It’s not fair
It’s not fair. I had almost aged out, only days away from growing past the point where i’d be safe for good from Second Puberty. The sword that had been hanging over my head since i first hit puberty, the daily reminder that my masculinity could be stripped from me at any moment was so close to being gone for good. Then I felt it. Like an emptiness in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know how, but i knew. I was becoming a woman. The doctor called it a one in a million chance, being diagnosed this late. Rarer than winning the lottery. Lucky me. My prize was watching my body rebuild itself from the ground up, giving me the body I would have been born with as a girl. The first few weeks were the roughest, watching all the muscle and height i’d built up since i was thirteen slowly get stripped away from me. The women in my family were all short, and it looked like i’d be no exception to that rule. They were also all on the bustier side, something that sat with me uneasily as my cock slowly