Research Study

I was offered a small sum of money to participate in a vague research study. Something about gender brain chemistry. It didn't offer much, but times were tough and there was an all expenses paid stay at what looked like a stunning beach resort. How bad could it be? I thought. When I got there, things were pretty weird right off the bat. We were first separated by gender, then given our own quarters on opposite sides of the resort. We were able to see each other from afar, but weren't really allowed to interact. Here's where it got strange...they made us guys dress like girls, and vice-versa. The first few weeks were awkward and painful. We were put on a strange diet consisting mostly of a strange milk-like beverage, and were encouraged to grow out our hair and learn how to apply makeup. A few of the guys quit angrily, embarrassed and frustrated. To make things worse, we could see the girls on the other side going through the same thing in reverse, walking around topless while we looked ridiculous in bikinis and wearing women's underwear that barely fit our junk. 

After those initial few weeks, I started noticing changes. I lost a ton of weight, but not so much in my hips and chest. My penis was steadily shrinking, and soon the bathing suits were fitting a lot better than I cared to admit. I did feel good though, healthier than I'd ever been, and my hair grew long and luxurious as my body hair receded. On the other side, I watched the girls gaining muscle mass and losing their curves. By now we all realized what the study was about, but it was too late. We were all addicted to the milky drink, noticing withdrawal symptoms when we refused to take it. 

It's now been months, and I've completely adapted to being a woman. I eagerly look forward to my daily drink, hoping it would continue enhancing my hourglass figure. I was proud of my huge tits, and how well they fit in a tiny bikini. We've been watching the other side with curiosity. It was difficult to admit at first that we were attracted to the former women that had now transformed into manly studs, but after months of no contact with the opposite sex, we were all ready to know what it felt like to be fucked. I took another gulp of the liquid, my thick thighs splayed out on the ground as I fantasized myself bouncing up and down on a thick cock. I'm not sure what this means for the research program, but I don't really care anymore. 

Coming in Nicely

A dainty hand cupped my left breast. The label on the bottle said to expect visible results in 3-6 months, after rubbing the ointment into the chest twice a day. I started noticing changes after only a few weeks, my nipples doubling in size and becoming more sensitive. After two months, fatty tissue steadily accumulated into two bountiful lumps which looked like they might be a C cup. I never dreamed it would work so well. It was supposed to be an experiment, I was going to be stuck at home for a while anyway, and curiosity got the best of me. Now, every morning and evening when I apply the ointment onto these luscious tits, I end up spending at least an hour playing with my nipples and having intense orgasms.
I've been wondering..my hair is already long, my frame was pretty feminine already. Maybe I should apply some to my face? And I should probably buy a bra already. Although...I'm still growing and my sweaters do feel good rubbing against my nips. I know the bottle said only twice a day, but I think I need more..

Split Personality

It's happening again. Oh god. I can feel it, every tingling sensation in my flesh as it reshapes my body into a form it was never meant to have. It started a while ago, but the changes have been getting more frequent.

I was (still am, but probably not for long) an ambitious research assistant at a top-tier biotech lab. Our lead scientist was working on a formula that would enhance dormant but attractive physical traits in the subject. I was privy to all the research, and in my arrogance, thought I could improve on the formula and create my own version. After some tinkering and many late nights in the lab, I downed the vial, heart beating with excitement at the prospect of it working. If I could prove that my formula was a success, they'd have to promote me. I felt no different for the rest of the day, I noted with some disappointment, but as I tried to fall asleep, waves of pain wracked my entire body. I passed out and
woke up in a daze of confusion, feeling oddly sore in places I couldn't quite point out. Bleary eyed, I noticed on my phone that I had slept through the entire following day and night...and that I was wearing women's underwear, which looked ridiculous on my large frame. It took me a few weeks to figure out what was happening. The formula had triggered some sort of dormant personality within me..one that happened to be female. I'd evidently changed back the first night, but I started blacking out more and more, for longer periods of time. I was getting better at staying conscious during the transformation. I could only piece together that my alter-ego referred to herself as Amber, and that she regarded herself as our "true dominant personality" repressed only by a cruel twist of fate. She had no intention of fading away. I would sometimes wake up days later, noticing how she would change my apartment, or get a new tattoo. She most likely fucked strangers too. The thought gave me a shiver. I most likely fucked strangers. Today I woke up with pierced nipples. I couldn't remember the exact moment Amber did it, but an imprint of a pleasurable memory flashed in my mind, causing me to subconsciously grab at my chest. I was able to hold on longer during the transformations now, sometimes having conversations with Amber. She agreed to try something new this time. We'd let each other attempt to be passengers while the other had control. I didn't want to admit it, but the thought of being in her sexy body excited me.
Mmmhh...my ass was starting to fill out. Was Amber getting sexier with each transformation, or was I remembering more?

I clutched at the sheets as my hips popped outwards, widening into place and completing Amber's perfect hourglass figure. Lastly, I could feel what remained of my manhood being re-absorbed into my uterus. My uterus? I meant Amber's. I could hear a gasp of orgasmic pleasure escape Amber's lips as the changes started winding down. I'd never gotten this far while still feeling everything. I'd never experienced such pleasure. With a sigh, Amber's eyes fluttered open, and I could feel my hand reaching for my new folds, but I wasn't in control.

                                       

"See, was that so bad?" She said with a smile. I was aware of everything she was doing, and could feel everything she felt too. Still awash in orgasmic bliss, I could only muster a weak, "Mmm-hmm."

"Try to enjoy the ride. I doubt you'll want to go back after all the fun I have planned for the next week," she said wickedly.

Amber put on a pair of panties and a crop top, carefully doing her makeup. We were doing our makeup. She took a few selfies for her thousands of loyal followers. I could feel our pussy tingling in anticipation. I think Amber is here to stay.

Allergic Reaction

In my late teens, I developed a strange allergic reaction. Any time I'd have a taste of milk, my body would suddenly and violently undergo a complete gender transformation. The doctors were perplexed, no one really knew how or why my cells reacted in such a drastic way to lactose. They explained that the effects should wear off in about 24 hours or so. As I sat there in the doctors office after my first transformation, with him awkwardly prodding my new fleshy tits, I just hoped it wouldn't affect my life too much.

A few years later when I was in college, one of my roommates found out about my predicament when I accidentally ate a dairy cookie and sprouted long hair and a girly figure before his eyes.

"Please don't tell anyone," I yelped, raising my hand in a futile attempt to cover my growing breasts. He was too shocked to say anything but nod. I explained that it was an allergic reaction and that it would wear off. Since then, he's kept his word and hasn't told anyone, BUT as we became closer as friends, he would sometimes prank me by putting milk in my drinks.

"Don't hate me dude, I just think it's way more fun to have a hot girl around the dorms every now and then," he laughed.

A hot girl. When I heard him say that, it triggered something in me. I'd always tried to avoid exploring my body out of embarrassment, but I had to admit, my female body felt pretty good. When I reached for my drink in the fridge this time, late at night in just my sweatpants, I was already expecting it to be spiked with milk. I downed it all anyway. My body convulsed with pleasure as my breasts burst forth, hips widening and stretching my sweatpants. Long hair tickled my back, and I suppressed a very girly moan. He was right, it was nice to have a hot girl around...maybe I should knock on his door and see if he agrees.

Protein Shakes

Kevin knew it was coming, but when his boss informed him that he was no longer employed, he fell into a deep depression. To make matters worse, after a solid month of moping around at home, his girlfriend left him. What was the point of doing anything anymore? He walked to the fridge for the hundredth time and noticed that his ex left a bottle of one of her special protein shakes. Not wanting it to go to waste, Kevin chugged it all down. It was a delicious fruity blend of strawberry and peach. Delicious. He also noticed a peculiar tingling in his nipples and butt...as well as an erection that came out of nowhere. Shrugging, he downed whatever was left in the bottle. He looked up the label online and ordered a months supply of the stuff.

A few weeks later, Kevin was definitely noticing some changes in his body. His hair was growing at a remarkable pace, and the more he drank, the more his body slimmed down while plumping up in other places. It was obvious what was happening - Kevin now had a tiny waist followed by a round heart shaped ass, which filled out his ex's shorts quite nicely. His chest had now inflated into small B cup titties, which jiggled enough for him to start wearing some support. He still got incredibly horny whenever drinking the shake, but he noticed his penis shrink a little bit more every time, and now it was little more than a throbbing little nub of pleasure. He couldn't stop now, it felt too good. Kevin wasn't depressed anymore. He had a renewed purpose in life: keep drinking the shake until he was 100% woman, and hotter than his ex. Who knows, that might actually be a new way to make some money too...

Tainted Water

"You see that water cooler over there? Never drink from it," said Mark, the guy showing me around the office. It was my first day on the job at Delphine Labs. I'd been working hard for years to get them to respond to all the research papers I sent them, hoping they'd assign me to their top secret R&D division. Right now though, I was distracted by the busty petite hottie bending over in a pair of tight jeans to get a drink of water.

"Hey, new guy! You paying attention?" Mark snapped his fingers at me. "Don't get distracted. That curvy bombshell you're eyeing is Bianca, formerly Boris," he saw me raise an eyebrow. "Yes, she used to be a dude. Actually a very promising new recruit, not unlike yourself. They like to play games with us here, so that water cooler is dosed with an extremely powerful feminizing compound. At one point a lab tech thought it would be funny to see how many people would drink it, and it sort of just became tradition. A few cups won't do much, but Bianca here has been taking regular water breaks for two years. Now she's the office slut."

I gulped. I couldn't help but wonder if they'd still take me seriously if I ended up being just a modest C cup...