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“Are you sure you want this?” Austin said, trying to avoid staring at his friend’s new cleavage for too long. “I can’t believe i’m saying this, but fuck me. Right now. I’m so horny i can’t even think straight” Dan said, struggling to keep his composure. He couldn’t believe it had come to this, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He had been holding off for weeks, hoping that a way to reverse the Great Shift would be found any day now, but as he stared down his friend who had shifted into the body of a male model, he only felt one thing: Lust. He had been the only one of his friends    that crossed the gender gap after shifting into the body of his older brother’s girlfriend, Lauren. As much as he tried to respect his new body’s privacy, he had always had a crush on her, something which had only increased by seeing it from the inside. Even getting dressed in the mornings was starting to get his new body all hot and bothered, let alone the few times he’d tried to masturbate on his own. Se

“Oh god, how am I gonna tell my parents about this??” John whispered, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He was only a week into his student exchange trip to Brazil, and he had somehow already caught the Gender Virus. To make it even worse, it was completely his fault. His school had warned him about going out on his own and interacting with strangers due to reports of the virus in his area, but why would he go to Brazil if he couldn’t party? He had snuck out on his very first free weekend behind his host family’s back and walked to a nightclub he found online, and the rest was history. After a few drinks, any sense of caution flew out the window and he found himself making out with a girl his age in the line to the bathrooms. By the time he got back to his bedroom, sneaking through the window not to wake up his host family, the virus was already taking hold. His head was spinning from the alcohol, but he quickly sobered up as he felt a warmth spread through his body, taking him

  Hey Kate, where’s your boyfriend? I haven’t seen him in a couple days?” Melissa asked her sorority sister, scanning the party for familiar faces. “Huh? Oh, i think he said he had the flu or something, he’s been cooped up in his dorm the past few days” Kate responded. “I haven’t seen him since Wednesday.” “Tell him to get better soon, he hangs around the house so much he might as well be a member of the sorority at this point!” Melissa laughed. Little did they know how true her words were about to become. Back in his dorm room, Luke was going through something more drastic than the Flu: He had always known he had the genes for second puberty in him, a possibility of rapid gender change he had thought he had gotten out of unscathed when he got through his teen years and into college still male. He hadn’t suspected at all that the flu-like symptoms he had been feeling the past few days had been those dormant genes activating in his body, spurred on by an overload of close female contact

  “Stacey, come on! Take your selfies in the car, we’re gonna be late for ladies night!” Erica laughed, already a little drunk from the pregaming.   “Sorry! one more and i’m done, promise!” Stacey responded, still making sure her reflection was just perfect. “I promised Dan i’d send him a pic in my new top and my boobs look so good in this lighting.” “Oh my god you are such a slut! I don’t blame you though, he’s so hot. How’s the sex?” Melissa responded, adjusting her top.  The three roommates had come a long way since they had moved in together last year as Steve, Eric, and Matt, recent grads who had come to the city with dreams of kicking off their careers. Steve had caught the Gender Virus a few weeks into their lease, a gift he quickly spread to his two roommates when they walked in on him masturbating after his change. Now, the trio had swapped movie nights with ladies night at the bar, a change that left everyone involved more satisfied, especially when they brought a couple guys

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  Was it worth it? I still ask myself that sometimes. I had given my whole life up to be a part of the program, a company that matches rich young bachelors with trophy wives. I wasn’t exactly a rich young bachelor - no job, no prospects - so that left me with the “trophy wife” side of the equation. I still remember how nervous i was, signing my old life away for the company to transform as they pleased, molding my body to match my future husband’s desires.   But then i remember how good it felt seeing my new body for the first time, tracing my fingers along my new curves. I remember my first night with my new husband, moaning in ecstasy as he held me down and dominated me, taking me to pleasures i never could have experienced as a man. I remember getting dressed up for my man, picking out the perfect dress to remind him just how lucky he is. He picked out my new body after all, the least i could do is show it off for him… Oh, that and the surprise i have planned for him after dinner. W