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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 obviously 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, 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 entirely 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 bisexual, 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.****************************************************************************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 twenty-seven, 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, 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 Sex hikayeleri 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…Clara 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” in comparison to the things in the surrounding room.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,. At 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 in 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 Sikiş hikayeleri 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), and 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 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. At. 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 Erotik hikaye 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 was 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.
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