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Brad didn’t know what he found more unbelievable: The fact that he was currently looking down at his business professor sucking his cock, or that it was actually his roommate Anthony behind Professor Lawrence’s big, brown eyes. The Great Shift had hit during class a few months ago, Swapping Brad with another male classmate to his left while Anthony’s mind was rocketed to the front of the class and into the body of the woman whose class they’d only signed up for because they had heard she was the best looking teacher on campus.   Once the shock of the shift had died down, they decided to stay roommates, a decision they had both taken without anticipating the sexual tension that living under the same roof in unfamiliar bodies would have on them. For Brad, he was just a taller, stronger version of what he once was, but Anthony had more pressing matters to adjust to: Initially, Anthony was horrified. An 18 year old man now inhabiting the body of a woman twice his age. Over time, howeve...

“Hi, i’m Allison!” “No, that doesn’t sound right… Hey, my name’s Becca. Anna? Rachel? Damn, this is hard…” One thing was certain, she thought, awkwardly practicing poses and different facial expressions in the mirror as she thought up more names to try out. She couldn’t keep calling herself Connor. Second Puberty had made sure of that when it had taken his male frame away and replaced it with a body no one would ever mistake for being male again. And now that his body was finally done changing, like it or not, he was left with the particularly emasculating task of building his newly female identity from the ground up: Taking photos to update all his documents, buying clothes and underwear that fit his new body, getting measured for a bra, and most importantly, choosing the name he’d be introducing himself by for the rest of his life.  Hmm. Connor took a second look in the mirror. Maybe Emily suited him better?

You’ve heard of “Shift Immersion therapy”, right? No? Well, it’s getting pretty popular post-Great Shift, especially for people like me who cross the gender/race fence.  My therapist had suggested it after I hadn’t had any success adapting to my new body during our sessions. Basically, it’s like this: Instead of leaning away from your radically different new life, try to lean into it. Make up a persona and try to stick to it all day. Pick out a woman’s name and try it out in public, dress up in something overtly feminine that you never would have worn before, basically anything to break yourself out of the mold of your old self and get you to embrace your new future. I mean, I was a middle aged white guy before all this and I ended up as an Indian woman half my age, it’s a lot to wrap your head around, being perceived so differently. I’ve been leaning into it more, which kinda felt like cosplay at the start but i dunno, I think it’s actually helping me separate the old me from the ...

“…What the hell…” Brandon slowly raised himself up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he began to notice the difference in his surroundings compared to when he had gone to sleep. Like the brown bedsheets instead of his regular white ones, the walls painted a different color from his own, the mass of dense, brown hair now covering his eyes, pushed back by a woman’s manicured hand instead of his own. The unfamiliar shifting weight of something heavy brushing against the thin tank top covering his chest as he sat up and finally glimpsed a very changed reflection in a mirror in the corner of the room. Brandon didn’t know it yet, but he was experiencing the first moments of an experience most other FOSE victims had already gone through hours ago: the realization that he was in somebody else’s body entirely. A month ago, Brandon had been struck with a sudden inspiration to turn his life around. He’d started working out daily, dressing better, and quit masturbating so he could focus...

  The fourth in a series of street interviews with real people to see how they’ve adapted to the Great Shift! I’ll be honest, I was in a bit of a dead end pre-Shift. I always figured my golf skills would be enough to make me a career when i was older, but… You know how it goes. Great high school athlete, good college athlete, then i just couldn’t cut it at the pro level. Ended up training rich guys and their wives at the local country club for tip money. Well, the Shift struck during a lesson with one of my regulars, leaving me in Vivian here’s body and her in mine. How do I like being a woman? Truth be told, I’m just happy i’m still young! If the Shift waited another half hour or so, I probably would have swapped with the 60 year old man i had booked after her! Not that there hasn’t been challenges, but I can’t exactly deny it - Being a hot woman does have its perks if you lean into it. Dress up nice and people are pretty willing to pay for your drinks, your meals, hell, i even ha...

“Hey, thanks for coming out to Oktoberfest with me, I know we always used to go as guys, so I’m happy at least some things haven’t changed.” “What, are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it. Look, we had our arguments but at the end of the day, we’re still boys, right? Ryan smiled sheepishly. “Well…” Adam snorted. “Don’t answer that, actually. Look, I decided I’m gonna forgive you about the whole “Infecting me with the Gender Virus” thing.  I came home to some stacked blonde girl ready to make out with me, what was I gonna do, say no? To tell the truth, I thought she was your girlfriend or something So you fucked up and didn’t tell me you hooked up with some girl who gave it to you and I fucked up and didn’t ask enough questions.” “Yeah, well, I’m sure you figured out why I did it as soon as your blood started flowing to your new clit instead of your brain like it did to me. Thank God the sex drive goes back down once you’re no longer contagious!” “You know, it’s not all bad,” Adam respo...

  “Uh-uh, no way you’re wearing that out. Go upstairs and change or you’re not going.” Michelle sighed, exasperated at the argument she felt like she’d already been through with her daughter a million times. Melanie rolled her eyes in annoyance.  “Are you kidding? this is like totally normal? It’s literally just going to be girls there too, I’m not walking out wearing grandma clothes just because you’re insecure about it!” Michelle rubbed her fingers over her temple, not about to rehash another one of these conversations. “Just find a top with a little less cleavage please, then you can go. Call me if you need me to pick you up later.” Melanie’s face lit up. “Deal! Don’t wait up!” It was weird to even think about, let alone witness, but even weirder was how quickly Michelle was adapting to the new situation she’d found herself in. Her older brother, a man brushing on 40 and previously twice her size was now legally her daughter. It had started two years ago when the 16 year ol...