Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2011 03:13:39 +0100
From: Bill Williamson <billwillerotica@gmail.com>
Subject: New Virus

My name is Bill Williamson.  I work as an assistant researcher at
Delmont Laboratories in Berkeley, CA.  Delmont labs is an active biotech
firm with research in a wide array of technologies.  My job involves
working on new ways to use viruses to insert genes into human DNA to help
treat disease.  Delmont Labs had other groups working on genetic
engineering in plants, as well as possible medical applications of
nanotechnology.  In fact, one of my friends in the nanotech section, Jim,
and his boss Alan had gone missing just over a month ago.

But this wasn't the time to worry about my missing friend, I berated
myself.  I should be happy right now.  Really happy.  I had just had what
was probably the best sex of my life.  An amazingly pretty girl had picked
up me at a bar last night!  Me!  I was usually horrible with women.  I
never knew what to say, was always really nervous.  And I never had one
night stands.  Except last night.  As I stood in the bathroom, looking at
myself in the mirror, I thought back.

Wow, was she ever amazing.  She was tall for a girl, about 5'8", short
brown hair, had nice, wide hips, narrow waist, and tremendous breasts.
Large but not humongous. They were very well-shaped, almost
gravity-defying.  They had cute little areolas capped by large nipples a
bit larger than pencil erasers.  I smiled remembering her sexy moans as I
sucked on those wonderful nipples.  But aside from this really sexy girl
who actually went for my socially awkward self, the thing that really
surprised me was her penis.

Yes, this beauty had a penis.  It was even bigger than mine, too!  I was a
little surprised by it, and she was rather embarrassed.  Now I understood
why on Earth she would inform me that she had a pussy.  At the time I
thought that was a rather odd thing to say.  This girl was a hermaphrodite.
She had no balls, but instead of a clitoris she had a monster of a penis, a
good nine inches long, though no wider than my own.  She asked me to just
ignore it, and that I didn't have to worry about pleasuring her penis any.

I wasn't gay by any stretch.  I never found guys attractive.  They just
didn't do anything for me.  But when I saw this curvacious woman, sitting
on my bed, naked, in my bedroom, clearly embarrassed by her penis, I
smiled.  At the time I was incredibly turned on by her, penis or no, and I
intended to show my pleasure.  I remembered quickly getting on my knees on
the floor in front of her, bent down, and started sucking her off.  I
licked my lips at the memory.

Never having tasted cum before, I was a bit surprised.  It didn't taste
half bad.  The aftertaste wasn't pleasant, but other than that it wasn't
half bad.  I was a bit curious as to whether or not it was normal cum,
given that she didn't have any balls.  But in any case I thought it might
be fun to do it again.  Especially if it resulted in a night of sex like
last night!  I didn't plan on sucking off any guys any time soon, but this
girl I'd suck off every single night if I could, smiling at the memory of
the resulting five hours of non-stop sex.  I was amazed that I got it up
that many times.  Holy hell did she turn me on!  How many times was it,
anyway?  Seven? Eight?  I had lost count.

Just then, I heard a shuffling in the hall.  Clearly she'd woken up.  I'd
left her laying in bed with a morning wood clearly evident under the sheet.
So I put a smile on my face and opened the bathroom door.  My smile rapidly
evaporated when I noticed she had all her clothes on, and had her back to
me, moving quickly out of the apartment.

"Wait!" I said, "Where are you going?"  She looked back at me, a look of
pain and sympathy contorting her face.  "I'm so sorry, she said,"
practically crying.  She turned, as if she couldn't bear to look at me, and
ran towards the door to my apartment.  As she opened the door, I said, "I
don't even know your name!"  "I'm sorry," she said, looking at me.  I could
see a tear running down her cheek.  "I'm sorry."

Then the door was closed.  She was gone.  Gone.  But why?  She'd just given
me the best night of sex in my life.  And I knew she enjoyed it immensely
too.  You don't make sounds like that when you aren't having a good time!
And you certainly don't do it for hours!  I was confused and hurt.  Why was
she leaving me?  And why was she sorry about it?  I just had no idea what
to do.

Over the next few days, my thoughts often drifted back to this mystery
woman.  I wondered where she was, what she was doing.  I wondered why she'd
approached me that night, and why she'd left so suddenly.  I wished she'd
left some way for me to contact her, I was so desperately hoping to see her
again.  I sighed.  It had been one boring weekend after that Friday night.
I stayed home the rest of the weekend, feeling a bit sorry for myself.

---------------

It was Monday morning.  I was in the shower, getting ready to head in to
work..  One thing struck me as a bit unusual as I was washing my crotch.
My balls weren't hanging low.  Usually my balls hanged quite low in the
shower, due to the warm water.  But today they weren't.  They were tightly
hugging my body.  But what was even more strange is that the skin didn't
seem wrinkled as it usually did when they were hugging my body so tight.  I
bent over, looking a bit more closely.  Indeed, the skin around my balls
actually looked tight, as if it couldn't stretch any more at all.

As I was examining himself, my fingers brushed the area just at the base of
my balls, and I practically gasped in response.  That area had become much
more sensitive.  Not as good as my penis, but much more sensitive than it
used to be. Now that I looked, my penis also seemed longer than it had
before, and as I rubbed the erogenous zone just behind my balls, I noticed
that it also felt different from before.  Not just more sensitive, but also
softer.

I was shocked when I realized what it was.  I had a hard-on from all this
attention, but I couldn't feel it down there!  I could always feel the base
of my penis stretching down between my legs when I was hard.  But today, it
just felt soft.  Maybe that's why my penis seemed longer?  Because it
actually was?  It had detached from its anchor down there?  No wonder it
was hard, but also just hanging downward, instead of standing up at
attention.

Just like the mystery girl's.

No, this couldn't be happening.  That's insane.  There's no way I'm turning
into a hermaphrodite.  But I couldn't deny that there were some significant
anatomical changes going on.  A penis doesn't simply detach painlessly. I
had heard of surgery to do this, surgery that some porn stars would undergo
to make their penises look bigger.  But it definitely didn't make sense
that it would just happen on its own, especially without any sort of
injury!

I was shocked, but I also was amazed at the sensations coming from down
there. While examining myself, I had my right hand holding my cock to the
side, with my left hand pulling my balls up, stroking the flesh below them.
That stroking felt better than anything I'd felt outside of my penis, and
pretty soon I found myself masturbating fully, stroking below my balls with
my left hand, pumping my penis with my right.  It wasn't long before I
came.

Breathing heavily, I swore.  That felt fantastic, but was incredibly
disturbing at the same time.  The reason I swore, though, was that I had to
get to work, and quickly.  With all the extra time spent in the shower, I
was liable to be late.

-----------------

"Man, Bill, you look like shit.  Are you okay?"

"Thanks, Tom, you really know how to make a guy feel good."

This day wasn't starting out so well. "So, what's been going on?  Haven't
been getting enough sleep?"

"Nah, I've been sleeping well enough.  Been feeling pretty good, actually."

"Well, you don't look like it.  I think you might have gained a bit of
weight too, and not in a good way."

"What?"

"Your ass, man.  You look like you've packed on a couple of pounds down
there."

"Tom, really, I'd love to stay and chat about how I look like shit, but I
have to get to work.  I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, dude, see you later!"

Tom was such an annoying jerk.  And he was always so cheery about it.
Pissed me off.  But this was quite a bit worse than usual.  Usually he was
just being insensitive, but he was also pointing out things that I already
knew, so I was at least prepared for it.  This time, though, I actually
felt good (if a bit weird about the whole shower experience).  To hear
Tom's insults now shook me.  How much was I changing?  Had I not noticed?
Were my pants tight this morning not because I'd just put on an older pair,
but because my ass had actually gotten bigger?

Mondays usually aren't that great.  This one wasn't good at all.

-----------------

A few minutes later, I arrived at my office.  I share an office with
Cheryl, a very intelligent biochemist who does fantastic lab work.

"Good morning, Bill," she said upon hearing me walk in.  She then looked up
and smile, but her smile quickly turned to concern.  "Are you feeling okay?
You don't look well."

Still a little annoyed at Tom, I grumbled, "I'm okay."

"Well, if you want to talk about it, I'm here."

My voice raised a little, "I said I'm okay."

"I'm sorry, I'll let you get to work."

I sat down at my computer and fumed for a few minutes, getting nothing
whatsoever done.  Cheryl was just being nice, I knew.  We got along well,
and she was always considerate.  I was just in a bad mood, but I was simply
too upset at the moment to apologize to her.

As I was sitting there, my balls started to feel really uncomfortable.  I
must have sat down wrong or something.  I shifted a little in my seat, and
felt my balls shift.  The discomfort went away, and so I finally got to
work.  My work here at Delmont Labs is split between lab work and computer
work.  Most of the time I'm on the computer, typically running simulations.
The lab work is expensive, and I have to justify my use of the lab with
lots of preparatory work.  That's what I was doing today.

But it didn't seem to be going very well.  I just couldn't concentrate.  My
mind was alternately wandering between Friday night's amazing sex,
wondering just who the hell that mystery woman was, the changes with my
penis that I noticed in the shower, and the fact that everybody seemed to
think I was ill or something, even though I felt fine.  It was all very
disturbing, and I just could not focus on the task at hand.

About an hour later, frustrated and unable to think, I took a bathroom
break.  As I stood up and started walking, something felt a little off, but
I couldn't place it. Whatever it was, it was subtle.  I shook my head and
continued on to the bathroom. I didn't really have to go that badly, I just
needed to get up and walk, and a bathroom break was a good enough excuse
for me.

Just because I wanted a little bit of time, I decided to go in the stall
and sit down.  I dropped my pants, sat down, and put my hand on my penis as
usual to make sure it was aimed downward far enough.  Then I noticed what
was wrong.  My balls! They'd disappeared!

My eyes went wide.  My heart started beating rapidly.  I was on the verge
of freaking out.  What the fuck was happening to me?  I lifted up my penis
to confirm the diagnosis.  Sure enough, where before there was a dangling
sack, now there was just a little bit of wrinkled skin.  I felt around, and
it was just soft, with no indication that there had ever been testicles
there.  I just had a penis, and that was all.

Now it was obvious.  I was changing.  Dramatically.  But what in the hell
was I going to do about it?  My heart continued to race as I went over the
possibilities. As insane as it was, it seemed that the only thing that
could be happening was I was turning into a girl.  A girl with a penis.
Just like the mystery girl.  I didn't know how long it would take, but the
changes seemed to be progressing rapidly.  What the hell could I do about
it?  Who would believe me?  If I went to a doctor, what would happen to me?
Would I end up being confined somewhere for clinical research?  Scratch
that, they'd want to confine me just to prevent this from spreading!

As frightening as this transition was, I was more scared by the prospect of
being imprisoned.  I resolved that I couldn't tell anybody about this.
People already thought I looked a little ill, so I figured I'd head home
early, then call in sick. I had some savings I could use to start a new
life as a woman.  A woman with a big dick.  My mind kept going back to that
fact.  I couldn't tell whether I liked the idea of keeping my penis or not.
On the one hand, I could still use it to fuck women, so that I'd keep at
least a little bit of my male self.  On the other, it would make me into a
bit of a freak.

But, penis or no, what would I do as a woman?  How would I get a new
identity?  How would I live?

There was a knock on the door.

"Are you all right in there?"

It was Cheryl.  I guess I'd been in the bathroom longer than I'd thought.
And I didn't even go!

"I'm fine!  Sorry, guess I just need some more fiber.  I'm just finishing
up now."

"Okay, sorry to be such a worry wort.  I'll see you in a few minutes!"

Back at the office, I told Cheryl, "Actually, I guess I am feeling under
the weather.  I told myself I could still work, but this just isn't going
very well. I'll call Phil up and let him know I'm heading home."  Phil was
our boss.

"I thought there was something you weren't telling me," she said with an
impish grin.  "Okay, Bill, take care of yourself!  Get well soon!"

-----------------

I arrived home around noon, and thought about starting to figure out how I
would deal with my new life, whatever that was going to be, but I just
didn't feel like it.  Instead, I plopped myself down in front of the TV and
started watching something random.  Syfy had a Stargate SG-1 marathon
running, and though I'd seen the entire series, I couldn't exactly be
choosy in finding shows to watch in the middle of the day.

I sat there the rest of the afternoon, getting up only to grab a beer and
make myself a couple of sandwiches.  I was definitely not in the mood for
anything but being extremely lazy.  Probably around the third or fourth
episode of Stargate, I noticed that I found myself rubbing my nipples
through my shirt.  It felt a little rough, but it also felt good.  My
nipples were much more sensitive than they had been previously.

I put my left hand underneath my shirt and started to stimulate my right
nipple directly.  The moment I touched it, I pulled my hand back in
surprise.  My nipple was huge!  It felt it was about the size of a pencil
eraser, and quite stiff! The fabric of my shirt must have been just too
thick for me to tell how big my nipples were until I felt them under the
shirt.  Fuck it, I said to myself.  I don't know of any way to stop this,
so I might as well enjoy it while I can.  So I went back to rubbing.

It felt so good.  This was definitely the most erotic stimulus I'd ever had
above the waist.  It wasn't as good as jerking off, but it still felt very
good.  It wasn't long before I had a raging hard-on.  Unlike previously, it
wasn't that uncomfortable to have a boner while wearing pants, because my
penis had no problem just pointing straight down one of my legs, now that
it was no longer anchored, even if it was now quite a bit longer than
previously.

I got up, grabbed a tissue, then sat back down and pulled my pants off.
With my left hand I continued rubbing my nipples, rubbing one for a while
then going to the other.  With my right, I slowly stroked my penis.  When I
masturbated, I usually went pretty quickly, but for whatever reason, this
time I felt like taking it slow. After a few minutes of stroking, my right
hand started to feel a little wet.

I moved my hand to my face and gave it a whiff.  Pussy juice.  Definitely
pussy juice.  As if I needed any more evidence that I was turning into a
girl.

I put my right hand down below my penis and felt around.  I was wet.
Really wet. But there was still no pussy yet.  Just some folds of skin and
a very slight indentation.  It did feel really good to rub it down there.
I started to wonder what it would be like to be fucked.

-----------------

Tuesday morning I woke up late.  Before I left on Monday I'd informed Phil
that I was feeling really crappy, and I wasn't going to make it into work
for the next day, at least.  So I could relax and just take it easy today.
First things first, I decided to strip naked and see if I could see any
more changes.  Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, it seemed like the
hair over my chest was a bit thinner than usual.  My nipples were huge, as
I noticed the previous night, but what I didn't notice was just how big my
areolas had gotten.  They were easily twice the size I remembered.  I ran
my finger around one and shivered at the touch.

I quickly dropped my hand so I could get back to the inspection.  The flesh
around my nipples seemed a little bit puffier than usual.  My hips seemed a
tiny bit wider compared to my waist than they had been.  And my face seemed
slightly different. Softer somehow.  Less masculine.  My future pussy now
looked an awful lot like a pussy on the outside (except for the big dick
sticking out of it), but only had a tiny indentation still.  I couldn't get
my finger in even to the first knuckle. Satisfied with my inspection, I
hopped in the shower.

A thought occurred to me as I was washing myself.  I was going to need new
clothes. And I'd better not wait until I was a full woman to do it either.
I had no idea how quickly the changes would progress, but I could still
pass as a guy no problem right now, so I figured I had better head out
today.  Might as well just leave after breakfast, I thought.

-----------------

After I got into the car to head to the store, I noticed another
difference.  I had to move the car seat forward a notch so that I could
comfortably reach the gas pedal.  I guess I'd missed one change in my
pre-shower inspection.

The drive to the store took five minutes, and I quickly made my way to the
women's department.  What was I going to buy?  I figured I had to get some
loose clothing, as I didn't yet know what my size would be.  I didn't even
know women's sizes, so I panicked a little.

Just then, I heard a voice behind me, "Can I help you, sir?"

I turned around, a little startled.  "Sorry," I said, "You surprised me."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.  Is there anything I can do to help?"

I took a couple of seconds to go over the story I'd thought of in the
shower and on the drive over.

"My girlfriend asked me to buy her some exercise things, but silly me, I
forgot her exact sizes, and can't seem to reach her.  I do remember her
measurements, though.  Do you think you could help me?"

"Sure!  What are her measurements?"

"Well, she's 5'8", 36" hips, 26" waist, 34" bust.  Is that good enough for
you?  Do you think we could get a couple of pairs of sweat pants, a couple
of shirts, and a couple of sports bras?"  The sizes were, of course, a
completely wild-ass guess.  I just hoped that they wouldn't be too bad a
fit when I finished the change.

"Hmmm, for those items I think that will be good enough," she said
pensively.  "If you were asking for anything that required a tighter fit,
I'd tell you to wait until you can get a hold of her.  But we should be
able to do something for you today.  And, if they don't fit," she said with
a smile, "you can always take them back!"

I smiled, "Thank you so much.  I can't believe I forgot her exact sizes.
You're a big help."  She moved quickly through the women's clothes.  I
barely registered the different sections as I followed.  With a sigh I
realized that very soon, I was going to have to become very familiar with
this section.  If I could find a way to earn money, that is.  We soon
arrived at a rack that had a variety of sweat pants.

"What color would you like to get her?" she asked.

"How about the light blue and the black?"

She quickly rifled through the sweat pants, finding the size she was
looking for after just a few moments.

"Will these do?" She handed me two packages.

"Yes, the color should be fine."

"Now for the shirts.  What did you want to get her?"

"Something simple.  Not too fancy.  This is just for exercise, after all.
Maybe just a couple of plain white short-sleeve t-shirts?"

"How about a pair of tank tops?"

I didn't much like the idea.  But she was right, it made more sense for
exercise gear.  I tried to hide my lack of enthusiasm.

"Yeah, that's probably better."

She quickly moved to another aisle.  "Let's see now, this is for exercise,
so we should get tops with wider shoulders.  Nothing frilly, right?  Okay,
here."  She handed me a package.

"These should be great, thanks."  She smiled and handed me the second.

"Yes, now you also wanted to get her a couple of sports bras, correct?  Do
you know her cup size?"

I panicked for a moment.  Cup size?  What cup size was I going to have?
The mystery girl had rather large breasts, was I going to have the same?  I
decided to pick what I thought was a middle-range choice.

"C, I think."

"That seems a little large for a 34 inch bust.  Well, it's okay, we can get
one that doesn't use cup size.  It's a good thing you're looking for a
sports bra, not a regular bra.  What color would you like?"

"She said she wanted gray."

"Okay, how about these?  They should be a bit tolerant if you get the size
a bit wrong."  She picked out two bras.

"Great, thank you very much for all of your help."

"Will that be all for you today?"

"Yes, thanks!"

"There is a cash register just over there.  Just holler if you need
anything else!"

"Thanks, I'm sure I'll be fine from here."

"Thank you for shopping with us!  Come again!"

I wasn't so sure I was going to do that.  At least not any time soon.  I
really didn't want her recognizing the clothes I just bought if I came
back.  Came back. How the hell was I going to carry money wearing these?
Oh, right, purse.  I was going to have to buy a purse.

"Oh!  I almost forgot!"  She turned back around at my statement.  "I wanted
to buy her a purse as a gift next month.  Could you point me to where your
purses are?"

"Certainly, sir!  They're just over there, in the accessories section, next
to the shoes.  Will that be all?"

"Yes, I think that's all.  Thank you for all of your help."

"No problem!"

-----------------

Back at home, I went over my purchases.  I pulled the sweat pants out of
their packaging and checked their length.  They were a little short on me,
but I knew I was getting shorter, so they'd probably fit soon.  The sports
bra was interesting. I tried it on.  It was made of rather stretchy
material, but was still quite baggy in the front.  And uncomfortable.  I
hoped it'd feel better once I grew into it.

Damn, I was going to have breasts.  How big were they going to be?  Would
they produce milk?  An image flashed in my mind of me nursing a baby.  I
didn't really much like the idea of having breasts, but the thought of
breastfeeding was a bit erotic, in a strange way.  Still, it was
disturbing.  I shook the image from my mind.

With a little bit of difficulty, I pulled the sports bra off.  Later I
figured I should probably get some panties too, but those could wait.  Now,
I just wanted to relax.  I didn't get much done today, but I was definitely
not happy with this whole changing into a woman thing, even though it was a
bit of an erotic idea, and didn't feel like doing anything else.  I left
the clothes in a pile on the end of the couch, and just started watching
TV.

It wasn't long before I started to get horny again.  It didn't seem to have
anything to do what was on TV.  It felt like when I was a teenager, and I'd
get boners for no apparent reason at all.  Granted, it still happened every
once in a while even as an adult, but certainly not this frequently.  I
seemed to be getting hornier by the day.

All told, I think I jerked off a good seven to eight times on Tuesday.  I
also found out that I could get my finger into my forming pussy just passed
the first knuckle.  The first time, I fingered myself a bit as I
masturbated, but it just didn't do much for me.  I couldn't seem to get any
penetration.  So for the subsequent attempts I just sort of rubbed myself
down there with my free hand instead.

-----------------

That night I had some very vivid dreams.  I dreamed of fucking and being
fucked.  I dreamed of having sex in every sexual position I had ever done
it in, and imagined a few new ones.  During the last dream, I was kneeling
at the edge of the bed, with the mystery girl laying on her back at its
edge.  The bed was just high enough for me to get penetration, and I did,
leaning forward over her.  At the same time, a mystery cock was ramming in
and out of my vagina from behind, with hands grabbing the sides of my ass.

I awoke with a raging hard-on and jizz on my stomach.  I hadn't had a wet
dream in years.  Damn was that a sexy dream!  I wondered if I would get to
experience sex in that way.  I licked my lips imagining a big, muscular guy
pounding into my pussy from behind.

What the hell was I thinking?  I've never been attracted to guys.  But now,
somehow, the visual image of a muscular body standing over me, fucking me,
just turned me on all the more.  I started jerking off again.  This time,
as I felt my pussy with my left hand, I noticed I could get a finger in
quite far.  So I tried two.

I was so wet that they just slid right in.  It felt great.  It wasn't as
intense as my penis, but the penetration was a different sort of pleasure.
I fingered myself faster and faster as I jerked off.  I heard myself
starting to moan as I came close to cumming.

Then the phone rang.

"Shit."  I laid back in bed, looked over to the clock on the night stand.
It was 9:04.  I was supposed to have been at work an hour ago, and it was
probably my boss.  Dammit.

I wiped off my hand on the sheet and answered the phone.  "Hel-," my voice
cracked.  I tried again, "Hello?"

"Bill?  This is Phil.  Are you coming in to work this morning?"

"No, sorry." My voice cracked again.  I had a hard time keeping the pitch
at a familiar level.  "I'm just not feeling okay."

"Well, I should inform you that company policy is that you have to get a
doctor's note to be out sick for more than three days."

"Yeah, I know.  I've got some vacation time saved up, though, would it be
okay if I just used that for the next two weeks?"

"I suppose, but you really should see a doctor."

"True," my voice cracked again, "True, but I just don't want to deal with
the hassle, and I get paid more this way anyway."

"Okay, I'll talk to HR for you.  You don't sound so good.  Sore throat?"

"Yeah," I lied. "Thanks a lot, I owe you one."

"No problem.  Take care of yourself!  I'll talk to you later."

"Good bye."

The phone clicked.  Well, that was a load off.  I had two weeks to figure
out what in the hell I was going to do.  But why the hell did he have to
call right then? Oh, well.  I figured I'd have plenty of time to masturbate
later.  I seemed to be doing it all the time now.  I sighed and got out of
bed.

I usually slept nude, and last night was no different, so I decided to go
straight to the bathroom to take a look at myself.  The first thing I
noticed was the hair. I had a lot less of it all over my body.  The hair on
my chest was almost gone entirely (I wondered if I'd see a bunch of hair in
my bed).  The hair on my arms and legs was much thinner than before.  My
hips were now noticeably wider than my waist, with my figure taking on a
more feminine shape.  The puffiness around my nipples was more prominent,
and I had what looked like prepubescent breasts.  My face was softer still.
My jawline was less well-defined, and my cheekbones seemed higher.  I
didn't have a trace of stubble.  Usually it took a couple of days for the
stubble to really be obvious, but it had been four days since I last
shaved.  Normally I'd be looking pretty shaggy by now.

I was really turning into a girl.

As the thought struck me, I had a panic attack.  What the hell was I going
to do? How the hell was I going to live?  I didn't want to be a girl!  I
liked being a guy!  Why the fuck is this happening to me?

I took a few deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down.  Freaking out
wouldn't help me solve any of these problems.  I sighed.

-----------------

That day was another lazy day for me.  I just sat in front of the TV all
day again, getting up only to fix food.  I seemed to want to masturbate
every half hour or so, I was so horny.  Around the third time I decided to
try something.  As I fingered myself and jerked off, I didn't stop
fingering myself after cumming the first time. It wasn't long before I had
my first pussy orgasm.

The feeling was so different from a penis orgasm.  It felt like my entire
body went into convulsions, and I couldn't help but cry out.  But what's
more, instead of my arousal tapering off, the orgasm seemed to just get me
going even more.  I banged away at my pussy with two fingers, and before
long I started to get another hard-on.

I kept at this until my hands were just too tired for any more.  All told,
I ended up with five pussy orgasms and three penis orgasms.  And two very
sore arms and hands.  It felt fantastic.  It wasn't something I was willing
to do every time, it was just too much work, but wow.  I couldn't wait
until I had some real sex.  But there wasn't any way that was going to
happen until I finished changing.

-----------------

The next day, the changes seemed to accelerate.  I now had no noticeable
body hair. The hair on my arms and legs was still there, upon closer
inspection, but thanks to me being a natural blonde, it was barely visible.
I now had proper breasts, if a bit small, and a figure that was distinctly
feminine.  I wasn't a bombshell by any means.  I still looked a bit boyish.
But definitely more girl than boy.  Still, the reflection in the mirror
really turned me on.  It wouldn't be long now and it'd be time to go
outside.  I licked my lips at the prospect of getting some rock hard cock
between my legs.  Other than mine, of course.

It was a strange feeling, really, being turned on by the thought of a guy.
It's something I'd never felt before.  But somehow I wasn't embarrassed at
all about it. It just felt like the most natural thing in the world to want
a guy to pound away at my pussy, even though I'd definitely never felt that
way before.  I'd been curious about it, but I'd never actually desired it.
I wondered if I could get a guy to bed me tonight.  I smiled at the
prospect.  But ultimately, I didn't feel confident enough about it.  I
still looked rather boyish, and just didn't feel comfortable going outside.

So I stayed in again.

-----------------

The next day was Friday.  One week after the night that changed my life
forever.  That morning I started on my new routine of self-examination.
The changes were more subtle, but the effect was striking.  My breasts had
grown noticeably, and were big enough now that they were at least
average-sized, if not a bit larger.  My figure had changed subtly too, just
enough that now there was almost no trace of the fact that I had once been
a man.  I wasn't a bombshell, but there was no way anybody would mistake me
for a man now.

I decided to try on my new clothes again.  I wore some of my boxers for
underwear, and they were rather tight.  The sweat pants fit great, but the
sports bra was just too tight.  I could wear it, but it really wasn't
comfortable.  I guess I underestimated what my bra size would be.  I
wondered if my breasts would grow any more?  I put on the tank top to
finish the outfit, and looked at myself in the mirror.

The effect was striking.  The person I saw looking back at me was a
beautiful woman, ready to get started running on the tread mill.  Except
for the hair.  The hair on my head looked off.  It was still a man's cut
and style.  I messed with my hair for a good half hour before giving up.  I
just couldn't make it look like it matched my new body.  I was clearly
going to have to get a hair cut.  But what I really needed was long hair.
And a pony tail.  A pony tail would be perfect for this body.  But for now
I had to get rid of what had become a rather ugly haircut due to the
changes in my body.

I decided I felt good enough to go out, so after showering (and
masturbating in the shower...my increased sex drive was not to be denied) I
grabbed my new purse, put my old wallet and keys in it, and headed out the
door.  I was extra careful to follow all traffic rules the entire way, as I
really did not want to be pulled over holding the driver's license of some
strange guy in my purse.  The drive to the hair stylist was only ten
minutes, though, so I wasn't too concerned.  I knew about this place, but
had never gone there before because I felt it looked too feminine. Now I
figured it was just right.

One thing that I was rather surprised with was that the first thing they
did was give me a nice wash.  Even though I'd washed my hair, I went along
with it, and it felt great.  When she was done, she asked, "Okay, what
would you like done?" Apparently she was too nice to comment on my (now)
horrible haircut.

"Well, last time I got a hair cut they totally butchered it.  I thought I
wanted it short, but I think I'd like to grow it out a bit.  But I don't
want it to look like complete crap while it grows.  Do you think you can
fix it up a bit so it doesn't look so bad?"

"Hmmm."  She pursed her lips.  "Yes, I think I can help with that.  It
looks like it just needs a little bit of reshaping."  She quickly got to
work.

As she was working on my hair, I paid very little attention to what she was
doing. This young girl, though, really turned me on.  Clearly I wasn't
turning homosexual. Or rather, staying heterosexual while changing sex, I
corrected myself.  I was turned on by both men and women now.  When she
lightly brushed a breast on my shoulder as she was working around me, my
heart leaped.  I had a hard-on the the entire twenty minutes it took her to
cut my hair.  I was very thankful I didn't have to worry about it making a
tent in my loose sweatpants.  I was a bit worried my wetness would soak
through, though.  Fortunately that didn't happen.

When she was finished, and asked me if it looked okay, I couldn't hardly
think I was so turned on.  When she smiled as I said, "It looks great,
thanks!" I only barely stopped myself from kissing her.

Clearly I was going to have to go straight home after this.
-----------------

That night, I had more vivid dreams of sex.  This time with a horse!  The
feeling of that horse pounding its monster cock into me was amazing, even
if it was just a dream.  That's not something I would ever do in the real
world, but hey, it was just a dream.  Give a guy, er, girl a break, okay?

That morning my breasts were noticeably larger.  I couldn't wear the sports
bras comfortably any longer.  I could still wear one, but it was just too
uncomfortable, so I just walked around the house in one of my new tank tops
and sweats.  Without a bra, the tank top held very little to the
imagination.  And my figure was much sexier.  I wasn't just all woman now.
I was hot!  Wide hips, narrow waist, large breasts, luscious lips, a
perfectly-formed face, cute nose.  Today I was going to have to get some
real sex, and now I had the tools to do it.  Well, except for the clothes.
I was going to need some new clothes before tonight.

A few hours later, as I was masturbating on the couch (again), and the
doorbell rang.  I swore, pulled my pants back up, and went to the door
without thinking, drying off my pussy juice-covered left hand on my pants.
I was still in the tank top, with my nipples rather clearly showing
through, and I'd completely forgotten that I didn't want to be seen.

It was Cheryl.  She was holding a bouquet of flowers with a get well card.
How nice of her.  "Hi," she stammered, clearly surprised a woman answered
the door, "is Bill here?"

I was shocked for a split second when I realized how stupid it was to
answer the door, but recovered quickly.  "No, I'm sorry, he's out.  Would
you like to come in?"  I wasn't sure what made me ask her to come in at
first.  Then I realized: I was super horny and wanted to fuck Cheryl's
brains out.  We'd been coworkers for a long time now, and had always been
friends.  I'd sort of idly fantasized about having sex with her, but never
seriously considered it.

Cheryl seemed very off balance.  I'd never seen her like this.  She seemed
nervous, unsure of herself.  "Sure, I guess.  Maybe I can put these in some
water for him." As she stepped over the threshold, I noticed something
else.  Cheryl was my height! I'd gotten much shorter.  I hardly noticed
that I moved just close enough to her as she passed so that my breast
brushed her arm.  The brief contact sent shivers up my spine.

I took her to the kitchen.  "So," I decided to play ignorant, "do you work
with Bill?"

"Yes.  My name's Cheryl.  And you are?"

Ugh.  I had to think fast.  A female version of my own name wasn't going to
work.

"Felicia.  I'm Bill's sister, here to take care of him for a bit."

"Where is he?"

"He went to the doctor this morning."  I hoped she wouldn't realize that
that was a bit unusual for a routine visit on a Saturday. "I wanted to be
with him, but he insisted he go alone."  It didn't make much sense, but
Cheryl seemed to be so out of sorts that she couldn't think straight.

We both had a hard time thinking of anything to say after that.  She found
a vase in one of the cupboards.  As she was putting the flowers in the vase
and pouring the water, I found myself standing extremely close.  Hell, I
was touching her arm with my breasts.  She seemed to be trying to ignore
me, but wasn't obviously put off by my unusual contact.  When she turned
away to put the flowers down on the counter, I followed close on her heels.
As she turned away from the counter, I didn't give her a second to think.
I kissed her straight on the lips.

She practically melted at my touch.  Her arms came around my back.  She
grabbed my ass and pulled me in close.

And felt my penis.

She pulled away.  "What is that?"

"My penis."

"You have a...what the hell am I doing?  What is going on here?"

"Do you want it to stop?"

She looked into my eyes for a long moment, and I could see the desire.
"No," she eventually said.  "No I don't."  I drew her into another long
kiss, this time pushing her against the counter with my hips, my breasts
pushed against hers, arms around her back. We stayed like that for a while.
She didn't stop kissing me for a moment as she started pushing my pants
down.  I followed suit and unbuttoned hers. Soon both of our pants were
around our ankles, and we kicked them free.

As we stood there kissing, with our naked lower bodies rubbing against each
other, she reached down with one hand and grabbed my dick.  She spread her
legs slightly to allow access, and pulled my penis up to the entrance of
her sopping wet pussy. I happily pushed upward, and she moaned into my
mouth at the penetration.  It was a very awkward position, but we made the
best of it.  She drew her hands up, under my shirt, and kneaded my breasts.
I had my hands on her hips as I thrust upward into her.  It wasn't long
before I came close to cumming.  I leaned towards her, kissing her deeply.
She dropper her hands from my breasts and moved them to my ass, pulling me
into her with each thrust.  I pounded into her furiously, and a few moments
later I came.  I could feel her body convulsing at the same time.

We pulled our lips apart.  I still had my softening penis in her as I
looked into her eyes, and she back in mine.

"What the fuck?" she said.

"I have no idea, but I can't say I'm sorry it happened."

"Neither am I."  She leaned forward to kiss me again.  "We're not going to
stop there, are we?" she asked with an impish grin.

I smiled, "Not if you don't want to.  Let's head to my bed, shall we?"

She smiled back and nodded, "Yeah, that sounds amazing."  I pulled back
from her, and my dick fell out.  I led her by the hand to my bedroom.  She
practically attacked me once I reached the edge of the bed.  She was
kissing me furiously as I sat there.  Soon, she pulled her body back just
enough so that she could pull my shirt off, and I started pulling hers off
in kind.  We separated for just a moment to pull our shirts over our heads,
then went back to kissing.  She was wearing nothing but a bra, and I was
completely naked.

I reached around her and pulled her close, so that I could reach her bra.
The positioning was a little awkward, though, and I fell backwards onto the
bed with her on top of me.  We barely managed to not bump heads, and
giggled before resuming our kissing.  I reached around and undid her bra
strap.  She pulled herself up just enough to get her arms out of the bra,
then threw it aside.  She was laying on top of me, our breasts touching,
our tongues probing each other's mouth.  I started to grow hard again.

She pulled back a bit and smiled, "I see you're recovering."  She slid down
my body then sat on the floor so that her head was at just the right height
to give me a blow job.  "Oh, my," she said, "I didn't know you had a pussy
too!  You're the best of both worlds, aren't you?  And your dick is so
big..."

With that, she grabbed my dick with her right hand, and put her mouth over
the tip. She then brought her left hand up and stuck some fingers into me.
I couldn't be sure, but it felt a hell of a lot bigger than when I'd done
it.  She pulled up just enough to say, "God you're wet," then went back to
licking the tip of my dick.  She started bobbing up and down as her fingers
pressed into me.

"Oh God.  Oh God.  Oh yes."  I couldn't help but cry out as she continued
her ministrations.  Her mouth was amazing, and she was stretching me so
much down there!  It hurt a little, but it felt so good.  She pounded into
me deeper, harder with her hand as she took more and more of my cock into
her mouth.  I had no idea what she was doing down there with her hand, but
it felt fucking amazing, even if it was a bit painful.  My body quickly
started shuddering as I had an orgasm from deep in my pussy.  She felt it,
looked up in my eyes, and kept going.

As she continued, my orgasm didn't stop.  It just continued to build.  I
screamed. This time my cum filled her mouth, and she sucked every drop dry.
She pulled her head back and smiled.  I smiled back at her, then looked
down.  Her hand was still in my pussy.  Her whole hand!  She had been
fisting me!

"You gave me such a deep fucking, I thought I'd return the favor," she said
as she smiled at me.  Then she started moving her hand again, and a third
orgasm started to build.  I couldn't keep silent, but I couldn't form whole
words either.  I might have wondered if the high-pitched screams I made
every time she pumped her hand were disturbing anybody, if I had the
capacity to think.  All I could do is lie there and respond to the waves of
pleasure crashing over my body as it shuddered again.

When I came down off of my fourth orgasm, she mercifully pulled her hand
out and let me relax a little.  By then, I was starting to get hard again.
She climbed up over me as I lay there panting.  "Come on, you're not done
yet, are you?"

As tired and sore as I was, I was still horny as hell.  "No, no I'm not," I
said as I smiled back at her.

What followed was a good two more hours of sex.  At one point, she tried
fingering me again, and I quickly pushed her hand away.  I was still too
sore.  She giggled and said, "Sorry, guess I overdid it!"  "Yes, you did,
but it was great!"

When we finally finished our sexual marathon, it was mid-afternoon.  We
just laid there on my bed, side by side, exhausted.  With my energy spent,
it felt like my mind began to clear.  Apparently the same was true for her.

"You're not really Bill's sister, are you?"

"What!?"

"Back when you first invited me in, you said Bill had gone to the doctor.
But he wouldn't have gone to the doctor on a Saturday unless it was really
serious.  And even if it wasn't serious, his sister would certainly have
gone with him.  Now I also remember that Bill didn't have a sister, but you
look way too much like Bill to be anybody else.  Plus when you invited me
here, you didn't say 'his bed' or 'the bed', you said, 'my bed.'  You're
Bill, aren't you?"

I paused for a moment, my heart pounding.  Yes, she had it exactly right.
I didn't know what to respond.  For the moment, though, she had more to
say.

"I know, I know, it's insane.  Positively insane.  Bill's a guy.  Except
for your penis, you're as feminine as they come.  But shit, a penis like
that on a girl with your figure just does not happen normally.  So who's do
say you can't be Bill? What happened to you?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.  "I think it might have had to do with
what happened last Friday, though."

"Last Friday?"

I related to her the story of the mystery girl.  The girl who had picked me
up at in an almost deserted bar.  The girl who had shown me a night of sex
like I'd never known.  The girl who had a nine-inch penis.

"So, kind of like what just happened here, then?"

"Yeah, I guess so.  Look, I'm really sorry, Cheryl.  I didn't mean for this
to happen.  I don't know what came over me."

"It's all right.  I guess it was the same for me.  I came here expecting to
make a sick friend feel a little better.  I certainly didn't expect a few
hours of wanton sex!"

"Well, thanks for the thought, Cheryl, I do appreciate it.  I wish I was
just sick. Being sick might suck, but I would at least get over it.  But
this?  Cheryl, I think I'm going to be like this for life.  How the hell am
I going to live?  What am I going to do?"

"Have you tried to get a hold of this mystery girl?"

"No.  She didn't even leave me her name, let alone her phone number."

"Well, have you gone back to the third street bar?  Maybe she goes there
often."

Why the hell hadn't I thought of that?  It was so simple, so
obvious. "Ugh. Cheryl, now I feel like an idiot.  I can't believe I didn't
try that earlier. You're right, though, I should do exactly that."

"Would you like me to come along?  Be your wing girl?" she said with a
smile.

"No!" I said it louder than I meant to. "I mean no, I'm sorry, Cheryl, but
I just worry that I'll be dragging you into more sex you aren't looking
for.  I need to seek her out on my own."

"Well, it was some great sex.  I'm not so sure I'd be opposed to more sex
like that."

"I'm sorry, I just don't feel comfortable with it."

"Okay, suit yourself," she said with a sigh. "But at least let me help you
buy some clothes for tonight.  There's no way I'm letting you go to a bar
in a see-through tank top!"

"I'd really appreciate that Cheryl, thanks!"

-----------------

For the trip to the store, I ended up wearing some of Cheryl's clothes.
She took a short trip to her apartment (it was only a couple of minutes
away) to grab them.  They didn't fit that well, but they still looked
better than my sweats, tank top, and sports bra.  And they were definitely
more comfortable (that sports bra was painfully tight now).  I was very
much looking forward to getting into some clothes that actually fit.

Shopping with Cheryl was much more fun than the somewhat uncomfortable
experience before.  My cover story, to anybody who asked, was that I had
lost my suitcase and needed some clothes to last me the next couple of
days.  I found out that my proper measurements were 37" hips, 28" waist,
and 38" bust, with D-cup breasts.  Size 8 dresses seemed to fit the best.
I sure did make a curvy woman!  I ended up getting four full outfits,
including a different pair of shoes for each one, plus a silk nightie.  I
was going to run out of cash pretty quickly if I kept this up!  I was in
too good of a mood to let money worry me just then, though.

As we were on the way back to my place so that Cheryl could take her car
home, she asked, "Are you sure you don't want me along?  I have been with
you for the last three hours without either of us losing control.  I'm sure
it will be fine.  And hey, if this mystery woman of yours doesn't show up,
at least the two of us can have a good time!"

I sighed, "Okay, I guess so."

"Yay!"  She leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek that lasted just
long enough to let me know that it was a little bit more than a friendly
peck.  Clearly the status of our relationship had changed for good.  I
didn't know what to think about that.  "Well, I'll just head home for a
little bit to get changed for tonight.  I recommend you wear the dress we
got."

I sighed.  I wasn't sure I was ready to wear a dress so quickly.  Oh, well.
Might as well jump in head first.  We decided to meet up again at 8pm at my
place, get some food, then try to make it to the third street bar around
9pm.

-----------------

When we arrived at the bar later that evening, it was packed full.  It
seemed like everybody in town liked to go to the same bar on the same
night, and tonight that bar was the third street bar.  I started to get
scared.  "Cheryl?  What happens if I lose control around so many people?
What happens if even a couple of them start to lose control?"

"Hmm, that could be rather bad.  We'd cause a riot.  Or an orgy!  Or an
orgy and a riot!"

"Yeah, I'm really not ready for that.  Shit, and I was hoping to find her."

"Well, maybe all isn't lost.  She probably has the same problems you do.  I
wonder if she tends to avoid the more crowded bars.  You said this place
was basically deserted when she picked you up?"

"You're right.  Yeah, maybe we can look around at a few of the other bars
nearby, and see if she's picking up guys there!"

I smiled, "That could work!  Let's try it."

So we went bar hopping for the next twenty minutes or so.  Each bar didn't
take very long.  As usual, all of the bars but one were nearly empty.  It
didn't take more than a quick glance inside to see whether or not she was
in there.  And on our fourth attempt, Harry's Bar, we saw her from the
entrance.

The bar, like the others before it, was nearly empty.  There was a couple
sitting at a table as far to one corner as they could get, engaged in quiet
conversation. There was a group of three guys playing pool off to the side.
And the mystery girl, sitting at the bar with a tall glass of beer in hand.
She seemed completely lost in thought, staring at the glass, and hadn't
noticed us yet.

Cheryl stopped, "She looks familiar," she whispered into my ear.

"She does?  You think you might know her?" I said back quietly.

"I'm not sure, but I think maybe I saw her at Delmont Labs!"

"Really?  Then maybe I should notice her too.  Do you think she's a girl we
knew? Or maybe a guy?"

"Right, she could be a guy!  Does she look like any of the....of course!
Bill, it's Jim!  Jim that disappeared last month!"

"You're right!  Now that you mention it, she does look a hell of a lot like
him! It must be him!"

"Excuse me.  Can I help you?"  Jim, the former Jim, may not have noticed
us, but the bartender certainly had.  At his question, Jim looked up and
saw us.  I noticed a flash of recognition in Jim's eyes as he (she?) looked
at Cheryl.

"Two beers, please," Cheryl said without skipping a beat.

"Any particular brand?"

"Sam Adams," I said.

"A Sam Adams sounds good, I'll get one too."

We approached the bar and sat down, a short distance from Jim.  We had
talked about this before.  We decided to give him a chance to come over to
us, instead of approaching him first.  As we sat down, I tried to keep an
eye on Jim without making it obvious I was doing so.  It was clear that he
was staring at us, but I had no idea what he was thinking.

We engaged each other in conversation a bit.  I was sitting closer to Jim
than Cheryl, so that when Cheryl was talking to me, she could directly see
Jim while I couldn't.  I could tell, though, that very frequently she would
glance over in Jim's direction.  Soon, I heard him move over to us, "Mind
if I sit down?"

"Sure, Jim, have a seat," I said loud enough for him to hear, but not the
bartender.  The shocked look on his face told me I was right.  He was still
standing there, frozen.

"Um," he stuttered for a moment, "my name's Jenny."

"Nice to meet you, Jenny.  I'm Felicia, and this is Cheryl."  I lowered my
voice, "But you may remember me as Bill."

"Bill!" she said it a bit louder than she intended, apparently.  "Oh, no,
I'm so so sorry.  I had no idea this would happen, I promise!"

"It's okay, it's okay.  I don't think this is the right place to talk about
it, though.  Come over to my place?  We really want to know everything you
know." I said it was okay, because I wanted her to come.  I wanted to know
what had happened.  But in reality I was rather upset at her for doing this
to me.  I pushed my anger down, though, realizing that the exact same thing
had happened to her.

"Um, sure, I guess that would be okay," said Jim, now Jenny.

"Thanks, let's pay for these drinks and get out of here."

We paid the bartender for our half-finished drinks.  He accepted the money
without comment, but was clearly wondering what the hell was going on.  He
minded his own business, though, and didn't ask.  As we walked out the
door, I caught a glimpse back and saw him shaking his head, clearly
thinking that these girls walking out of his bar were nuts.  Or that he was
cursing his bad luck for three pretty girls leaving his bar.  One of the
two.

-----------------

I figured half a beer was safe enough, and drove my car back, with both
Cheryl and Jenny riding.  Jenny said she took the cab to the bar so she
didn't have to worry about collecting her car afterward.  She left unsaid
why she would have had to leave her car at the bar.

On the way back to my apartment, Cheryl said, "Oh!  Before I forget," and
started rifling through her purse for something.  I saw her take something
small, flat, and sort of round out of her purse.  "Birth control pills for
you, just in case."

"Birth control pills!" I said, shocked, "what for?"

"Well, you're a girl now.  There's the possibility you could become
pregnant.  So here is one month's worth.  You should take one right now,
just in case."

Jenny piped up from the back seat, "Birth control pills?  Do you really
think they're necessary?"

"I don't know.  But better safe than sorry, right?  Are you telling me that
you have been off of birth control since you turned into a girl?"

"Well, it's been more than a month, and I haven't had my period..." her
voice trailed off.  "Do you think I could be pregnant!?" exclaimed Jenny in
fright.

"If you're anything like Bill, er, I mean Felicia here, I think you'd
better check."

"Oh shit.  Oh shit.  What am I going to do?  Oh shit.  I can't be pregnant!
I'm a guy!"

"Honey, you haven't been a guy for more than a month now.  You just said so
yourself."

"Cheryl!  Take it easy on her.  This isn't easy.  I should know."

"Sorry, you're right.  I'm sorry, Jenny.  I didn't mean to be insensitive.
Forgive me?"

Jenny sniffled a bit.  It seemed she was trying not to cry.  I could
certainly understand that.  "Yeah, it's okay.  I should have thought about
birth control pills.  I guess I just wasn't thinking.  But dammit, what if
I am pregnant?"

Cheryl spoke up, "Don't worry, baby, we'll figure something out.  In the
mean time, it looks like we're here.  Once we get inside, would you mind
telling us your story?"

Jenny sniffled some more.  "Yeah.  It'll be nice to have someone to talk
to.  It's been so long."

As we went inside, Cheryl had her arm around Jenny, who was still trying
not to cry (not entirely successfully).  Cheryl led her to the couch, with
me following.  Once they got there, Cheryl asked me if I could grab some
tissues.

"Sure, just a second."

When I returned, Cheryl and Jenny were sitting on the couch next to each
other. Jenny was sitting with her hands on her lap, her head pointed
slightly downward. Cheryl had her arm around Jenny's shoulder.  I sat down
next to Jenny and handed her the box of tissues.

"Thanks," she said, and quickly wiped her eyes and blew her nose.

"So, how did you become like this?  How did this happen?"

"There was an accident in the lab.  You know how I work with nanotech,
right?"

"Yeah, but you've never been able to talk about what you're working on."

"Right, it's all very hush-hush.  We wanted to make sure that our product
was ready and fully tested before we let anybody know what we were working
on.  At least, that's what I was told.  It turns out that our project head,
Alan Thompson, was far, far ahead of what anybody else was doing in the
field.  I still don't know how he kept us in the dark about all this."

"What was he working on?"

Now that Jim, now Jenny, had gotten into her story, she seemed to be
calming down.  Maybe she'd been hoping to get this off her chest for a
while, or maybe it was just something to keep her mind off of her potential
pregnancy.

"Medical nanobots.  These were supposed to be little microscopic robots
designed to take care of problems that our own bodies have a hard time
dealing with.  Stuff like cancer.  In fact, that's what our project was
supposed to be: a cure for cancer.  Not just one or two cancers, but all of
them.  The nanobots would detect when cells had their regulation systems
not working properly, then enter and repair them.  That way they'd turn
cancerous cells into normal tissue cells."

"So what went wrong?"

"Well, it turns out that Alan had other things in mind.  Apparently he
thought that curing cancer was too pedestrian for him.  He decided to shoot
higher.  He didn't want to just repair existing machinery in the cell, he
also combined his nanobots with customized retroviruses that would insert
any DNA he wanted into a cell.  Not only that, but merely changing cell
behavior wasn't enough.  He also wanted to fix deformities.  So each
nanobot has a general blueprint of what a 'proper' human body looks like,
and if the body it's in deviates too much from that blueprint, the nanobots
stimulate cell growth and cell death until the body goes back to
normal. Supposedly this was originally meant to shrink a cancerous tumor
after it had been repaired, but think of the possibilities!  You could lose
an arm, and have it grow back!  Heck, you could grow a fully-functional arm
even if you had been born without one!

"But obviously he had other designs in mind.  He believed strongly that
most of the problems in our world are caused by gender inequality.  He
thought he could save far more lives by erasing gender inequality than he
could by saving any number of cancer patients."

"So he programmed his souped-up nanobots to turn people into....well,
people like you two?"

"Yeah.  You see, men have all of the genes to make a woman, so all he had
to do was make his nanobots turn off most of the genes on the Y chromosome,
and activate a few on the X chromosome.  For women, he programmed his virus
with the few additional genes necessary to make his 'ideal human,' genes
which are inserted into one of her X chromosomes and activated."

"So how did you end up like this?"

"Well, like I said, there was an accident in the lab.  Basically, I was
just an assistant.  Alan kept me in the dark about almost everything.  He
had me handling the animal experiments.  We were still working on rats.  He
had me periodically inject them with solutions he prepared personally, and
record the effects on the tumors.  At the time, I had no idea why he had me
use female rats exclusively.  Now it seems pretty obvious: the change in a
male rat would be far more apparent.  And, his little deception worked.  I
never noticed that most of the rats started growing penises.

"So how did you find all this out?" I asked.

"That wasn't until after my accident.  You see, one day, I accidentally
stuck my finger with the tenth generation of the solution.  At the time, I
had no idea what was in the solution, but I was pretty scared.  Cancer
treatments are nothing to sneeze at, and can be very dangerous.  So I
wanted to know right away what the dangers were.  But I didn't want to let
Alan know that I'd screwed up."

"So what did you do?" It was Cheryl's turn to ask.

"I broke into his office.  For all his secrecy, he wasn't very good with
computer security.  I had no problem breaking in and stealing all of his
personal files.  I didn't read them there, but took them home.  The whole
thing took me a mere ten minutes."

"Ten minutes!?" Cheryl was really surprised.

Jenny shrugged, "It's not that hard if you know what to do, and what to
look for.  Our computer security really isn't that great.  Anyway, I took
the files home and perused them.  I was shocked.  Absolutely shocked.  He
was clearly going far out of bounds of anything that was being done,
anything that was supposed to have been done."

"So what did you do?" I prompted.

"Well, I took the documents straight to the head of our department.  He was
scared. Really scared.  They immediately called together a closed meeting
of the board of directors.  They decided to dismiss Alan and myself, while
they kept paying our full salaries as long as we kept silent.  They just
wanted the whole thing to go away, as the research was clearly dangerous.

"So I collected my personal items and went home.  I guessed it wouldn't be
so bad. It might be a bit boring, but hey, I was getting paid for doing
nothing!  Who can argue with that?  I started to notice the changes the
next day.  It had just been a couple of days since I stuck myself with the
needle.  I guess I don't need to go into detail at the changes, but I think
the hardest one to deal with was the increase in my sex drive.  I found
myself wanting sex all the time."

"Yeah," I said, "that happened to me too."

"Well, I started masturbating constantly.  I stayed at home, didn't go out.
I mail-ordered my food.  But my craving for sex just kept increasing.
Finally, two weeks after the accident, I just couldn't take it any more.  I
managed to find some clothes that sort of fit.  I wanted to buy new
clothes, but I just couldn't get my mind off of sex to do anything about
it.  So I went to a bar in awkward, uncomfortable clothes.  I was surprised
at how quickly I was able to pick up a guy. He didn't seem that attracted
to me, but once I got close, he just couldn't keep his hands off of me.  We
went to his place and had sex for hours.  He wasn't that great at it, but
it was such a release to finally be fucked after two weeks of constant
arousal."

I put my hand on her knee in sympathy, "I don't know what I would have done
if I'd had to wait two weeks to have sex."

She gave me a small smile, "Well, anyway, after that, I felt much better.
The next day I was finally able to collect myself and get some nicer
clothes.  It took a while to figure things out.  Girl's clothes are so
different from guy's.  But I managed."

I felt incredibly thankful for Cheryl's help at that moment.

"Since then, I've gone to a different bar every night, and picked somebody
up for sex every night.  Most nights I just pick up a guy.  Some nights I
pick up a girl. One night I managed to get a guy and a girl to take me to
their place.  Fucking and being fucked at the same time, now that was an
experience to remember," she said with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Anyway, that's my story, I guess.  I'm really sorry, though.  I had no
idea that the nanobots were still active, or that they would be contagious.
I'm so sorry, Bill.  I would have picked somebody else if I'd known you'd
change like this.  I guess I picked you because I remembered you from work,
and you were always a good guy.  I just wanted to show you a good time."

"So," Cheryl asked, "Nobody was ever upset about your penis?"

"I was always a bit worried about it, but no.  Nobody seemed to be able to
care by the time they noticed.  Anyway, I guess that's my story."

"Thanks for telling me, Jenny.  This is a huge load off my mind.  But
remember, it's Felicia now.  I'm not exactly a guy any longer!"

She smiled back, "Yeah."

There was an awkward silence for a little while.  When Jenny talked again,
her voice was shaking, uncertain.  "Felicia?  Um, I don't know how to ask
this, but can we please have sex now?  I don't want to push you in..."

"I thought you'd never ask!" I found myself saying.

"Hey, you two don't get to have sex without me!" Cheryl pouted.

I laughed and drew Cheryl into a deep kiss, with Jenny in between us.  I
sneaked my hand up to tweak her boob, and heard a squeak in reply.  I
pulled away from Cheryl and said, "I think my bedroom would be much more
comfortable, but no clothes allowed past the door frame!"

We all started stripping, with me in the lead, and Jenny in back, and
walked into my bedroom, all of us naked by the time we got there.  Both
Jenny and I were obviously aroused already.  "I've got an idea," Cheryl
said, "You two occupy yourselves for a few moments, won't you?"

By now, the sex haze was clouding my brain again.  But I had no problem
drawing Jenny into a deep kiss.  We were standing next to the bed, naked,
kissing, while she was doing something on the bed.  Jenny and I were
pressing our bodies against one another, rubbing our breasts.  We each had
our legs slightly separated, with our right like between the other's legs,
using it to rub the other's genitals.  It seemed like we hadn't even had a
chance to get started when Cheryl said, "Okay!  I'm ready!"

Cheryl was laying with her legs spread wide open, and her rear end very
close to the edge of the bed.  She had propped up her ass with pillows,
though, so that it was a bit above the bed.  "I think I'll have to let
Felicia get on top of me first. Jenny, once she's in place, you figure the
rest out!"

I didn't hesitate for a moment to get on the bed, I was so horny.  I
positioned myself with my knees to either side of the pillows propping up
her rear, so that I could kneel just right to enter her.  My ass was just
barely hanging off the bed, about a foot or so above it.  I positioned my
penis at the opening to her vagina and started to push.

"Woah, not so fast there, tiger.  You've got to get me wet first!"

"Oh, sorry."  I had a really hard time pulling back.  Instead, I rested my
dick across her slit and leaned over her to start kissing her, our tits
touching, moving my penis forward and back across the outside of her
vagina.

"You two are going to take forever doing it that way!"  Soon there was a
hand placed next to our faces.  It smelled of pussy juice.

I pulled back slightly so that I could lick Jenny's hand, it tasted so
delicious.  Cheryl did the same. After just a few moments, Cheryl tilted
her head back and cried out, "Oh, god, fuck me!"  As my arousal had,
somehow, gotten even stronger, I wasted no time pulling back so that I
could insert my penis into her.  She was sopping wet, and I slid right in.
I started pumping slowly.

It wasn't long before I felt hands on my ass, and an unfamiliar object
poking at my pussy.  It felt wonderful.  Then, I felt it pushing into me,
stretching me.  Jenny was fucking me from behind!  Oh, yes!

It wasn't too different from the dream I'd had.  Fucking and being fucked
at the same time.  We quickly settled into a rythm, with each of Jenny's
thrusts transmitting through my body into Cheryl.  The stimulation from
both my pussy and my dick was amazing!

This continued for some time.  Our sexual continued into the night,
sometimes with one person resting while the others went at it like rabbits,
then joining in in short order.  We took turns, we experimented with every
position we could think of where all three of us could get in on it at the
same time.  After coming down from one particularly satisfying orgasm, I
noticed it was brighter in the room than before.  The sun had come up.

I smiled at my two lovers, "Looks like we lost track of time!"  They
laughed, laying back, exhausted.  It wasn't long before all three of us
were asleep in each other's arms.

-----------------

We didn't wake up until late into the afternoon that Sunday.  It was just
about time for the 5 o'clock news.  I didn't usually watch the TV news, but
Cheryl did.  She turned it on, after we'd all gotten dressed.  Jenny said
she'd fix something for us, and headed into the kitchen while Cheryl and I
watched TV.  We held each other, but just didn't feel like sex.  It's no
wonder: we must have gone at it for ten hours the previous night!

"This just in," the news caster said, "there has been a breakout of a new
illness sweeping the nation.  You aren't going to believe this.  Apparently
this illness turns people into hermaphrodites!"

Cheryl and I gasped at one another.  I heard something clatter in the
kitchen, and Jenny came running.  The news program went on at length,
covering this and only this topic.  There was an interview with a couple of
the newly-transformed.  They recounted their experiences.  Each one's story
started with sex with a very beautiful girl, a beautiful girl with a penis.
One described a girl that looked very much like Jenny.  Another described a
girl that looked very different.

Apparently this wasn't just going to stop with the people that Jenny had
had sex with.

-----------------

At the time, people didn't know what to think of this sex-changing
technovirus.  With some support from Cheryl and myself, Jenny came forward,
and released the files from Alan's computer to the news media.  Soon the
whole world new about it, and was powerless to do anything to stop it.
Many nations shut down flights, tried to close their borders.  But the
increased sex drives, and whatever it was that drove people near them into
a sex haze, as we called it, made certain that nothing could stop this
virus.

There were riots and violence.  People demonstrated in the streets for
their governments to do something, anything to stop this.  Isolated
religious communities popped up all over the world, often stockpiling
weapons to keep anybody out.  And yet the technovirus still spread.  All it
took was one person infected, and the entire community would be
transformed.  Furthermore, as the virus spread, its incubation period got
longer.  Soon the incubation period was a full two weeks, and so a group of
unchanged people might form a community, and soon find that they'd been
infected.

In many parts of the world, the newly-changed were ostracized, even killed.
The violence was horrible.  And yet the changes kept coming.  There was
simply no stopping it, because it fed upon the basest of human desires: the
desire for sex.

After a mere three months, the entire world had changed into
hermaphrodites.  The violence cleared.  And people started to rebuild.

-----------------

As for myself?  Well, after a couple of months the sex craze faded.  My sex
drive returned back to more-or-less normal.  This seemed to be the typical
behavior.  Jenny left Cheryl and I soon after first bit of sex.  Cheryl had
just grown her penis, and Jenny just wasn't interested in sex for hours a
day any longer.  Cheryl and I kept good company, though, and occasionally
went out to pick somebody else up into our adventures in bed.  We made sure
to bring a few guys in, figuring that it wouldn't be long before there
wouldn't be any left, so we felt we'd take advantage of it while it lasted.

After the sex craze faded, though, Cheryl and I also grew apart.  We still
remained friends, and remained much closer than we had been.  But the truth
was that aside from the sex, we just didn't have all that much in common.
So, by mutual agreement, we both broke it off.

Delmont labs kept us on.  After a series of federal investigations, they
found no wrongdoing on the part of the laboratory.  The US, also, made out
better than many places in the world.  Our economy and most of our
businesses remained relatively intact.  A system was set up by which the
newly-changed could obtain new identification.  Most people remained at
their previous jobs after the change.  For the most part, life went on.
But everybody's attitudes toward sex had changed dramatically, for obvious
reasons, and very much for the better.

Jenny had her baby the following year.  In fact, there was a tremendous
baby boom that year.  Apparently lots of the newly-transformed guys had,
like Jenny, completely forgotten about birth control.  And, as it turned
out, our testicles had not disappeared.  Instead, all of the
newly-transformed now had one ovary and one testicle, except that the
testicle was now inside the body.  Apparently Alan Thompson had also
managed to keep sperm production up even with the testicle located within
the body.  All of us, it seemed, could now inseminate and be inseminated.
I was very thankful that Cheryl had the foresight to think of birth control
for me.

And so the new human race went on.  Protected by our technovirus from most
disease, we lived much longer.  Inequality still existed, but was
dramatically reduced all over the world.  A number of the more despotic
regimes had completely toppled in the wake of the change.

And I, I have just found a wonderful girl.  Maybe she'll be the one to
father my baby!  It's only been a year since my change, but I am so in
love.