As I walked into my apartments I stumbled upon my beautiful girlfriend, wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. She had this look of lust and passion on her face. I dropped my suitcase on the floor and aproached her slowly. I embraced my sexy little girfriend and kissed her on the lips. I love her and I don’t care what other people says.
Here I am, standing in the middle of the street, watching as my friends are playing street hokey. It’s been so long since we talked to eachother. I wasn’t around for half a year since I was helping my mom to take care of my sick grandma. Well, at least it’s what thet belive since I didn’t have the balls to tell them the truth, which is kind of ironic since I literally don’t have any balls right now. It’s all because of the tg flu that turned me into the girl I am now.
After the tg flu changed his body into that of a girl, Mike felt like he didn’t belong anywhere. Even if he still dressed up like a boy the other boys felt uncomfortable around him, knowing that under this clothes is a girl. The girls also weren’t sure if they should treat him as a boy or a girl and it made them a little bit confused whenever Mike entered the girl’s changing room. Mike didn’t know what to do. He was a girl now but he had no idea about how to act like one.
Any guy who fell victim to the tg flu will tell you that it’s kind of nerve wrecking when they decide to embrace the changes in their body and start to live full time as a woman. Especially if you try to hide your past, hoping that no one would find that not so long ago you were a man.
I know what you’re thinking. That there’s no way I could really be your best friend Kevin. And especially after what we just did. I bet you never thought you’d hear your wingman screaming out your name while you took him from behind. Of course, you certainly can’t call me a “him” anymore. As you well know, I’m ALL woman now – just the type of seductive morsel we used to hit on at bars and clubs. I think Candi is a better name for me now, don’t you? And it’s all thanks to the TG Flu.
I know what you’re thinking. That there’s no such thing as the TG Flue. That it’s just a myth or an urban legend. That’s what I thought too, at least until I caught it myself. I guess this is what happens when you bring home random women – you don’t know what they might be bringing with them. The girl was a knockout, with the biggest rack I’d ever seen, and she came after me like a jungle predator. It was incredibly not – feverish even. We went at it for hours, exchanging all sorts of fluids, just like you’re not supposed to when you’re sick. By the time she finally fell asleep, I was dizzy, nauseous, burning up, and more aroused than I’ve ever been in my entire life. An hour later, I looked like this – beautiful, round tits, long blonde hair, seductive eyes, and a pussy that was just screaming to be filled.
I know what you’re thinking. That a manly man like your old pal Kevin would never act like such a girly girl – putting on makeup, doing his nails, flirting with guys – even if he did have a pair of knockers on his chest. But honestly, I’ve never been happier. It’s so liberating to be free from all that chest beating bravado. There are so many more delicious things I can do with my new chest. But really, I’m the same old person. I still enjoy sex. In fact, even more than I used to. After all, you heard me moaning. Every touch is like a symphony of pleasure. And having your cock inside me… I thought I knew what an orgasm felt like, but the first time you penetrated me was better than every ejaculation I’ve ever experienced. And it just kept getting better until the climax hit me like a freight train. Now that I’ve had that, I can’t even imagine going back. That’s one of the other things about me, that hasn’t changed – I go after what I want. After twenty-four hours of playing with this delectable new body on my own, I wanted real sex. I wanted your cock. And I got it. That’s why I didn’t tell you who I was at first. I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it. But don’t worry. I can tell you’re disconcerted, but we won’t be doing this again. Don’t get me wrong, you were great, but this was our only chance.
I know what you’re thinking. That the TG Flue stays contagious for forty-eight hours. You’re wondering why you feel so warm, even though you’ve got goosebumps. You’re wondering if that churning in your stomach is just something you ate, the beginning of an illness, or maybe something changing. You’re wondering why your cock is still hard even after three rounds of sex. And you’re wondering if your cock has always been that small. I’m sorry, buddy. I really am. But I was going out of my mind. And look at it this way: we can still be best friends! We’ll hit the bars and clubs together picking up dates just like we always have. Well, maybe not JUST like always. But I have to tell you, it’s so much better from the other side. There’s nothing as unnerving and thrilling as knowing that a guy wants you. And the sex! I know I keep mentioning it, but that’s because it’s amazing! Of course, you’ll know soon. I think I can already see the first swelling of your new tits. Hopefully you’ll get nice big ones like me. I think you’re already getting thinner too. Soon your penis will retract, and a brand new pussy will open up, already dripping wet and ready to be penetrated. And I’ll be here to help you get used to your new body. Trust me; you’ll enjoy it.
The teacher’s pointer hovered over the next letter in the sequence.
“F is for…”
“Fuck”, replied the enthusiastic student.
The teacher gave a glare towards her student, “Now Miss Byrd, I think you fail to understand what this activity entails,” directed the teacher.
“Now C is for Miss Byrd…”
“Cumshot,” chirped the student with an eager response.
“Miss Byrd what kind of game are you playing here, I can tell you now that if you are trying to be funny it’s not working my dear and it’s time to revert to the original task. And that eager task is of course naming parts of the female anatomy to help you learn about your new changes. Do you understand Miss Byrd?” Quizzed the teacher.
“Understand as clear as mud.”
Norah learned while at college that she was nowhere close to done growing. She had thought that she was gonna stay her leggy, slim, 5’11” self. Little did she know that was not the case. The strange thing about the TG Flu is that if you contract it when you are young and before you enter puberty, there’s a strong possibility that you will go through two puberties. The first is you becoming the opposite sex and then the other hits right after you turn 18.
By the time Noah, or Norah as she went by now, had turned 18 and entered her senior year, she had really become the most popular girl in school. She had grown 3 more inches to top off at a leggy 5 foot 11 inches tall. Her breasts had grown slightly to a perky C cup and she shed the last of her baby fat to become a stunning, beautiful woman. Naturally, she was captain of the cheer squad and dated the high school quarterback. It took her a year or two to forgive him for all of the bullying he put her through when she was still a boy.
Noah had been a normal 14 year old kid. Picked on at school for being the nerd, he hated his life until he began feeling sick one day. His parents took him to the doctor and everyone was shocked to find out he had caught the TG Flu. Noah’s life would change forever.
“I can’t believe that’s you. It’s unreal,” said my best friend Sam in the video chat. “I… I can’t get over it,” he said yelling, his hands clutching his head.