I was so excited to have finally graduated highschool and get on with my life, away from horrible place of torment they called a school. Finally I would be free of Marcus and his goons, free of the teachers that turned a blind eye to the arbitrary beatings and ridicule I would receive. But before my summer could even start, I got sick, really sick. I was bedridden for days with my whole body cramping making me wish I would just die. I was losing weight at an insane rate, and it wasn’t until what were undeniably breasts started to form on my chest, did my parents and I realized that this was something very strange.
My parents took me to every specialist they could find. All the while, my breasts got bigger, and I started to notice my dick getting smaller. However, no one had any idea what was happening. We were at our wit’s end when some men in black suits came to our door. They explained that it was a kind of virus that changes a male into a female. They went into more detail but most of that went in one ear and out the other, as I just got the bomb dropped on me that I was actually going to change gender. I was snapped out of my trance when my dad started talking. He was a producer at a national news organization and had a talent for saying things without actually saying it. The men in suits were a little angered with what he said, but I knew that he just saved my ass. If not for his connections to the media and his ability to get a story out at a moment’s notice, I was sure I’d have a black bag thrown over my head, and I’d find myself in a lab never to be heard of again. They quickly explained to my parents what would happen to me through the rest of my transition and left under the condition that we keep quiet about my illness.
The rest of the change was just as bizarre albeit less painful as the first two weeks. The strangest part was the few days seeing my penis and scrotum turn into a vagina. It took almost six weeks for my body to not be noticeably changing every day. Taking a look in the mirror was a surreal experience. I looked nothing like my old self. What’s more is that I had no family resemblance to my parents. There was no way anyone would think that the smoking hot redhead staring back at me in the mirror would be the offspring of my parents.
Over the next few days, I found myself surprisingly calm about the radical changes my body underwent. My parents and I even took a day to go to the mall to buy me a new wardrobe. I found that I rather liked shopping for clothes and had a taste for the sexy side of fashion, somewhat to my mom’s disapproval, but I think she felt the whole ordeal was hard enough on me and made no comment.
I was having a blast until I saw Marcus and his goons in the food court. Marcus caught me looking at him and decided that was an invitation to come over and talk to me. I had just sat down with our smoothies while my parents used the restroom so I had no defenses. Marcus started to try and chat me up while his friends hooted and hollered from the table they were sitting at. After what seemed like an eternity, my dad came out of the bathroom and scared Marcus off, and we were able to get on with our day. Despite having been hit on by my mortal enemy, we had a great time going out as a family. Something we hadn’t done in far too long.
The next day however, my dad started to get sick. The same symptoms I had shown when I started my transformation. We were freaking out, trying to figure out how my dad got sick. We knew from the information from the government men that the virus would still be in my system for up to a year and that it could be contracted through contact with my blood, vaginal secretions, and saliva, but we had been very careful to make sure I handled my own dirty clothes and even washed my own dishes. My mind raced as I tried to figure out where we messed up. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was so rattled when Marcus came up to me that when he was finally scared off I ended up grabbing my Dad’s smoothie, who ordered the same thing as I did. He ended up grabbing mine, and we were none the wiser. I cried as I admitted my mistake to my parents and apologized profusely. I felt so guilty, but a part of me also blamed Marcus for once again bringing pain into my life. Despite his sickness, my dad acted quickly to move all of his assets into my mom’s name, and we came to the decision that we would have to move once his transformation was complete. His transformation was even more remarkable than mine was. It seemed that the virus had a set age that it transformed its victims to. So not only did I watch as my father change from male to female. I watched as he went from a man in his fifties to a girl in her late teens maybe early twenties.
During the whole transformation I felt guilty, but I still laid some of the blame on Marcus. It was killing me that all I could do was watch helplessly while my dad changed before my eyes. Then it dawned on me. I could finally get revenge for all the torment Marcus had put me through. I could get revenge for my father. I put together the sluttiest outfit from the clothes I bought and headed for Marcus’s house. I knew that was their hang out spot as I learned early on in my childhood to avoid that house at all costs.
Sure enough when I knocked on the front door. Danny, one of Marcus’s goons, answered. I asked to see Marcus and walked in trying to act as confident and sexy as I could. Marcus was stunned when he saw me and asked how I knew he lived here. I spun up some story about finding out from someone who knew him in the food court after he left. I told him about how sexy I found him, but I couldn’t show it while my “aunt and uncle” were with me. I told him I wanted him now and lifted up my skirt slowly to show I wasn’t wearing any panties. Marcus took my hand and started to lead me to his bedroom, telling his buddies to not wait up. I looked at them all feasting their eyes on my body, and I got another idea.
I stopped and looked in Marcus’s eyes when he turned around. I wagged my finger playfully and told him I didn’t want just him. I wanted all five of them, right now. I swear I could hear the jaws drop as before I knew it, we were all naked right there in that living room. I got on my knees and was quickly surrounded by five hard dicks. I gave them each a good lick just to make sure no one missed out on the real fun then prepared myself for what was to come next, and I had to admit, I was really excited.
