who’s had a problem hiding an awkwardly timed boner Brie.”
“You could wear more relaxed fit pants and do what Chris suggested I do and flip it up into the waistband. I’m pretty sure mine would show through my shirt if I ever tried it, you might have more success.”
“Bah!” Mary made a dismissive gesture. “It’s been too fun seeing guys glancing at the bulge to wear anything that could help me hide. Every guy has made it through high school without too much embarrassment, even when skinny jeans were in.”
Brianna sighed. “I don’t know how you can be so blasé about it being so visible.”
Mary shrugged. “Guys already understand, and women who don’t yet will eventually.”
Chris got into Sam’s car. She started it, and he felt the vibration through the seat, but it felt more than he was used to. He hadn’t been in a car since the change, and his vagina was partially against the seat. It didn’t feel like much, but he’d never had such a sensitive part against the seat of a car before. He could feel it in his labia, it wasn’t turning him on exactly, but he could also tell what kind of effects a vibrator might have on him. It made him hyper-aware of that part of him, after three days he had finally not been constantly aware of it, at least when just sitting, until he got into the car. Walking was a little different, without something to occupy his mind the still somewhat novel feeling of his labia moving slightly against each other as he walked brought the existence of his female parts to the fore of his awareness.
“So, excited to go bra shopping?”
“Not really… Still feels wrong, but I also need a good one. I’m starting to feel it in my back, not sore yet but I can tell it will be. Had to skip intramural basketball yesterday. It was awkward when they asked why over text and I had to explain it was due to boobs.”
Sam giggled.
“One said he had boobs and was still going to play. He didn’t drop it until I sent a picture.”
“We’ll find something that will let you play next week.”
“Not sure I’m gonna.”
“You OK, Chris?”
“I don’t know…” He sighed. “I don’t want to wear a bra. I don’t want to have tits bigger than any woman I’ve ever met, I don’t want boobs at all…” He paused. “I took your advice… about the dildo. I didn’t have the nerve to get a big one though.”
“It didn’t go well?”
“Uh… well, that was fine, but in the moment it brought out thoughts. I was imagining, sucking…”
“Ah.”
“I… well, it made me really uncomfortable. It just feels so… wrong to have these feelings.”
“I see. For the boobs, at least you could get a reduction.”
“I know… but part of me already feels like… they’re really mine. I know it’s going to be normal for guys to have boobs, imagining myself with smaller, or even back to no boobs already makes a little part of me not feel right. Besides… I really do like things about them, as you said… They kinda look good on me, and I definitely like how Brie reacts to them. I caught a few girls looking when I was walking around or in class, even walking up to the car I saw you looking. It felt good.” He looked down at his shirt, stretched tight over his bust. “They’re sensitive… in a good way… but for some reason they’re also a bit sore today.”
“Oh… you’re probably not going to like this.”
“What?”
“Might be a sign we should get you some tampons.”
“Oh. Dammit.” Chris sighed. “Feels like that bit has been taking over… I’ve been feeling weirdly horny, but mostly in the new bits. Weird thoughts, it doesn’t take much to rev it up… Like puberty all over again.”
“Well, it probably is exactly like that, think about it. We know our bodies changed to be what they would be like if the world always worked this way, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, at our age the theoretical you that always lived in a world like this can’t possibly have finished developing that long ago, so you basically are in the middle of your girl puberty. It’s not just boys that are full of hormones you know.”
“Yeah, yeah. I figured that out when we went camping together and you hadn’t had a boyfriend for a while.”
“It didn’t take much effort. You were just as single and pent up. I can’t believe we did that so many times.”
“We only went camping once.”
Sam laughed. “Have you told Brie that we…”
“Yeah… I told her we tried and it didn’t feel right.”
“Once I’m further along we probably shouldn’t spend the night alone together, I’d like to think we’ve both got more self control these days, but…”
“Yeah.” He paused for a moment. “How do you feel about changing?”
“I’m still not really sure, I can mostly ignore it so far, so it hasn’t fully sunk in for me. I’m only just far enough along changing to pee standing up… it’s actually a bit awkward to go sitting, it’s pretty small still.”
“Ah… I had that problem once when I really had to go after coming inside on a very cold day…”
Sam laughed. “I have a hard time imagining that.”
“You’ll find out.”
“I guess I will.”
“Are you worried?”
“More curious I think, and glad I don’t need new underwear yet. I was at a big box store yesterday and pretty much all the men’s underwear and bras were gone. You seem a lot more uncomfortable than when we talked on the phone.”
“Yeah… I dunno, I just feel… wrong, but also not, felt more wrong after the whole unwelcome fantasy thing. It just feels like the female parts are taking over a bit.”
“It’s a lot to deal with all at once. I know you well enough to know you’ll get through this. You’re still a man Chris, this doesn’t change that.”
Sam had put her finger right on what was actually bothering him. It felt unmanly. Liking dicks felt gay. He didn’t have a problem with gay guys, but he wasn’t one. It felt like this change was striking at parts of his identity that he didn’t realise he cared so much about, like his self-image was having a part of it torn down and replaced by something the opposite of what he felt should be there.
On the other hand, there was another part of him, a part that was already integrating this new reality into his view of himself. Busty, a little submissive in female mode. This part felt good about how his boobs looked. Sam had been right: he’d started noticing people staring more and had a few people talk to his chest. Screw social expectations of what was manly, what a man is had changed. A man can be busty now; fully grown men have vaginas now. Liking a woman’s penis was, by definition, not gay; it was part of being attracted to fully mature women.
“I know… but I can’t feel it just because I know it.”
“Yeah, twenty-one years of social conditioning doesn’t just go away in a few days. If it helps at all, your boobs don’t make you look at all feminine—if anything, they make your masculinity more apparent.”
Chris gave her a skeptical look. “Uh huh.”
“What? I mean it!”
Chris arrived back in his dorm room wearing a brand new bra and carrying two sports bras in a bag along with the one he had been wearing when he left. The new bra was much better. Far more support, his shoulders felt better already.
Sam had insisted that he try on almost every bra in his size they had in stock, and he got measured again. It almost wasn’t worth it. Almost. It was bad enough to have Brie measure him, but a stranger doing it made him feel so much more self-conscious. However, the woman knew her stuff and pointed him toward all the right bras. It was actually very comfortable and did a good job stopping his boobs from moving too much. It even seemed to help a bit with the boob soreness.
The only downside was it also did a good job lifting them, making their size even more obvious. The sports bras didn’t do that—in fact, they made him look smaller—but he didn’t think he’d enjoy feeling that confined when he wasn’t doing something that needed that level of control.
They had minimizer bras, but they weren’t as comfortable, and a small part of him liked how his boobs looked emphasised.
He flopped on his bed. This time he didn’t get hit in the face with his own tits. The bra was fantastic. He did, however, feel the tampon in his back pocket.
He sighed.
On the way home Sam had been determined to make sure he was prepared, to make sure Brie didn’t miss anything important in her talk and that Chris remembered it all. Pads, menstrual cups, tampons, panty liners.
Pads were probably out; his male equipment would get in the way of them being held closely enough to his body, and he wore boxer briefs, which didn’t offer a place for the flaps to wrap around. He’d immediately balked when she said menstrual cups were reusable. So tampons it was.
Since he had no idea what his body did at which part of his cycle there was no real way to tell how far off he was from needing them; he really hoped it would be when Brie was around to help him. His worry that it would be soon made him paranoid about every time he could feel what both Brie and Sam had assured him was normal discharge. Discharge, he shuddered; there were, he was rapidly learning, many more gross things about female parts than he had known.
It all made him wish that if humans had to have this second puberty thing he wasn’t at the end of it, then it wouldn’t be all at once. He’d have had the chance to learn about dealing with feminine hygiene before he actually had to do it. A more gradual introduction to his boobs. A chance to get used to the idea that he was going to have these new parts. But those weren’t the cards he was dealt.
It happened on a Wednesday. First, information was gently inserted into everyone’s mind, information about what would soon occur.
Going forward, people between approximately the ages of eighteen and twenty-five would undergo a sort of second puberty: they would develop into fully functional hermaphrodites. The majority of people will have this hermaphrodation occur between twenty-one and twenty-three, with only about five per cent having it occur before twenty.
For males, this would take the form of developing breasts, loss of chest hair above the bottom of the rib cage, a slight widening of the pelvis and the growth of a second reproductive system, a female one. This process generally takes six months, though breast development may continue sporadically well into one’s late twenties.
For females, the main physical changes would be mainly limited to simply developing their male reproductive system, with few or no other visible changes. Development of the male reproductive system generally takes only three to four months for females.
These, however, are only the most common outcomes, and the tail of possibilities is long. For instance, it is entirely possible, for example, for a male to end up with an entirely feminine appearance by the end of this second major sexual development period. Or the opposite for someone born female, or anything in between. A person’s desires can have an influence on this, for example, a closeted trans woman is more likely to end up with a feminine appearance. These outliers may take a year or more to fully change into their new appearance. Though the majority of people do follow the rules above.
The last thing that changes is sexual preferences, those attracted to men gain an interest in breasts on men. Everyone gains new urges and reflexes related to their new parts and mostly gains an interest in the parts they were formally uninterested in. These are again generalisations, other outcomes are possible, rarely some may find their orientation changing, some may become bi, others may go from straight to gay, or the opposite, such cases would be rare.
Everyone ends up with a dual libido, that is, it is possible to be aroused with only one’s male parts, or only one’s female parts. In fact, at some point, their body will “lock in” to one or the other, releasing a pheromone signal that will cause their partner to “lock in” to the opposite. Once someone locks into female “mode”, their male parts would pull almost entirely into their body to get them out of the way, much the same way they do in the cold.
The change that came was that everyone in the world would be altered as if this had always been the case, so those over twenty-five would all rapidly change into the hermaphroditic version of themselves, and those between eighteen and twenty-five would land at some level of development of their new characteristics.
The warning given also included information that, at least in this initial change, people’s relationships would be taken into account. So it would mostly avoid leaving those in love unattracted to their partner.
Remi sat and nursed his wine, digesting the fact that he had struck out with another woman.
He had come to Paris in hopes that its reputation for romance would help him. It had not. The information about the coming change had given him hope. Perhaps if he got big breasts, like the woman across the café, he would stand out more and have a better chance.
He felt a strange pressure on his chest. Ah, it begins! He felt a rapid surge of weight and began to hope that his secret wish was being granted. Then there was a strange sensation, a pulling sensation in his groin, behind his balls, a strange sensation in his guts. He noticed his pants start to tighten around his hips as his pelvis changed shape; they shifted from a relaxed fit to tight on his butt. He felt the strange sensation of his new parts between his legs. It was a strange thing. He shifted slightly in his seat and sensed the effects. Some of his newly-acquired parts slipped past other parts, even inside himself.
As the growth of his breasts subsided, he could feel the heavy fullness on his chest, the motion as he shifted slightly, the new tightness of his shirt. It filled him with hope. He looked down and was disappointed: these were not the large breasts he hoped would make him stand out. He glanced around the room at the other men. Sure, they were by no means small, even noticeably above average. But a bit above average would not give him the eye of ladies as he walked into a room. He despaired.
Julie sat watching Remi. She had seen him leave another woman’s table in obvious disappointment. She had seen the rapid growth of his breasts and felt new feelings of… interest in them. He had been decent looking, to begin with, but the way his breasts sat—perky, plump, so round, and with no support—they were stunning breasts. She understood things about what makes a bust nice that she would never have thought about before. Her own were significantly larger than his—but, in her mind, not as magnificent. They sagged slightly because of their size; his were full and firm. She found herself staring at him, giving him a second and third look, not just at his chest, but all of him. The addition enhanced his look and made him all the more attractive to her. As much as she looked at him, she could not stop her eyes from returning to his chest. She found herself crossing the café, approaching his table, doing her best to ignore the strange sensations of her own newly formed parts and the lack of room in her underwear.
“Bonsoir, is this seat taken?”
Remi looked up, seeing the woman of his dreams speaking to him. As he lifted his gaze his eyes passed up her body, and he felt himself pause on the new bulge in her pants. This too felt strange, it was, he found, not an unwelcome sight, in fact, part of him very much liked it.
He was aghast but managed to answer.
“No, no, by all means.”
A conversation began; they were enchanted, and everything clicked. Both had trouble not looking at the other's chest. At one point, they both looked at the same time and caught each other as they looked up and broke into laughter. They talked and talked until the café closed for the evening.
Lucy sat at the table waiting for her date. They had been texting for over two months after meeting online. She was falling for him even over text: however, they lived just far enough apart that it took long enough to drive to mean any date needed to be planned. They had both been busy and this was the first time they both had a free evening. As a result of the change earlier in the day, she’d had a very busy afternoon and had been unable to check in with him. At 24 it was very likely he’d changed too… so it should be OK, at least she hoped.
Still, she fretted about what the change might have brought for James. The nerves got to her, not just first date jitters but the change being so new it brought her a whole set of new things to worry about. What if he’d come out looking feminine… she didn’t think she’d gained an interest in women, or he’d been turned gay by it…
“Oh, there she is. Thank you.”
She looked up and saw James had just finished talking to the host. He quickly walked over and sat across from her. He looked exactly the same as he did in the pictures. No breasts. Her blood ran cold. He hadn’t changed.
“So…” James said, he sat down, “Crazy stuff with the change, huh?”
“Yeah…”
“Are you OK? You sound… worried.”
She took a deep breath and mentally prepared herself. “I… changed.”
“Ah.”
“Are you… OK with that?”
“I… think so. I wasn’t thinking anything was going to happen tonight…”
“Yeah, but you didn’t change and… it takes months…”
“Right… uh… If you’re OK with me, um, not doing anything with your new bits until… I’m into it, I think I’m OK.”
Relief washed over her, she felt herself relax, he liked her enough to be OK with this!
“There is one other thing…”
She stiffened again.
“Sorry I’m being awkward, I just feel weird talking about this in public, and on a first date.” He paused for a moment, “I’m not… totally unchanged, I, well there’s a bit of the start of things showing… down below.”
“Oh!”
The waiter chose that moment to arrive to take their drinks order. After placing it they were both silent for a few minutes before James spoke.
“So, you’re still attracted to me even though I don’t have...” He very obviously glanced at her chest.
“Err… mostly? I obviously don’t have much experience with what I, um, like yet, but I don’t think I’m picky about uh… bust size. How… did you think to check that you were part, well, changed?”
“I just… felt something weird when everyone else changed and had a little look when I was getting changed to come hare, I needed a hand mirror to see. I can’t really feel it right now, I only felt something shift when the change happened. What’s it like for you?”
“Feels weird as hell, none of my undies fit comfortably, there’s a reason I’m wearing a long dress.”
His eyes went wide. “So, you’re… going commando?”
“Didn’t have much choice, all my undies really don’t have room, at all, like things spilt out.”
“Ah.” He paused. “I seriously wish the, uh, whatever it was more specific about timelines. I do feel a bit weird about you having a, you know… I think it’d be easier if I were into it…”
“Believe me, it’s weird for me too. Thinking about actually using it weirds me out, as did seeing a guy who had changed for the first time… It feels so weird to, well feel that way about boobs.”
“I wonder when what I like will change, before or after the new equipment is ready? I kinda hope sooner.”
“Really?”
“Well only because of what you’ve got…”
She felt herself blush and felt arousal in both her parts. She steered the conversation away from that topic and by the time their drinks arrived they were chatting like the world hadn’t radically changed and she felt almost normal. She had a lovely time.
Vanessa thought about the last three months since the change. She hadn’t changed on that day, despite being 28. Her husband did. At first, they were both uncomfortable with the new situation. He hadn’t changed much visibly if he had clothes on. His breasts were very modest, just enough to show through a loose shirt, his hips hadn’t noticeably widened. She was fine with that.
It took some convincing to get him to be around her naked again. She was still attracted to him, it helped that she was a tad Bi. At first, he did everything in his power to avoid his female sexuality, so even after getting him into bed a week after the change it was mostly normal. Then came the lead-up to his first period, his female libido was thrown into overdrive.
The whole time was a lot for both of them. Her doing her best to help him learn what he needed to know about his brand-new parts and trying to get used to having “lesbian” sex. She’d never been with a woman. It was awkward like they were teenagers doing it for the first time again.
Once they got past the initial awkwardness it became fascinating to her how differently he responded to female arousal, to her touch while he was in female mode. The way he moved, it was sometimes like a woman had possessed him. When he was on that part of his cycle he even started walking a bit more feminine, swaying his hips. It became very easy for her to tell when he was female horny.
He also got much, much better at foreplay on her as he got more familiar with his own female parts, better at getting her going, and much better with his fingers.
She had joined a study on the change as a subject after her doctor examined her. They obviously wanted to know what was different about her. It turned out she wasn’t alone, though there weren’t many like her, only 1 in 500000 people. They sequenced her entire genome as part of the study, it turned out that everyone who had not changed shared a genetic marker. Effectively she had a rare developmental disorder that would have prevented hermaphrodation if that had existed when she was the right age, at least that was the theory the scientists told her. She worried about her kids; would they be like her? Would it cause them social problems?
For her hiding that she hadn’t changed was easy, just don’t mention it, but her son… would he have trouble dating in university?
Dr Theodore Davis shifted uncomfortably in the chair, he felt the slight movement reflected in his breasts, still, after three days he was still very strongly aware of their motion. They weren’t especially large, but they still jiggled, despite the bra his wife had insisted he wear. The reporter interviewing him had finished the question, something about if he knew how the change was possible. He didn’t enjoy interviews, but his position meant he had to give them.
“No, I’m afraid I have no idea how it happened. Nor does anyone else. However, it’s the most exciting thing to occur in my entire career, it means there’s more we don’t know than we ever thought! Did you know that there were several reports of male doctors who thought to stand on their office’s scales while they changed, and they reported that as their breasts grew their weight increased? As a physicist, this is evidence that things we thought were rock solid, are not. Conservation of mass? Perhaps not! Perpetual motion? Might be on the table. Though none of that means much if we can’t find any of how our current theories are wrong, all we know right now is that they are.”
“Do you have any idea where to start?”
“None whatsoever! Maddening, isn’t it? Clear evidence that we’ve clearly missed something very significant in our understanding of the universe, but we can’t recreate it to study it. We’ll have to hope one of the many ongoing experiments shows some unusual data. Maybe one of the neutrino detectors or something. We’re checking data from every instrument that might have been turned on at the time in my lab. I expect every other lab is doing the same. I’m somewhat jealous of biologists, they at least have a general idea of where to start looking to update their field after this, we in physics don’t have much to go on in terms of where to look.”
“Are you upset that you’ve been wrong all this time?”
“Not at all! Science is all about what we know now. Throughout my career, I have been wrong many times, about what the result of an experiment would be, about mathematics and all kinds of things. For example, at the beginning of the twentieth century it was becoming clear that much of what was thought about physics wasn’t quite right. From that time, we got Relativity and Quantum Mechanics. This is much bigger! It’s clear we’re more wrong than we thought possible! Now we’re left to figure out what is more correct! Nobel Prizes will go to whoever makes even a small step toward finding that. Just the tiniest thread to pick at could be the discovery of the decade!”
Clara had been working from home when the warning came. The first thing she did was check the internet to verify she wasn’t losing her mind, after seeing mentions of the strange mental warning popping up she sat back in her chair and stared at the ceiling.
There were still ten minutes before the actual event if she remembered the time the warning gave correctly. At 27, she was going to change the fast way, and she wasn’t at all sure how she felt about that. In ten minutes she’d have a dick, she’d like boobs, and there would eventually come a time when she was pleased to find only a wet vagina ready between her partner’s legs.
She couldn’t imagine it. She was very much straight, she knew generally what made a woman attractive to men, but it didn’t really seem real to her. Her fiancé, Oliver, told her she was attractive, but she didn’t see it: she was chubby. He told her he liked her as she was and that the little extra she carried had accumulated in areas exaggerating her natural hourglass shape; she didn’t get it, it was so foreign to her.
She sighed and stood from her chair and headed to their bedroom. If she was going to change, she wanted to see it happen. To that end, upon reaching the room, she closed the door so she could use the full-length mirror on its back and took off her jeans and undies.
A quick glance at her watch told her that it wouldn’t be much longer, so she stood, feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, wearing nothing but a white tank top and a comfortable bra, staring at the mirror image of the space between her legs, waiting.
Then it began. She saw a little nub form above the top of her vulva, and it started growing surprisingly quickly; the head formed, and two little other nubs formed attached to it. Then there was a moment of discontinuity like the world had skipped a beat, she felt something strange, and her gaze went up to her own chest. She felt very odd, noticing things about her own body in a way she had never done before.
By the time she managed to clear her head and get her attention back down to her crotch, the changes were done. She could feel the weight of it, already semi-erect, hanging off of her. She had been expecting that.
Then her mind caught up with how she had been feeling about looking at herself. She was attracted to her own reflection. Her own boobs, large and full, hanging made a beautiful shape, the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. It was like she had never seen a woman before…
She was into women now.
She was on the edge of panic, floating in a semi-detached state of mind, staring at her own reflection. Imagining it wasn’t her, just different enough to be someone else and she felt arousal. The new male arousal, a surge of pressure inside her new dick as it hardened a little more. The old familiar female arousal, a little warmth, a little wetness.
She tore her gaze away from her own reflection, closed her eyes and took a breath. She pictured her fiancé. Still attractive… but something was missing. She mentally added boobs, and that did it, she wondered how big his were….
She stopped again and breathed. She was bisexual now. She had not expected that. She pushed down her discomfort with the idea. She didn’t like it. It wasn’t her, she wasn’t… Not that she had a problem with bi people… just that she wasn’t.
She had to do something to take her mind off things. She walked back to her computer, doing her best to ignore the strange sensation of her new member bobbing around as she walked, its mostly erect length sticking out in front of her, her new testicles moving and pulling as her legs moved.
She sat down and attempted to concentrate on her work.
It didn’t go well.
She started browsing the internet.
Before long she found herself looking at pictures. Pictures of women. Seeing them in ways she never had before. It was deeply uncomfortable and utterly fascinating. She couldn’t stop. From skimming a social feed she moved on to nudes. As she went, she learned what types of figures she liked and didn’t, what breast size and shape she preferred; she learned her type.
A little chubby. The little extra carried in certain areas that enhance a natural hourglass shape. Curvy and quite busty.
Oliver found himself in the office washroom when the change occurred, just washing his hands. It was a single occupancy one, with a locking door, one toilet, one urinal, and a sink with a mirror above it. Ungendered. Which was fortunate for him.
He stared at his reflection in shock. A woman looked back at him: she looked very much like a sister he didn’t have, but wearing his clothes and having his haircut. She was his height, around 5’10” by comparison to the things in the room around her.
Her shirt was pulled tight across her very ample chest, the buttons straining, little gaps forming where he could just see skin. He could feel a lot of weight on his own chest, his own shirt felt much too tight there too. The woman in the mirror was also washing her hands; the position combined with the size of her breasts meant that she was just slightly squeezing them together with her upper arms. He could feel his own arms touching part of his chest.
The shirt was fairly loose around her waist, though; it wasn’t clear how she was shaped there, but it was hinted at, a narrow waist hidden by a men’s shirt designed not to taper that much. It had come untucked in the front, her bust not leaving enough length there to provide enough friction to keep it in. His chest felt compressed, and his shirt seemed to constrict, at least part of it, the lower half felt baggy and hanging, and the front no longer touched his stomach.
Her pants were much too tight on her hips, and the waistband sat low on them. She had wide hips and the way her pants were being pulled tight made it obvious she had a fair bit of butt. He could feel his own pants squeezing his pelvis, straining against his butt, the now loose waistband, fallen a little, sitting lower than it had.
The rest of the woman in the mirror was hidden below the sink.
He stood there for quite some time, frozen, water running over his hand in the sink, staring at the woman in the mirror.
Clara was startled out of staring at a video of a woman bouncing her boobs by her phone. It was a text notification. It took her a moment to get out of the fascinated mindset. She was aware of the unfamiliar sensation of an erection between her legs, along with the familiar warm sensation of female arousal. She was still naked below the waist so it was unconstrained and not uncomfortable, just strange. There was another notification, rapidly followed by another, and then a third. The messages were from Oliver.
“This is a text because I want to tell you what happened before… well it’ll probably be obvious.”
“I know everybody changed… I changed a bit more. I… I don’t know what to say… I’ll just send you a picture of me.”
The picture was of a woman that looked like she could be Oliver’s sister, sitting in what appeared to be Oliver’s car, wearing the clothes Oliver had left for work wearing that day. She couldn’t help noticing how tight the shirt was over her breasts, how the buttons strained, and the gaps that opened between them on some of the tightest areas. She could almost see the side of one of those breasts through the gap pulled open between buttons, but there was enough shadow to obscure things. The looser part of the shirt below her breasts suggested the shadow of an hourglass figure and a small tummy, but also obscured it.
“I’ll… understand if you want to call off our engagement.”
She stared at her phone for a few minutes. That was Oliver? Initially, she thought it might be a prank, but he would never do that… Then it clicked. This was why she’d become bisexual in the change. It took their relationship into account to keep her attracted to Oliver. Whatever “it” was.
She called him.
“Hello?” A decidedly feminine voice, obviously tense and upset. It had a warm, deep, resonant sound, even through the phone.
“Oliver?”
“Yeah…”
“Are you OK?”
“I… don’t know.”
“I’m… I’m not breaking up with you.”
“I… but you’re… straight?”
“Not as of…” she glanced at the time on her computer, “an hour and a half ago, I seem to be bi now, and uhm… from the picture, you’re still my type, like, very my type. I… You have nice…” She stopped herself: now was not a good time to compliment his breasts, “Err, anyway, uh, does that help you feel better?”
“I… don’t know, I’m still kind of stunned, I’m feeling a bit… numb I guess, I can’t… process it. When it happened, I was washing my hands in the washroom and I just froze up and stared at myself in the mirror until someone noticed I’d been gone for almost an hour and Kayla knocked on the door. Once she saw me… she said I could go home for the day since… well…”
“Ah, are you OK to drive? You… sound a bit out of it still.”
“I… don’t know…”
“That means you aren’t. I’ll get a taxi or something and drive you home. We can talk and work through how you feel once we’re there.”
The call ended. Clara would be here in a moment; she had been dropped off on the street on the other side of the building.
Oliver sat in the car, suddenly more aware of all the things about his body that were different. The weight of his breasts, the tightness of his shirt around them, the way his butt felt against the seat. A million little things. His butt was bigger, his hips wider, his gut smaller (presumably much of that was under him now), his waist narrower. Before now, he was distracted enough by talking to Clara that he could ignore the strangeness; before that, he’d simply been mentally overwhelmed by the simple idea of what had happened to him and he hadn’t really noticed much of anything. He sat just experiencing the strangeness until he saw Clara come around the building. There was only a walkway separating his car from the building and he was at the end of the row near the corner that she had just rounded, so she was only a few meters away.
He turned to get out; his boobs’ movement lagged behind the motion of his torso and then they overshot and swayed, pulling on his chest and shoulders. He felt the way his nipples slid against his shirt as his boobs moved around inside it, the way they felt a little restrained by the tight fabric.
His wider hips forced him to move in a slightly different arc as he turned because of the extra distance from the centre of his body to the seat back. His pants were uncomfortable because they were far too tight on his wider hips and bigger butt. He'd pulled them up a bit, and tightened his belt, after coming out of his stupor, but they couldn’t go all the way up and still didn’t move properly. He’d even felt them almost give out when he sat down in the car.
As he leaned forward to start getting out, he felt his boobs move again, their pull on him changing direction. As he began to stand, he also felt strange: his centre of gravity was different, and it was making everything he did involving balance feel off. Coming out on one foot, he could feel the effects of the change in the shape of his pelvis affecting how he moved; it was hard to pin down exactly what was different, only that it was. His other foot followed, and he stood.
He took a step to the side so he could close the car door; he felt an extra sway in his hip just lifting his foot. The extra width of his hips just made it happen. More motion in his bust.
He saw Clara looking at him. Her eyes had gone straight to his chest, then down his body and back up, stopping for a moment on his chest again finishing looking at his face. It was obvious from the way her expression changed as she looked that she liked what she saw. He felt a tension leave him; part of him couldn’t really believe that she was attracted to him still, but even that part couldn’t deny the evidence before him.
She hadn’t stopped walking and had now reached him, almost immediately pulling him into a hug. He returned it, but the experience was strange. She was only around an inch shorter than him, so their boobs squished together, he’d always liked the sensation of her boobs pushed against him. With his own added in it still felt nice, but the feeling of his own boobs squishing was odd, though pleasant. He also thought he could just feel her new parts against him, but he couldn’t be sure with her jeans and his slacks between them.
He felt the little bit of arousal he normally felt when she hugged him, not much, but along with it came a new arousal. The arousal of his new half. It was just a little increased warmth down there, but it brought the area to the centre of his attention. He was acutely aware of it now: his labia against each other, the entire vaginal canal touching itself, the slight constant normal wetness. This new part of him wanted to push his hips against her, to see if that sensation of her new anatomy was real, while another part of him wanted to pretend she was still only female and forget that he had female parts.
“Ollie. Let’s get you home…”
The drive was mostly uneventful, Clara had tried to get Oliver to talk, but he was still quite mixed up. It didn’t take Clara very long to decide to just give him some time since he mostly gave short non-answers to questions.
He had also been distracted by how it felt to ride in a car now. The seat belt sort of supported his left breast as it passed from between them to underneath it, but not very much, and it pushed down a little on his right. The edges of it dug into his soft breast flesh through the thin material of his shirt. He felt every bump, a bump on both wheels sent his breasts bouncing, even if only just a little bit. If a bump only hit one side of the car they swayed. Each one moved a little differently because of the seat belt. He felt bumps he’d never ever noticed on all the hundreds of times he’d driven this road home from work. His new filled-out butt beneath him felt strange too. It added a little cushion, but he also felt his body bounce just a tiny bit on it with some of the larger bumps in the road. It was so like sitting on a pillow, but also entirely different because the pillow was part of him. He even felt a little bit of some vibration in the car in his new vagina. Like all the other things he was feeling, someone born with these parts, like Clara, probably would never notice any of them.
He tried to focus his attention on anything but his body, but there were so many sensations that were entirely unfamiliar: the car would hit a bump or Clara would slow down, and the slight vibration would change. It was always something bringing his attention back to how his body felt, and he would notice all of them again.
As she drove, Clara was strongly aware of the new parts between her legs. After Oliver called, she’d been too focused on him to really notice her own body. She shifted in the seat, her legs further apart than she was used to; it made working the pedal feel a little strange.
She glanced over at Ollie; the car hit a bump and his boobs bounced, just a small jiggle but more than enough to get her attention. She pulled her eyes back to the road ahead. It brought to mind watching him get out of the car as she was walking toward it. She hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him then. He was stunning, curvy in all the right ways to her new preferences. She remembered the way her new parts had responded when she hugged him: her penis stiffening, straining against her underwear, her first experience with that sensation. She felt it happening again, a little pressure inside. She shifted in her seat again as the head began to push against her underwear. She’d been having a lot more sexual thoughts since changing—and it seemed it didn’t take much to get her new penis started. An errant thought and she felt the blood rush down there; it would swell a little, not really harden. If she didn’t stop herself, it would keep filling.
She focussed on the road.
The elevator slowed. He felt his boobs shift as their upward momentum made them a little lighter for a moment, then they jiggled a little as the elevator fully stopped and they experienced the full force of gravity again. He was glad no one else had gotten in on their trip up from the parking garage. Clara stepped out and he followed, feeling his boobs bounce in time with his steps and his butt doing its own slight jiggle with every footfall and stopping as the muscle underneath the fat contracted to pull him forward.
Finally, the door to the apartment closed behind him. He felt anchored. This familiar place gave him something to attach his identity to, It was his space—well, his and Clara’s.
She was standing there looking at him, obvious concern on her face, but he could also see her eyes drifting to his chest; they didn’t linger, but it was obvious she had to put some effort in to stop herself from staring.
For the first time since this started, he actually looked at her. She was the same, mostly, his fiancée as he expected her to be, except for one thing. Her jeans were tight; the bulge in the front of them was obvious. He felt a lot of things about that. A new part of him thought it looked good, liked it even. It felt a bit like looking at her breasts in that it was attractive, but also very different. It brought thoughts. How big was it? What did it look like? In the back of his mind, he realised he had preferences about those things; he tried to ignore those thoughts because he was in no way ready for them. His eyes ran up her body, letting his gaze linger on her breasts for a moment; they still looked fantastic. Another anchor. He looked at her face, she still looked concerned.
He took a deep breath. His shirt squeezed his breasts tighter as he did. He tugged at the bottom of the shirt and then on his pants. The slacks were tight on his butt and hips, the tension pulling them against his crotch. He was sure his own bulge was quite visible.
“Are you OK, Ollie?”
“I… still don’t know, I just feel so strange.” His voice, another strange thing. He tugged on his clothing again.
“Maybe if you… put on something with a looser fit you’ll feel a bit more natural?”
“It’s worth a shot.”
“Uh… My clothes should fit you pretty well now…”
He gave her a look.
“I know Ollie, but it’s true. I left the track pants I was wearing before I came to get you on the bed, they should be comfortable.”
Clara watched Oliver walk into the bedroom. His hips swayed in a slightly strange way; it wasn’t a feminine walk, but it was a lot more movement than a man would have. His first few steps were much more masculine, then he held his upper body more plumb, letting his hips sway more, though he moved his arms out to counterbalance more than a woman normally would, probably in an effort to cut down on how much he needed to move his hips. It was strange seeing him move; it was a combination of Oliver’s mannerisms with something off. Seeing what, to her, looked like a woman move almost like Oliver was a little unsettling. The slacks had been cut for narrower hips, sized for a man with a smaller butt stretched tight across his. She couldn’t help but notice it. Round, a little soft, very feminine. His shirt was tucked in, and now that she could see the full length of his body, the hinted-at curves hidden by his shirt were more obvious. She loved it, it was still a bizarre experience for her to be attracted to a female figure, but Oliver’s body seemed to be built to her new preferences—or perhaps her preferences were built to his body?
She pushed down on those feelings. It wouldn’t do Oliver any favours to see her with a hard-on right now. She waited, her mind still going over her own identity. She wasn’t straight anymore. That was still a shock— nothing compared to what Oliver was going through, she was sure, but it was still a shift in how she thought of herself. All the things she had been looking at, it still felt so alien to look at a woman and feel attraction and arousal and to be distracted by breasts and curves. With Oliver, she felt a little less uncomfortable about it just knowing that was still her fiancé in that body, and the fact that his mannerisms were still the same, at least mostly, helped. It was weird watching a woman stand like Oliver. His walk was still obviously his, despite the extra sway that his new hips caused. She hoped he wouldn’t try to change those things.
She glanced at the clock. It had been almost 15 minutes since Oliver had gone into their bedroom; She decided to check on him to see if he needed help.
She knocked on the door. There was no response. She knocked again and waited. Still nothing.
“I’m coming in.”
She opened the door to find Oliver standing naked. It was obvious he’d been staring at himself in the mirror on the back of the door. Clara found herself looking him up and down.
She noticed all the things that had been obscured by his clothes before, his waist was about the same as hers perhaps a little smaller, he still had a little bit of a tummy, and his hips were wider, though not a lot; she could only really tell because she had been standing in almost the same spot when the change came. His breasts were notably bigger and a bit perkier, sufficiently larger that they definitely wouldn’t be sharing bras. He was stunning, and she felt her arousal rising, and along with it, another part of her.
Oliver got undressed standing beside the bed. It had taken some effort: his shirt was so tight across his bust that he had trouble getting a couple of the buttons to undo. It was impressive that none of them had come off. It was amazing how differently the shirt fit; before, it had been comfortable but a little less loose than he’d like over his gut. Now there was plenty of room in his middle, but that wasn’t where his excess weight was any more. His pants hadn’t fared so well as his shirt; he’d had to almost peel them off his hips and thighs, the seam having actually burst in a few places on his butt. These were clothes he’d never be wearing again without a sharp implement being involved in alterations, either to him or the clothes. The boxer briefs he had on still fit OK, he was at the bottom of the size range before, so when his butt filled out they had plenty of stretch to accommodate him, and they weren’t even uncomfortable.
He looked over his shoulder at the mirror and saw himself. The reflection he saw felt strange: it was for him both “the woman in the mirror” and him. The part of him that saw “the woman” thought “she” was very attractive, even a little bit more than Clara. Bustier, and a little curvier, her butt a little bigger and rounder, thicker. He turned to face the mirror and took a few steps toward it, constantly aware of his breasts; their weight and the little bounce they did with each step. His vagina permeated his awareness, his legs moving causing slight movements inside it, little sensations whose novelty made them far larger in his perception. His new butt had a motion of its own.
He stared at his reflection again. He was astounded that it was him. He was still a little overweight, but almost all of the extra had moved around, before the change he’d carried almost all of it in his gut, now it was mostly in his breasts, his butt, and on his hips, pushing what would have already been a strong hourglass figure further. He was amazed at how much his own type his body had turned out to be, so similar to Clara's.
“If I have to look like a woman, at least I look good,” he thought, it didn’t help much.
Looking like a woman. What was he? In his head, he was still a man, but nobody looking at him would think so. He didn’t hate that idea nearly as much as he thought he should. It felt strange that people would see him as a woman, but not totally wrong. Was he trans? He didn’t think so: he’d never wanted to be a woman, and he wasn’t unhappy with being a man. What did that make him? He didn’t have answers; he put the questions out of his mind.
He brought his hands up and cupped his boobs from underneath, lifting them. He felt their weight come off his shoulders as more of it was taken up by his hands. It was a bizarre feeling. He let them drop a little and slid his hands along the surface of his breasts. As they got closer to his nipples he felt a new sensitivity. It was pleasurable, surprisingly so; he felt his nipples stiffen, and then his fingers reached his nipple and slipped over it. He gasped, his feminine voice surprising him again. A wash of pleasure, a surge of arousal, mostly female arousal.
It hit him like a truck: as he’d been looking at himself he’d been getting turned on. Both halves of him, but the female half much more so. He felt a bead of moisture run down the inside of a leg. He was dripping wet. There was a lot of warmth between his legs; there was a throbbing, pulsing feeling and something else he couldn’t place: a new sensation, an ache, a need.
The door opened. Clara came in; He saw her look his body up and down. He looked at her, it felt a little strange, he could feel his female half’s reaction to her body, that part of him liked all the same parts of her as his male half, but it felt a little different. He felt his female libido rise further: it seemed much stronger than his original, it pushed his gaze, it wanted to look at her bulge. He resisted, but as happens to most people, his libido won—just not the libido he was used to. He looked.
As he watched, she got hard. At first, there was just a bit of bulge, a lump under her jeans, and then a little movement. Soon he could tell where the tip of her penis was, pushing against the jeans, moving down as she got harder and her penis lengthened, then pushing more and more against the fabric, straining to stand, to point out.
That was enough. He felt it happen: the male arousal he had been feeling vanished, and the female version ascended in his awareness. The throb and ache in his vagina intensified. He felt empty and needy. He gasped and then moaned, just softly; it was an intensely feminine sound, it felt strange to know it came from him, but not bad. He heard Clara make a sound somewhere between a gasp and a grunt; he was pretty sure he knew what caused it.
He hadn’t stopped looking; she was hard enough that he could very clearly see where the tip of her penis was. He liked it, or at least it was pleasurable to look at; it felt utterly bizarre to feel that way about that sight. An idea popped unbidden into his mind of himself riding her, her dick filling him up, and the empty sensation between his legs intensified and became almost a need. He pulled his gaze away, up to her face. Her face was slightly flushed; he couldn’t tell if it was caused by embarrassment, arousal, or both.
She spoke. “I, uh, came in to check on you… it had been a while.” Her eyes were a little low, obviously looking at his chest. It felt strange; her obvious attraction to his body felt good and reassuring, but the fact that she was looking at his boobs felt off—not quite wrong, but he wasn’t comfortable with it. The way Clara looked at him now felt more like a man looking at a woman. It had a different character to it.
He felt overwhelmed—by his new body, by the new sensations, and by having a female libido. He couldn’t process all of this. He hadn’t had time. He didn’t know how he felt about all of it. The only feelings he was sure of were the simple ones, attraction, arousal, and need.
“I got distracted looking at myself.” He made a decision. “I…” Give in and sort out his feelings later, just go with it. “I want you.”
Clara had looked away, and now her gaze snapped back to him. “What?”
“I want to ride you.”
“I… are you sure? You were just so out of it with shock…”
"I don't know how I feel about this,” He gestured to his body, “but I know how my body feels." He paused. "I know how my pussy feels. Empty. Please I need you to fill me. Seeing you be attracted to me makes me feel more like myself. Sex is… more. I’ve never been so horny before, it’s like my female half… has a much stronger sex drive… maybe it does. I…"
“OK, Ollie, if that’s what you want. I can’t exactly deny being turned on too. This thing makes it pretty obvious.”
“Are you sure you’re OK with this?”
“No… I haven’t really internalized that you’re you, so it feels like I’m about to cheat on you.” She pulled her shirt off, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra, “being attracted to women feels weird as hell and a little wrong. it’s messing with my head, but I love you,” she undid her pants, “more than anything, and if you want this dick…” She tried to dramatically drop her pants and underwear; her pants fell but she only just got the waistband of the boxer briefs below her balls. She continued anyway. “I’m going to give it to you! I’m going to do my best to make you feel amazing.”
Oliver managed to keep from laughing. He couldn’t help but notice how much he liked the way she looked with a hard-on. He wanted to play with it. He found himself staring at her for a moment, and then something occurred to him.
“Are those my underwear?”
She flushed a bit. “Yeah… mine… aren’t exactly comfortable with this thing, even when it isn’t sticking straight out. I didn’t think you’d mind.” She finished undressing as she was speaking.
“I don’t, I’m just surprised you didn’t say anything since we were on the phone while you were getting dressed.”
“I didn’t want to bring up what was between my legs… I thought you’d rather not hear about it.”
“You were probably right.”
“So…” She looked at him.
He stepped over to her and pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. He felt her erection poke him, just around where his penis had pulled inside him, their boobs squishing together. As they kissed they pushed their bodies closer together, and the tip of her penis slid up his body as the space between them disappeared. Held tightly against her he could feel the full length of it against him.
In the back of his mind he was thinking if he had gone up on his tiptoes could he have gotten her inside him? It made him aware of just how much his sexuality was different from what he was used to and how strong the desire he felt was.
Her penis against his body made him all the more aware of his desire, and the sensation of emptiness between his legs.
At first, Clara felt deep guilt, she had pushed it down. This was Ollie; she wasn’t cheating. She had to keep reminding herself of that fact but a little less often as her arousal took more of her thought.
Clara felt the tip of her penis against Oliver. It gave her an urge to push closer, a desire to be inside him. He was pulling her towards the bed even as they continued to embrace. They turned them and they landed on the bed, with her beneath him. They adjusted positions so that he straddled her, her penis resting between his butt cheeks. She reached up and started to play with his boobs; he moaned softly in response. She loved the way they felt in her hands: the weight, the softness, his nipples poking her palms as her hands passed over them. She loved watching them move and squish as she squeezed and pushed them. No wonder Ollie loved playing with hers so much, which he had started doing.
His moans were incredible to listen to; the fact that she was causing them turned her on. She found she loved Oliver’s new voice, particularly when it was making those sounds.
Clara let one hand slide down his body. She was going to make sure he had a good time and that he got a good first impression of his new parts. She let her thumb brush against his clit, which caused him to gasp and reflexively squeeze her boobs. It was so strange seeing him like this and being attracted to his new body; with him in female mode, it was remarkable how much he looked like a “normal” woman. She let her thumb run down his labia, along the inside of them, picking up some of the fluid for lubrication, then she slid back up to his clit and gently rubbed it through the hood. Oliver moaned. Clara was shocked at how much she was enjoying this, how hot it was.
Oliver couldn’t stop himself from moaning as Clara rubbed his clit. He found himself tilting his hips forward and grinding himself against her body, the skin beneath him becoming slick with his wetness. His hands had shifted from her breasts to the bed as he moved to get better pressure on his vulva. Quickly he felt her stomach become slick with his wetness beneath him. Her thumb on his clit felt incredible, like touching the head of his penis but much more intense. He felt a rapid build-up—a warm wave in his body, building and building. Then he felt it release and wash over him. He felt muscles contract, squeezing an empty space inside him. He shuddered and shook as he moaned and came, his first female orgasm. As he started to come down, the feeling of emptiness intensified.
Clara watched Oliver shudder, heard him moan, felt his body against her penis, gawped at his boobs bouncing. She wanted him to ride her, desperately. Her penis was so hard it almost hurt; she could feel the skin stretched taut and a tense full feeling. It was incredibly very, very similar to her clit, but more spread out.
She stopped fingering Oliver as he came down from his orgasm, breathing slowly, moans less urgent. He stopped once her thumb left his clit.
“Oh my God, Clara, that was… intense. I, I feel so… empty down there…”
Clara felt another surge of arousal, Oliver’s new voice saying something like that… did things to her. She smiled up at him. “I think I have something that can help with that.”
Oliver’s face already flushed from his orgasm reddened a little more. He lifted himself up and shimmied backwards slightly, reaching down to hold her penis to line it up. “Oh… wow. It’s so different from touching… mine.”
The sensation of Oliver’s fingers on her shaft was less intense than she expected, it was so like her clit, but also like the pressure of something inside her vagina.
“Feels nice in your hand, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah… Ah!”
She felt his moist folds touch the tip of her penis as Oliver started lowering himself onto her. She felt pressure then it vanished and his vagina enveloped the head of her penis. Warmth, wet, pleasure. She gasped as Oliver moaned. She felt herself continue to slide into him as he came down. His hips finally met hers, and he stopped for a moment, catching his breath.
“Holly crap, it feels so much bigger than I expected!”
For a moment, Oliver’s words didn’t register, Clara caught up in the sensations coming from her penis. “Mmm, do you like it?” As soon as the words left her mouth she felt a little silly… but Oliver didn’t appear to mind.
“Oh yes! I… just want to hold you inside me…”
She felt him squeeze her, this combined with those words in that new voice of his nearly made her cum. She groaned. He started moving, grinding a little, just lifting himself slightly. She felt herself getting closer as she started moving in time with him, thrusting up gently as he came down. His breasts bounced and jiggled as he moved and she couldn’t take her eyes off them. She felt the pressure building inside her. Soon, it was more than a pressure; it was a need to get it out of her and she felt herself groan. She was so close. Oliver squeezed her again, hard. She went over the edge; she tried to say she was cumming, but a grunt pushed out of her throat that turned into a groan as she felt the hot semen move up her penis, the muscles pushing it to contract. Pulse. She was pushing herself up into him as hard as she could, every fibre of her being urging her to be as deep as possible. She had lifted him up, her legs pulling her hips up off the mattress just a little. Another pulse. Another, speeding up each time. Two more, and she was spent. She dropped; her strength had left her. Oliver came down too, still holding her penis inside him.
She saw Oliver looking down at her, smiling. He spoke, “I was going to ask if you enjoyed yourself, but I think that noise you made told me all I need to know.”
“It was certainly something… it felt like I had to get it out… I couldn’t stop…”
“Yeah, sounds about like how it always felt for me. God, I love just sitting here feeling you slowly… soften.”
“Did you feel it come out of me? It felt like so much…”
“Not really, I sort of felt how it moved when you came, but I didn’t feel… the cum. I can sort of feel a bit of it now as extra… stickiness.”
“Huh… it felt like so much… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, I’ve never felt yours.” She paused, a realisation hit her filling her with concern. “We didn’t use a condom…”
Oliver’s face fell. “Oh… shit.”
“I… I’m just so used to not even thinking about it since I’m on the pill…”
“Yeah…”
“OK… we don’t know what… your cycle is, so we have no idea if it’s even possible… and we can just get a morning-after pill to make sure.”
“Alright…” Oliver still looked stunned, he seemed to have gone back into that withdrawn mood he’d been in on the drive home. It made her worried about him.
“Let’s get cleaned up… I’ll go down to the pharmacy, it’ll only take 10 minutes.”
Oliver stared at his reflection. Still in female mode there was hardly anything to indicate the image wasn’t just a pre-change woman. He looked at the slit between his legs. He might get pregnant. He had barely considered the possibility as real in the short time since the change before their habits had brought it starkly to him.
It was OK, they would deal with it, but he considered down the line, how did he feel about it later. They both wanted kids, would he carry one? He wasn’t sure.
He brought his attention back to the here and now. He poked and prodded his body, feeling how things felt, what was different, what was the same. His arms felt a little softer, most of the muscle he had before seemed to still be there, just under a little layer of softness. Not that he was particularly muscular, he’d never really worked out, but he hadn’t really noticed being weaker, as he’d expect a woman who doesn’t work at being strong to be.
He moved around, stretching, bending, testing his body. His breasts swayed, bounced and jiggled, forcing him to be constantly aware of them. He seemed to be slightly more flexible, particularly in the hips. The different shape of his body forced him to move in new ways that felt strange. He stared at the woman in the mirror again. Looked down at himself. Saw his breasts, looked between them at his tummy, then back to the mirror. It was starting to really sink in that that woman in the mirror was him, those curves were his.
For some reason this made him think of his eventual wedding to Clara, and that he’d need to wear a dress. He didn’t want that. It didn’t feel right.
After having a quick shower Clara came back to the bedroom to find that Oliver had been staring at his reflection when she opened the door, still naked.
“I was so excited about wearing a tux.”
Clara ran over and hugged him. “Honey, if you want a tux, I will move heaven and earth to get a tux that will fit you and look fantastic. We were going to buy one anyway, and they need tailoring… just now yours will need a bit more…”
Oliver looked at her. “But…”
“Ollie, nobody’s going to force you into girly clothes.”
There was a sound from the pile where Oliver had left his clothes, a notification on his phone. The sound was the one for a work email. He walked over to check it. Clara found herself watching, his gait had changed a little, his hips swung a little more, and he didn’t seem to be doing it on purpose. She found herself admiring his curves as he walked, his new butt, like hers, was ample and round in all the right ways.
“It’s from Megan. She’s letting me know I can take the next two weeks off and work from home indefinitely, and a reminder that… therapy is included in our healthcare coverage.”
“Ah. Are you OK? I…”
“I… don’t know… I think for now I’d rather… not think about much…”
Oliver pushed the elevator call button. He was nervous; this was the first time he’d left the apartment since the change.
He waited, tugging at his clothes a little. The shirt and jeans were Clara’s and were tighter than he would like around his bust, hips and butt. It wasn’t that they didn’t fit; he just preferred a relaxed fit, and these were a relaxed fit on Clara. It was a good thing, in the jeans at least; he couldn’t wear all of Clara’s clothes, because some didn’t do up on him. They actually had almost the same waist measurement, but with his extra butt and hips some of her clothes just didn’t fit. The shoes and socks and underwear were still all his, and he was grateful they still fit.
He shifted his weight uneasily and reached up to adjust the shoulder strap of his bra. His bra. That still felt strange. It had arrived just two days ago.
The day after the change, he had complained to Clara about how much his boobs jiggled and moved; she had suggested trying a bra, not just to cut down on distracting movement but also for the sake of his shoulders and back. It was immediately obvious it didn’t fit. Loosening the band helped a lot, but the cups were just too small for his bust. They measured him and ordered online from the same place Clara bought her bras, and they fit perfectly, one band size and one cup size up from Clara, 38I or, since the bra came from the UK, 38G. Up to now, he’d been wearing one of Clara’s cheap sports bras; it was stretchy and accommodated him but also didn’t offer the best support. Clara said it was good for light exercise and hot days because it breathes better than a proper bra.
He sighed, he was still acutely aware of all the new sensations in his body, the slightest jiggle in his boobs, or the subtle sway as he turns slightly, his labia moving past each other as he walks, the way his hips want to swing with each step. The bra cut down on movement but was itself another thing he wasn’t used to.
At least these jeans had decent pockets.
There was a ding. He desperately hoped the elevator car was empty. The door slid open and for a moment he was disappointed, before realising he was looking at his reflection in the mirror on the back wall of the elevator.
He stepped on and watched his boobs bounce a little as he did, saw the slightly strange gait he’d adopted by trying to walk the way he was used to with a bone structure that wasn’t set up for it. He turned and pushed the button for the parking garage before turning back to his reflection, noticing the slight sway of his bust.
His reflection. He was starting to see that as him, not a woman in the mirror, to identify with it without first reminding himself that it was him. It felt strange. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Looking at himself in a mirror, seeing a very feminine figure, identifying with it as decidedly him, but he still didn’t feel like a woman.
He felt the tug on his breasts as the elevator started slowing. Perhaps he would be more certain of how he felt when he got home from his first therapy session. He tugged on his shirt again and turned to the elevator door to head out.
Clara heard the apartment door open and close. She turned from her book to see Oliver kicking off his shoes.
“Hey! How was the session?” As she spoke, she stood.
“Good, I guess… He specializes in gender-related therapy, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Ollie, look in the mirror and I think you’ll see a pretty good reason you got a specialist.”
“Yeah, yeah. Apparently, a fair bit more than half his trans patients… aren’t anymore…”
“‘Cause they…”
“Yeah, like me.” Clara raised an eyebrow. “Before you ask, no he doesn’t think I was trans.”
“Was?”
“Well, now is… different. He’s not sure.”
“Not sure?”
“Well, he said he’s surprised at how well I’m coping… he said I seem more comfortable with some… things than even he is.”
“Things?”
“Well… I mean I talked about everything… so like sex, he was shocked that we… did it day-of with the new bits… and have done it again after.”
“Huh. It’s fun though… once you get past the weirdness.”
“There is a lot of weirdness though. He’s also surprised you were so comfortable with…”
“I wouldn’t say comfortable… but well, it’s hard to resist. Especially the way you talk sometimes… your new voice… And you can’t deny you look fantastic.”
Oliver smiled at her, then stepped over to her and pulled her into a kiss.