“You guys coming in or what?” Jake called out swimming up in the water.
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I left my therapist’s office in a huff. He’s so patronizing. Every time that I tell him that I am not going to let my impending second puberty change who I am or how I live my life he rolls his eyes and says something like
‘I’m sure you’ll try, but every recorded case of second puberty has resulted in significant personality and lifestyle changes by the end of the first 2 months after the completed transformation, often much sooner.’
“Holy shit, Kenny- Your swimsuit! It’s so-” Jake said after I stripped off my shirt and shorts.
I was not happy, I had just been diagnosed with Second Puberty and wasn’t looking forward to going back to school with it. I already wasn’t popular and I knew this was only going to lead to more bullying and of course it did, both from guys and girls calling me a sissy and a girl.
I opened my bedroom door and looked down at my younger sister, she seemed pretty taken aback. Things had been weird for us lately since I was diagnosed with Second Puberty and started to become a girl like her. She was probably looking since she figured we’d look alike since we were siblings, and frankly I looked good.
I hate my therapist. He’s a guy, he’s never gone through second puberty. He thinks I should wear skirts and dresses and tights and makeup and all that crap just to “accept the female me” well fuck that. It wouldn’t be so bad if he hadn’t also convinced my crazy mom. Bye bye gym shorts, hello sports bras.
“This is our next participant.” The Hostess Said as a Blond Bombshell walked out onto the stage “So is this a Natural Girl, or a Second Puberty Boy?”
“Um, mom? I think some of my clothes shrunk in the wash.” I said, entering the room in nothing but a bra and a pair of genes I had to squeeze into. “None of my shirts fit me, and these genes are practically painted on.”
After Graduation my Girlfriend and I were going on a long trip to see a band we liked, it was a chance to get away, you see I recently finished battling Second Puberty and turning into a girl so this was something I was looking forward too.
“Oh that’s it, oh you girls are good for rookies.” My mother moaned as she was gangbanged by my friends and I.