(Definitely XXX. The whole reason for this story is the images that go with it, swiped from a Japanese computer game called "X-change". 63 images, 1.7 meg of pictures! ( Sapphire's Note - Before Compression ) The 'story' is written around that, but calling it 'thin' would be too polite.)
WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, explicit sex, pictures of sex, mild violence, bad words, and virtually no plot. (Also, the digital distortion - the pictures came that way. Part of the strange legal requirements in Japan.)
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I Blame My Hormones
By Babs Yerunkle
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I think I must just have too many hormones. That's the best explanation I could come up with. My first girlfriend, Connie, agrees. Connie and Jean are engaged in a conspiracy to "keep me under control." I see Connie every evening for a "study session." She's got brown eyes, long brown hair that comes down to the middle of her back, and likes all the right music. That's how I first met her, listening to "10,000 Fiction Maniacs" doing their rendition of "What goes around comes around."
So now Connie and I share a nightly "study session." Although it doesn't technically fall into the school's curriculum, we *do* cover plenty of biology. And I know for a fact that Connie is thoroughly satisfied with our time together. I'm the one who wears *her* out. Maybe that's why she suggested the tag-team approach
Connie had a close girlfriend that doesn't get out much. Jean spends all her time in the lab. Too bad, because with her looks she'd have the boys falling all over her, if she gave them half a chance.
Connie figured that I could help Jean get more dating, while Jean's extra attention would cure my over-active male hormones. If only I had realized how prophetic that would be!
It started like any other day. Our school doesn't have any lab classes in the afternoon, so Jean has the biochemistry lab all to herself. She's working on some big project with Dr. Crafter from the Institute of Unlikely Developments. Apparently the IUD was on the verge of a tremendous breakthrough and they needed extra lab work to track down all the possible variations. So Jean was locked up in the lab all afternoon long, except when I sneak in to see her, like today.
"Ms. Twist? I'm from the FBI," I said in my best government agent voice.
She turned, temporarily taken by surprise. "The FBI? But I never..."
"Federal Breast Inspector, ma'am. I'm going to have to examine those."
She giggled, melting into my arms. "I hope there's no problem, officer!"
I drooled, pawing her eagerly. "Oh, yes, serious problems!" My breathing got heavier as she had her usual effect on me. "You see, your abundant assets, coupled with my lack of principle, is, err... is leading to extremely high interest rates which is triggering massive inflation!"
Her hand reached down to my pants, teasing my zipper open. "Tell me more, officer."
I gasped as she fingered me, pulling me stiffly out of my pants. "Well, I..."
"Ha!" she shouted, squeezing her breasts around my rising manhood. "You've fallen for my booby trap!"
I groaned at the joke. "Please, ma'am, this is serious! We don't want things to overheat! I'm going to have to withdraw from this market before I suffer a meltdown."
She pouted at me, slipping her skirt off and sashaying toward me seductively. "Admit it, you aren't really from the FBI, are you?"
"'Fraid you caught me with my pants down," I admitted.
"Oh, not yet, but soon."
"I'm actually here to make a deposit to your sperm bank." I slipped my hand in her panties, reaching for the treasures within.
She was moaning in pleasure, but she still managed to pull back. "Bob, how many times have I told you? We can take our time. I want to go slowly with you. There's no reason to be in such a rush."
I was already starting to unbutton my shirt. "I try, honey, really I do." For once, I was speaking honestly, not joking. "It's just that I can't help myself. The hormones get me in such a rush, I just can't stop. I wish I could slow down a little, but I'm helpless in the grip of my supreme lust for your hot body! And don't tell me that you don't feel it too. Look at you! You're practically gushing. Admit it! You can't wait for me."
"Okay, I admit it, I *do* want you, Bob, it's just that for once I'd like things slow and gentle, not wild and furious."
I moved my naked body up next to hers, stroking every inch of her exposed skin. "Consider it a research project, sexy. Come up with a way to temper these hormones of mine, and I'll gladly volunteer." Who knows? Maybe she'd fix me up with a third girl. She was pretty tight with that cute redhead. Everyone said that Glory was a lesbian, but I'm willing to cater to all tastes.
"Would you really?"
"In a second, babe."
"Oh, Bob, you've made me so happy! How can I repay you?"
I grinned and grabbed her leg. Spinning her around, I slipped inside her before she'd even registered what was going on.
"Squeeze me, honey!"
"Bob!" Her voice did a wonderful job of climbing the octaves as I thrust into her.
I took hold of her control mounds and quickly had her squealing with joy. That's what I love about women. First, when you slide into them they seem so overcome by sensation that they can't say a word to stop you. Then if you can stimulate them just right, they can't get a word in edgewise, either. They're like a fine musical instrument. With the right touch you can have them squealing in any pitch you want. I think their bodies must be hyper sensitive or something. It seems like once you get them going, there's nothing they can do but hold on for the ride. Maybe someday I'll translate their squeal language, or teach them to squeeze out Morse code with their pussies so that they can tell me what they're feeling when I pound the sausage home. Lord knows, they seem utterly unable to communicate in any normal fashion - - they turn into writhing, squealing, quivering tangles of erotic flesh. Not that I mean to come down on them (I'd far rather come *into* them). Lord knows I love women, particularly when I can reduce them to uncontrollable bodies of pure ecstasy. I particularly love the way their bodies tense up as their love tunnel starts clamping on me. If you're holding on, you can tell because their nipples always turn super hard. Then their bodies tense as if they've just touched the third rail on the subway. And finally their hole fastens down on you like a vise and they start doing this pulsating squeeze on your shaft. That's what pushes me over the top. And when I'm pumping my load into them, slamming myself in all the way, they give this sort of half-moan / half-cry that makes the hair stand up on my neck from the pure thrill of it. It's like they're transported into another dimension or something. So why, given all that, am *I* the one who always passes out afterwards? They're always raring to go, ready for more, while I feel like I've just run a marathon. I'm lucky if I can managed to get dressed again before I catch a few winks to recuperate. How can they be ready for more? Who knows? It's just another one of the great unknown mysteries of the female mind.
This time, I managed to get dressed again before I fell with a thud on examination bed in the lab. In typical fashion, Jean was snuggled up next to me, stroking my skin, giving me little kisses, and making those strange cooing sounds that girls make afterward. I would have responded, but exhaustion dragged me down into the depths of sleep.
My awakening was far less pleasant than falling asleep had been. The damn girl had tied me up!
"Uh, Jean? I seem to be -- ha, ha -- a little tied up here?"
She came and gave me a big kiss. "Oh, Bob, thank you so much! Using a human volunteer will really speed the research up! I might even get to publish!" She ran back to her test tubes and began measuring strange chemicals, pausing to make notes in her lab book.
"Um, honey? Sweetie? What the HELL are you talking about?"
"Don't you remember, Bob? We decided that your over-active hormones push you through lovemaking too fast, leaving you no time for romance or enjoyment. So you asked me to try some experiments on you, to alter your hormonal balance. I'll probably need to alter your genetic balance, but Dr. Crafter's new recombinant replacement formula should do that. But who can I use as a donor for the altered chromosomes? I need someone who appreciates foreplay, loves long after-play, is very romantic, and is still plenty hot in the sack. Someone like me. But who?"
I was feeling real dread now. "Uh, sugar lumps? By 'experiment' I meant something more along the lines of a social experiment. You know? Maybe two-on-one? That's one of my dreams, you know. Maybe you and Connie, both working on me at once? That's bound to slow me down, isn't it?"
"Of course!" she said. "The perfect template *is* me! But I'll need to draw some blood, so we can archive your pattern 'before.' Now this will hardly hurt a bit." She came toward me with one of those huge vacuum vials that they use to take blood samples. I did what any red-blooded male would do: I fainted.
Unfortunately, when I woke seconds later, things weren't any better.
"Hey, Jean," I said, trying to sidetrack her. "I've got a great idea! Let's do it again! This time I'll go slower, take my time. Exactly like you want, okay?"
"You aren't fooling me, buster. You're always limp as a noodle for at least an hour afterward. Besides, I *have* to do this!" Her face took on a radiant glow. "For... for... SCIENCE!"
I was practically bawling by now. "What about ethics? Isn't there some sort of mad scientist's code?"
She looked thoughtful. "Yes, but the ethics class is in the afternoons. I'm not scheduled to take it until next semester. In the meantime, I just have to ad-lib. Now, I wonder how much of the metabolic accelerant I should use? Better be safe and put in just a drop."
I was begging now. "Oh, please baby! This stuff could seriously fuck me up!"
She gave me a grin that was pure mischief. "Then we're even, since *you* just finished seriously fucking me."
"But didn't you enjoy it? I felt you come!"
Her eyes turned all dreamy. "Oh, I did. At least six times before I lost count. I really must try to maintain concentration. Otherwise how can I keep proper notes?"
"Six times? You're kidding!" Man, babes have all the luck. Of course, if I came six times in a row, I'd be dead.
"Perfect!" she said, holding up the test tube. It was a brownish- purple sludge that fizzed and bubbled. "Best of all, it should be completely reversible, assuming you survive!"
Good. Wait a minute... "Assuming WHAT?"
But she grabbed my nose and pulled my mouth open. Before I could do more than gasp for breath, the foul brew was rushing down my throat. Well, "foul" may not be quite fair, it was really fairly sweet. Sugary. And there was a strong flavor of both cinnamon and cloves. And actually, the entire concoction was extremely nice. But I still didn't like being used as a guinea pig.
"Ta da!" She shouted. Once I gave the final gulp, she untied me.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
My eyes were going in and out of focus and I could barely stand.
"What's happening?" I wobbled over to lean against a table.
"That's just the alteration propagating through your system. You may notice some changes. In fact, I'd better call Connie and warn her, so she can take notes for me."
Connie! I was supposed to meet her after school, for a "study session." I looked at the clock. It was already 3:30. I headed for the door.
"Late," I mumbled. "Gotta go."
Jean gave me a happy wave. "Good luck! Remember, this is for your own good!"
Great. I managed to stagger to the bus stop and catch a ride to over to the Lingus house. I decided then and there that scientists were no good. Next time I'd date an assassin, or maybe the daughter of some mafia don. It would be much safer.
I staggered off the bus near Connie's house. She was already waiting and came rushing into my arms for a tender embrace.
"Oh you poor darling! Jean had no right to do that to you --"
"-- even if it was for your own good, and may prove to be a tremendous benefit for society."
She practically dragged me into her bedroom. "Well think about it, Bob. What's the number one frustration to nearly half the people in this world? I'll tell you: men who are too damn fast! Why, if this works out as well as we hope, the great body of women today who receive no orgasms, could be nearly eliminated. And for the lucky ones, such as Jean and I, we could go from having a regular five or six to having ten, even twenty! Doesn't it just make you cream your pants?"
Since we were alone, I checked. Sure enough, she was telling the truth.
"Connie, please tell me that you don't approve of what she did to me."
She bit her lip. "Well... not exactly. But think of the benefits!"
"Benefits hell! She's turned me into her own private gerbil!"
Connie snickered. "I believe the term you're looking for is 'guinea pig.'"
"Whatever! How the hell do *I* benefit from this?"
Connie had finished unbuttoning her blouse, and was now rubbing against me suggestively. "Well, since Jean asked me to take notes, you get another opportunity to play stud."
I slipped my hands inside her bra. "I refuse to be used as your sex toy!" I said. "I'm more than just an experimental animal!"
She pulled the bra off completely. "Whatever you say, lover. But can you really walk away from these? I *need* you soooo bad!"
I could feel the old stirring in my pants. Maybe she was right. There wasn't any way I could walk out of there. But I'd be damned if I was going to play the game by their rules. It was time to add a new element -- something devised entirely by me.
"Okay, Connie, but starting now, *I'm* calling the shots. You want slow? You want attention? Then I'm going to give it to you in spades!" I slipped off her skirt and panties and pushed her down on the bed. If my girls weren't happy with my technique, it was time to try something new. Spreading her thighs, I buried my face between her legs and began to lick.
"Oh my God!" she said, her voice deep in her throat. "What are you doing to me?"
I raised my head for a moment. "You girls deserve a licking for what you've done to me! You want more? You're going to get it! I'll make you beg for release!" And with that I buried my head between her thighs and devoted my full attention to stimulating her.
"Oh my God! You don't know what this feels like! It's so... stimulating! I...! Oh...!" And past that point, she couldn't talk coherently any more. I did notice how she reacted, though, as I swept my tongue around her love button or dipped a lick inside her sweet hole. Between my hands kneading her breasts and my tongue playing with her pink flesh, it wasn't long before she was crying in overload and trying to crush my head with her thighs. But I was just starting. While she was still panting in the throes of passion, I rose above her and plunged in.
She got a crazy grin, and I settled in for a long haul. Maybe the first attack had taken the edge off my need, but this time I decided to go more slowly and draw it out for her. After a moment, her gaze softened and she reached up to caress me. Somehow that loving look did more for me than her sexy body and I found myself climaxing almost immediately. But oddly, I didn't squirt much. Connie's look was loving, but resigned.
"You see?" she asked. "Wasn't that a little too fast? Wouldn't you like to slow down and enjoy yourself more?"
I pulled out. "Who said I was done?" Remarkably, I was still stiff. As Connie watched, wide-eyed, I flipped her over and entered her again. This time, without her able to look me in the face, I was able to go for much longer. She seemed to get hotter and hotter until she was writhing under me. I felt her pussy contracting on me and let out a brief shot of my own, before (incredibly) going back to pumping her again. We continued to trigger climaxes in each other another five times, each one of diminishing intensity before I finally pulled out, still a little firm.
I lay down happily beside her to stroke her face and breasts.
"How was that?" I asked.
"Mmmmmm, fantastic!" Her eyes were focused on me dreamily. "How the heck did you manage that? You've never done *that* before. I must have had over a dozen!" She shuddered happily. "Whoa, there goes another one! Wow! Whatever Jean did to you is really working!"
I was feeling too mellow for a proper outrage. "What? No way, that was all technique, babe." Except... that couldn't be true. The first part might have been technique, but what had happened there at the end?
But thinking things over was giving me a terrible pain in the gut, so I finally got up again (for once rising before Connie). I slipped my clothes back on, then lost my balance and almost fell. Whatever was happening to me, it was still going on.
"Easy, lover. Do you feel okay?"
"No I do not! I'm getting sick to my stomach, I'm dizzy, and I'll be lucky to make it to the bus stop like this! And all because you and Jean want to make me into the perfect sex machine!"
She gave me a dazzling smile. "Is that so bad?"
"Well... At least you could help me to the bus stop."
She agreed, even coming home with me to help me into bed.
It was odd, riding with her on the bus. As I held her, I felt closer to her in some ways than I've ever felt before. I'd been intimate with this girl six ways from Sunday, but I guess I'd never realized how nice it was just to hold her and be with her. I'd always been dominated by thoughts of sex.
With my arm wrapped around her in an oddly comfortable gesture, Connie helped me into the house. Mom and Dad were both eating dinner, along with my older sister Betty (who was awake for once), but I felt too ill to eat. Instead, Connie helped me into my room.
"Boy, lover, you're really out of it."
"Dammed science experiment," I grumbled. "I feel so weak that even if you were stark naked, I don't think I could get it up."
She grinned at the challenge. "Want to bet?"
I managed a smile. "What's the stakes?"
She thought for a minute. "If I *can't* get you up, then you get a rain check. Any time, any place, your call, I'm yours. But if I *can* get you up, then you're mine. When and where I say, you're my fuck toy."
I managed a grin. "I can't argue with stakes like that. Do your best."
Dropping to her knees, she unzipped my pants.
Slowly, with infinite patience, she roused me to my final performance of the day. This was oddly unlike anything I'd ever felt before. The pleasure seemed to radiate outward from my crotch, rather than remaining centered in my stalwart member. I felt a build-up that seemed almost typical, but the climax was incredible. If my parents hadn't been in the house, I think I would have screamed to lift the roof off. But I didn't come. That is, I *came* (and how) but nothing came out. And I was still stiff. Connie looked at me oddly, since she knew what I'd felt, but went back to work. And it happened again. And then again. And then again. I wanted to tell her to stop because I couldn't stand the pleasure, but I couldn't make myself speak. In fact, I couldn't even stay in my chair. My bones melted. That's what it felt like. I never lost consciousness, but I oozed right out of the chair and onto the floor. Connie finally took her mouth off me, and sat back watching in wonder.
"What was THAT?"
I couldn't answer. The nerves were still firing sporadically all over my body. "Nggg!" I finally managed.
"Was it good?"
I managed a nod, bringing my eyes back into focus with Herculean effort.
"I guess I win the bet."
I nodded again.
"Still hate that 'damned experiment?' I think you must have come at least three times."
"Four," I managed to gasp out. My penis was only slowly losing its erection. "Maybe," I said weakly, "maybe science does have its place."
She helped me up to the bed, where she slowly undressed me down to the boxers I wear to sleep. "Well, you'd better sleep on it. I'm sure you'll be better tomorrow. Maybe you're right. If you're really upset about this, I'll help you convince Jean to put things back to normal. She seemed to think that would be no problem."
"Oddly enough, I'm still not tired," I said. "I feel almost... almost like I could do another go."
Connie frowned at me in concern. "How's your stomach? Should I bring in some dinner?"
"No. When I think about it, I've got this killer stomach ache. It kind of comes and goes. I don't really notice when we were... you know." I felt oddly reluctant to use the vulgar terms. "When we're making love."
"Well, you get some rest. I promise to stop by to check up on you before school tomorrow, okay?"
She leaned over to give me a kiss. "Now sleep well, lover, and get all better."
And I did fall into a deep sleep, deeper than I've had in years.
I was still groggy when I woke in the morning. I remembered the Jean's experiment almost immediately. Whatever she'd done to me left me feeling really weird. I got up for my morning pee and was on my way to the bathroom when I passed my mirror.
Holy shit, I had tits! Really good looking ones, too. In fact, I was a babe! What had she done to me? I was about to reach into my boxers in utter terror, when I felt myself rising to the occasion. It was kind of a relief, and kind of frightening at the same time. I mean, it was really great to know that I was still a man, but I was getting turned on by my own body! I wanted to laugh, cry, and pee, all at the same time.
Peeing won. I opened the door and looked quickly down the hall. Good, no one was up yet. I sprinted in to the bathroom to relieve myself. The relief was good, but do you know what it's like to run with really big tits? Those things must weigh about forty pounds apiece! And my new hips were so wide it felt like my legs were three feet away from each other. There was more than enough room for my manhood to dangle, which was *really* weird. I sprinted back to my bedroom, grabbing myself to keep from jiggling. I could hear Dad getting up in his room. Shit! What if someone saw me like this? I slammed the door and ducked under the covers. What the hell was going on?
I tried to go back to sleep. This had to be a dream. I'd go back to sleep, then I could wake up, and it would all be a dream. But I couldn't stop groping myself. Actually, I hate to admit it, but it felt really good. I'm not sure how women keep from constantly feeling themselves up. And every time I touched one of my gigantic new nipples, my dick would turn stiff as a board. What was I going to do?
And then things got worse. I heard Dad's voice from downstairs. "Yeah, I think he's up," Dad said. "It's time for school anyway. Go kick him out of bed, Connie."
Oh, no! I hid under the covers.
There was a knock at my door.
"Come in," I said in a soft and musical voice. It was a voice of passion. It was a sultry, sexy voice. A girl's voice. Mine. I tried to speak low, deep, back in my throat. "Come in."
Connie stepped in and closed the door. "You all better now?"
I shook my head violently, holding up the covers.
"Your voice sounded a little odd. What's wrong?"
Connie's eyes bugged out when she heard my voice.
"What's wrong? How about this?" I dropped the covers.
Her jaw dropped. "Oh, my God! You've got TITS!"
"Oh, is *that* was you call them?" I asked, dryly. My voice was starting to turn me on.
Connie leaned close, fascinated. "Wow, you're busting out all over."
"Do they work and everything?"
"What the HELL are you talking about?"
"I mean, can you *feel* them? Do they feel good." Without even asking permission, she reached out and grabbed me, rubbing a finger across a nipple.
"Hey!" I said, snatching the covers back, "don't DO that!"
She noticed my growing erection. "Oo, I guess they DO work. And it looks like you're still quite the man! Want to try the equipment out like this?"
It was an intriguing idea, but... "No! I want to get changed back to normal, NOW!" I climbed out of bed.
Connie cupped her chin in her hand and studied me. "Okay, but I don't think any of your pants are going to fit those hips. Wow, girl, you're stacked!"
I shucked off my boxers and pointed at the old flagpole. "See? I'm NOT A GIRL!" I dug around for a pair of shorts. "There. I can wear these and a T-shirt."
"Makes sense. A T-shirt for a T-girl."
"A what? Never mind! Let's go!"
"If you say so. But walking around braless like that will get you either arrested or molested."
I grabbed her wrist and started to stomp out of the house. Unfortunately, that took me right past the kitchen where Dad was reading the paper and Mom was preparing breakfast.
"Looks like the Cubs might have a shot at the pennant this year," he said.
"You're running late, dear," Mom told me, not turning around.
"Don't forget," Dad said, "I've got tickets to the game tonight."
"Are you feeling okay, honey?" Mom turned around and got her first glimpse of us. "B-Bob? Is that you? My God, what happened?"
I felt myself blushing. "I... well..."
Mom sounded like she was on the edge of tears. "I knew something like this would happen if you masturbated!"
I'd had about all I could handle. I yanked up my T-shirt.
"Okay, I've got tits! Yes, I'm well aware of that fact, thank you! And it is NOT because I masturbated (which I do relatively infrequently now, anyway). Jeez, Mom, this is the 21st century! This was a perfectly normal science experiment! It just so happens that one of my girlfriends tied me up and used me for a science experiment, and now I'm on my way to school so that she can change me back, so I'm in kind of a hurry, OKAY?" The tirade lost a little of its effectiveness delivered in my new sex-kitten voice.
I saw Dad's hands clench behind the newspaper. Slowly he lowered the paper and stared at me. I quickly pulled my shirt down, in embarrassment. Dad's scowl deepened. Finally, he spoke.
"No son of mine," he said, in a tone that I knew I could never argue with, "No son of mine is EVER going to go the ball game dressed like that! You march into your sister's room and borrow a proper dress, young man!" And with that, he went back to reading the paper.
After Connie and I recovered from our shock, we meekly crept back upstairs to my sister's room. Like always, she was sleeping in. Connie knocked on the door and borrowed a school uniform, but I'm not sure that Betty ever woke up enough to realize what was going on. Connie dragged me back to my room to help me dress.
"You have GOT to be kidding," I was still mumbling.
"Come on, shut up and put on this skirt."
Feeling totally weird, I stepped into the skirt. Connie held out a pair of panties.
"I can't wear those!" I said. "I can't wear my sister's panties!"
"This are *mine!* Remember that pair I left over here last week?"
I smiled sheepishly. "Oh, yeah." I slipped into them. "Kind of snug around the hips," I said. "Don't you have anything bigger?"
She just glared at me. "Here, let's see if you're as good at putting a blouse and vest ON as you are at getting them off."
I fumbled around for a minute, getting the vest on, then working on buttoning the blouse. Some idiot had put all the button on the wrong side. I didn't notice Connie sneaking around behind me until she reached up and grabbed a couple of handfuls of my tender new flesh. God it felt good! I started moaning, then realized what I was doing and turned on her in outrage.
"Forget the bra, didn't you?" She was smiling, as she dangled it from a finger.
"Jeez, is there no end to the indignities I have to put up with?"
"If you're dressed up like this, we'll need a girl name for you."
I sighed. "Not 'Bobbi.' I hate that. I've hated it ever since I was a kid."
"Hmm, how about Barbara. We could call you 'Barb.' That's pretty close."
I thought about it. "You have to promise to never ever call me Barbie."
"You've got the figure for it."
"Swear a solemn oath!"
She raised her right hand. "I do solemnly swear to never ever call my new girlfriend / boyfriend 'Barbie,' no matter how perky her breasts are, even if, God forbid, she someday dyes her hair blonde."
I scowled at her. "Thanks, I think. And for the record, it's still 'boyfriend.' I still have the proof." I pointed to my erect member, ruining the lines of my skirt.
"No problem, we'll just tuck it away." She lifted my skirt and grabbed my shaft, trying to tuck it back between my legs.
"Careful!" I said. "I think it's cocked! It might go off!"
"I just need to force it in!"
"Ah," I sighed in fond remembrance, "how familiar those words sound."
Connie put a hand on my breast to brace herself and grabbed my dick to shove into my panties. My eyes crossed at the strange medley of stimuli passing through me, and I came. I hadn't squirted off during Connie's fabulous blowjob last night, but now I came in my own panties. Go figure.
"Ew, now you're going to have to borrow your sister's panties."
After bowing to this final indignity, I was ready to go. We walked to the bus together. The weird thing was, no one seemed to realize that I wasn't a girl. Sure, people were looking at me. Some of the guys were watching me with an almost hungry look. But I could tell it was a look of desire, not disgust. This was just freaky.
And on the bus, someone pinched my butt. I was never sure who. Every time I looked behind me, Mr. Briefcase, in front of me ended up bumping into me and rubbing suggestively against my thigh. I was half outraged, and half turned on. And that made me afraid that I'd get stiff again and bust loose from the panties that were none-too-effective at holding me in. It was terrible.
We finally reached school and Connie left me. "Sorry," she said. "Math test today -- can't miss it. You should be okay from here on. Jean's advisor is here consulting today, so they have exclusive use of the lab."
At least that should go okay. "Okay. See you at lunch?"
I leaned forward to kiss her.
"Barb! Do you want people to think we're lesbians?"
Glumly, I shuffled upstairs to the lab. Fortunately, Jean was the first person I met.
"Do I know you? You look familiar."
I closed the door behind us. "It's me, Bob! Well, 'Barb' for the time being. Look what your stupid experiment did to me! You have to turn me back to normal!"
"Bob? Are you serious?"
I stripped, then pointed to my dangling member. "Recognize this? It's all that's left of the old me!"
Jean was so surprised that she almost dropped her test tube. "Oh my goodness," she said, deeply troubled. "This isn't what I planned at all! Still, on the bright side, I've still got an excellent chance of getting a publication out of it."
She put down her work and took off her lab coat before moving over to examine me. "Gosh, it really *is* you, isn't it Bob?"
"It's 'Barb' for the time being, thanks to your lunatic potion!"
She reached out to examine my manhood.
"Careful with that," I almost sobbed. "It's all that's left of my once-blissful existence! Why did I ever agree to your stupid experiment? How many girls will sleep with a guy that looks like this?"
She smiled up at me. "Well, *I* would. Strictly for science you understand."
I wailed. "Even my own girlfriend sees me as just another research subject! Life can't get any worse!"
"Hey, cool!" she said, pulling my dick up. "You know your testicles are gone, too? You have the cutest little indentation down here."
"What?" I shrieked. "You gotta fix me! I want to go back to normal RIGHT NOW!"
"Well, okay I guess. Seems a shame though. We're missing a unique opportunity here. And where am I going to get another human volunteer, especially now that we know the side-effects?"
I glared at her, so she shut up.
"I just need to get my thesis advisor, Dr. Crafter. She's right next door. I already filled her in on my work yesterday, and she said she thought she could fix some errors in my formula."
"Just hurry, okay?"
"Sure thing! Why don't you lie down on the examination bed?"
Dr. Crafter was a real babe. By which I mean that she was nearly as cute as I was now. I'd expected some aging matron, but she was in a tight purple demi-shirt which left her midriff bare under her lab coat. My traitorous dick started to rise, but part of my mind was looking at her clothes, wondering how *I* would look in them, and my faithful shaft began to wane again, until I really noticed what a fox the Doctor was, which started me rising again, until I became totally embarrassed and deflated. In short, I was hopelessly confused.
"How do you do," she said, in a deep rich contralto, not unlike my own. "I'm Dr. Crafter, Miss Twist's advisor." She placed a feminine hand on my leg, starting confused stirrings again. "Oh, my. I see what you mean. This *is* a problem."
I couldn't stop the tears forming in my eyes. "Can you help me Doctor? I feel like a freak! Tell me you can make me normal again!"
"Please, call me Regina. And your name again?"
"Barb," I almost laughed. "Barb Hitt. Please hurry!"
The doctor turned to Jean. "Congratulations, dear. You're showing quite an aptitude for the so-called 'mad' sciences. Based on this work, I'm willing to recommend you for a full scholarship!"
Jean laughed and clapped her hands, jumping up and down in the air. "Oh, thank you Doctor! Thank you, thank you!" She came over and kissed me.
I looked at the doctor in sudden alarm. "You're a mad scientist?"
She held her hand up modestly. "Oh, hardly. My degree is in bio-genetics. I did minor in the mad sciences, however, which should be plenty to take care of this little problem. Let's take a look at things, shall we?" She lifted my dick up, making a close examination. "Ah, yes, I see. Well, the good news is that I should be able to fix you up in a jiffy!"
I almost cried again. "Oh thank God!"
She stepped into the other room for a minute and returned with a huge horse pill and a beaker filled with a whitish goo.
"First, I want you to swallow this pill."
She handed me a beaker of water and I downed the pill, feeling the huge thing slowly sliding down my throat. When it hit my stomach, it seemed to explode. I could feel a tingling that seemed to rush through my entire blood system.
"That was my metabolic accelerator. I noticed that Jean hadn't used enough in her formulation. Your transformation must have taken most of the night."
"Don't worry. The reverse transformation should take less than a half hour, and the main portion can be done almost immediately. However..."
I looked up in sudden worry. "What is it?"
"Well," she frowned, "I'm afraid I need to be a bit... intimate. I'm going to have to stimulate both your male and female hormonal systems before I apply the cream to reverse your unfortunate conditions."
"What do you mean: stimulate?"
She had the grace to blush. "Well, I mean, physically. I hope you don't mind."
Normally I'd have been happy to have this babe pawing me. Right now I was just feeling weird. "Whatever it takes, go to it."
"Alright," she said. "You may want to grab hold of the bar above the bed. Try to concentrate on holding on while I stimulate you. This is going to feel extremely odd."
"I'll do my best, Doctor. Go ahead." I reached over my head for the bar.
Placing the beaker on the floor, Dr. Crafter bent down and began to lick and suck at my nipple. My eyes practically jumped out of their sockets. I had never, NEVER felt anything like the sensation that was now flowing through me. My member instantly snapped up to attention.
That was what the doctor had been waiting for. She reached into the beaker and grabbed a handful of the goo, then slopped it on my dick and began to masturbate me!
This was probably the weirdest set of feelings I've ever had in my life. I clung on as hard as I could while the doctor licked and teased my breast. All the while she was stroking me off down below toward the biggest climax I'd ever had. Within seconds, my dick was exploding with a strange orgasm. It seemed to radiate up inward, inside of me. And there was no fluid. I didn't squirt a thing. Some babe was crying out in the throes of passion. After a moment or two, I realized it was me.
"Now this may feel a little strange."
That was the understatement of the year. While the doctor continued to lick my tit, she was also stroking my dick, and now she was squeezing. It almost felt like my flesh was plastic, that I was folding inward. I felt like the doctor was turning me inside out. She was holding my shaft but pressing her fingertips on the glans, pushing the tip of my cock *in*, so that I was being pushed back *into* the skin of my shaft. I would have asked her what was going on, but my voice seemed to be locked into a set of squealing gasps. Another set of orgasms passed through me, this time definitely radiating from inside my body. It was so intense that I felt myself arching off the table. Now it was so strange that it almost felt like the doctor was pushing her fingers *inside* me, where there wasn't actually anywhere for fingers to go. I screamed out in ecstasy as another delightful shudder passed through me, then slumped down in exhaustion as the doctor stepped back and away from me.
"There. There may be some shifting for the next twenty minutes or so, and then you should be completely normal in every way." She rinsed her hands off. "I need to rush across town to double check these findings. I'll be back in an hour or two."
I felt the flesh in my abdomen began to ripple and shift, and almost doubled up in agony. I could feel something growing deep inside me, in the space centered within my hips. There was a hard fist pulsing there -- I could feel it. I reached down to take comfort from my soon-to-be- restored manhood, and got the shock of my life!
I had no dick! Instead, there was only the familiar slit. I could feel it all -- the soft folds of flesh, the sensitive nub of my clitoris, even (dread!) the silken tunnel of my vagina! The doctor had made me normal, but she had made me a normal GIRL!
I sprang up off the bed. "Jean! Come here!"
She skipped into the room. "I'm so happy! What is it?"
"How can you be happy? Look at me!"
She looked at me, then bent down, peering at my crotch. Kind of embarrassing, really.
"Oh, my. Let's see, you've got the labia, nice full lips too, vulva," this is where she stuck her finger into me, "clitoral nub, urethra in the right place, vaginal barrel..."
I slapped her hand away. "I *know* that. How do you explain it?"
"Well, silly, all girls have those parts." She suddenly hugged me. "Now we can be girlfriends! Oh, happy day! You'll be my prize exhibit!"
I glared at her! "I was supposed to be turned back into a GUY! How did this happen?"
Jean giggled. "Silly me. I must have forgot to tell the doctor that you were a guy changed into a girl. She thought you were originally a GIRL who'd grown a dick. And now she's fixed it, see? This is great! If I was going to get a scholarship before, maybe now I'll be able to get my own LAB!"
"NO! No fucking way! You have to change me back!"