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 Chris took a deep breath as he nervously tapped his foot while sitting in the waiting room of his doctor's office. With a frustrated sigh, he brushed his fingers through his short, light brown hair and closed his eyes tightly. Two days ago, Chris woke up to some worrisome changes; his eyes shifted from brown to gray in color, and his nails grew out an entire inch overnight. After that, he immediately went in to have blood work done; now, he was here for the results. He understood what this meant in his heart, but it was easier to live in denial and pretend his life wasn't about to go through irreparable change.

Chris tried to keep his mind from focusing on the impending feeling of doom that refused to let up. Even if I change, it probably won't be a big deal. Most people get a pretty good draw of the hand, right? He reasoned, opening his eyes once more as he glanced toward one of the other two people in the room. A woman with gray skin and pointed elf-like ears sat with one leg folded over the other, nonchalantly scrolling on her phone; she seemed relatively relaxed. Chris couldn't help but wonder how long her ago changes must have been.

Sitting in the opposite corner was a rather frantic-looking man with a flat, pig-like nose and a pronounced underbite. His ears had a very slight point while his skin had an ever-so-slight greenish hue. The man's body trembled and glistened with sweat as he muttered under his breath.

Chris briefly frowned before quickly shifting his eyes away. He wasn't sure what that guy was turning into, but that was the exact type of transformation he feared; changes that made him into something grotesque that he had no control over. With another low sigh, he turned his gaze toward an informational poster hanging on the far wall, reading the bold text. 'Take a deep breath. Transience is over within a week, and we're here to help you.' Below was some additional information regarding how one in four people undergo transience, comparing it to something as natural as puberty. Many considered that one in four statistic outdated, believing it to be more common than that in the last decade.

Puberty my ass, Chris lamented, wincing as a million different possibilities flowed through his brain. For all he knew, he could end up as some nine-foot-tall, disgusting cyclops. There had even been a story in the news about a woman who turned into a wolf-like creature with no thumbs or ability to form human speech. Basically, an animal. Luckily for him, humanoid transformations were by far the most common.

"Chris! Dr. Rowena is ready to see you," an elderly woman called into the waiting room upon opening a door near the check-in kiosk.

Chris gulped and stood, wiping sweat from his brow. He hesitated before steeling his nerves and following the woman down the hallway. Every step felt heavier than the last; it was as if he were on death row, marching down to the electric chair. After a minute, they stopped in front of a door on the left.

"Please have a seat; the doctor will be in momentarily," the older woman said gently, opening the door to let him in.

Chris Grimley nodded. "Thank you," he responded as he walked in and sat in a chair, the door closing behind him. Chris propped his elbows on his knees, placing his hands over his face as he attempted to stay calm despite his nerves and lack of sleep. As the seconds passed, his heart rate picked up, loudly drumming in his chest. What am I going to turn into? He thought, going over the possibilities in his head. Maybe turning into some type of elf like that woman in the waiting room wouldn't be so awful. He then recalled that pig-like man who seemed to be turning into a stereotypical orc or ogre. His heart immediately sank into his stomach, his blood running cold as he imagined undergoing a similar transformation. Within a week, he would no longer be himself; how did anyone cope with transience? Chris raised his muscular hands, taking in the sight of his pale, human flesh. How many more times would he be able to inspect his own human features? He pulled his face back and blankly stared at the ceiling while twiddling his thumbs. It felt like hours had passed since sitting alone, but it was likely only two or three minutes.

The doorknob suddenly turned as Dr. Rowena stepped in with a smile. "Thank you for being patient, Chris. I know how long these waits can feel when you're waiting for news," she said gently.

Chris turned to look at the doctor. Considering her inhuman features, it was hard not to stare. She had white cat ears on top of her head along with a long, fluffy tail and a thin layer of glossy white fur that covered the entirety of her body. Her equally snow-white, wavy hair fell midway down her back, and her facial features were between human and cat.

"It's-- good to see you again; thank you for seeing me," Chris responded, turning faintly red. He would never admit it out loud, but he had always been fond of anthro girls; his list of favorites on Deviant Art confirmed this. Dr. Rowena was the living embodiment of that fetish. "I felt like I've been sitting here for hours, but I think it's been maybe five minutes, so that's just a me problem," he weakly laughed as he gazed into her piercing, amber-yellow eyes. "How have you been?"

She smiled, pushing her fingers together. "Apparently, I have the aptitude for healing magic. There aren't a lot of resources for learning and practicing yet, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to learn!" Her tail gleefully flicked back and forth.

Chris remembered hearing about how many who underwent transience developed an aptitude for magic. Little was understood about how magic worked, but various scholars and organizations were scrambling to find out. "That's great to hear. I wish I could say I've had a similarly exciting time lately," he said with a dry laugh.

The doctor's tail slowly flicked back and forth as she smiled brightly. "I think you're dealing with all of this remarkably well. I'll stop yammering and get to business," she gently stated as she pulled out her chart and read it over. "Male, thirty years old, six-foot, two inches tall…" She mumbled as she read it over. Once done, she peered back at her patient. "Could you please get on the scale? It's more important than ever that I record your weight."

Chris felt his heart rate pick up as adrenaline bubbled within him. He slightly nodded and stood before walking to the scale.

The doctor walked over, checking the reading while keeping a neutral expression on her face. "You're down twelve pounds, from 220 to 208."

Chris felt his blood run cold as Dr. Rowena's words rang through his ears. If anything, he had been eating more than ever the last few days due to some unnatural compulsion. Despite that, he managed to lose twelve pounds since his last appointment.

"I'm sure you're already aware, but you're definitely undergoing transience," she said in a sympathetic tone, placing a feminine hand on her patient's shoulder.

"Y-- Yeah… I figured," responded Chris in a nearly inaudible voice. He tightly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying his hardest to keep his nerves under control. Relax-- you already knew this, he insisted, trying to psyche himself up. This isn't a surprise. 

"Can you please stand by the wall here?" She continued, gesturing toward the wall where she kept the stadiometer.

Chris nodded, numbly trudging over to get measured and keeping his back flat against the wall. He had a sneaking suspicion that he was slightly shorter than before and had been doing everything in his power not to think about it.

Dr. Rowena's ears tapered as she raised a hand and lowered the headpiece, confirming his height. "Hmmm…" She took a slow breath and pulled away to jot something down on her chart. "It looks like you're six-foot even now. You have lost two inches since our visit a couple of days ago," she said softly and deliberately.

Chris felt her words like a dagger through his chest. He stood stupefied as his eyes rapidly darted back and forth. I'm losing weight-- and shrinking? What the hell is happening to me? What am I becoming? He thought about a friend, Jeff, who went from being a burly lumberjack of a man to a halfling that was barely three-feet tall. Jeff ultimately had to quit his job doing construction because of it. Chris walked back to his chair mechanically, slumping into it as he put a hand over his face.

Dr. Rowena's lips pursed as she cast a sympathetic look. "I'm going to talk to you about your blood test results. You can stop me if it's too much or if you have any questions, okay?" She carefully asked. After hearing no response, she continued. "The good news is that nothing indicates that you are becoming a diminutive race. You can look over your hormone levels and such in-depth later when I give you your results, but the gist is that I strongly believe you will be changing into a humanoid race with a height within the realm of typical humans."

Chris tilted his face upward, staring back at the doctor as a mild pang of relief hit him. It only eased a couple of his concerns, but it was good to know he wouldn't be turning into a dwarf or a gnome. "That's-- good to hear, I guess," he quietly responded. "Maybe I'm turning into an elf or something?" He suggested in a hopeful voice. Elven men were generally a bit smaller and lither than humans.

Dr. Rowena paused, her ears twitching as she thought about her following words. "It's hard to say exactly what humanoid race you will be turning into," her voice trailed as her eyes shifted to the corner.

Chris noticed the doctor's hesitance, a surge of anxiety suddenly shooting through him. He squeezed his knee with a sweaty hand, trying his best not to freak out. "What-- what is it? There's bad news, isn't there?"

"I wouldn't necessarily say bad news," she replied as her tail slowly swayed back and forth. "Based on your bloodwork and testing, I believe you will transition into a demi-human race of some kind."

Chris hung onto the doctor's every word. Demi-human? That comprised a multitude of different bestial races, much like the doctor herself. But those with demonic traits were also considered demi-humans; it was a rather broad categorization. "I-- I guess that could be worse, right?" He finally asked, forcing a slight smile onto his face. "I think you look incredible, and you're a demi-human." After he spoke, he realized what he said out loud and turned beet-red. "I-- I am sorry, I didn't mean that to sound creepy or anything!" He stammered, trying to backtrack.

Dr. Rowena blinked, tilting her head to the side as her ears perked. She then started to laugh as a wide grin spread across her face. "You weren't being creepy at all. It actually means a lot to me that you think that way," she warmly insisted. Her face suddenly grew sullen, her ears folding down. "Not everyone feels that way about demi-humans like me, believe it or not."

Chris winced and nodded. He didn't doubt that; while he found her cat-like traits infinitely appealing, plenty were too consumed by xenophobia to see demis like her as anything but freaks. "Well, not everyone has good taste like I do," he responded.

Rowena chuckled once again before clearing her throat and taking a slow breath. She clasped a hand over her forearm, pausing as she thought hard about her following words.

Chris felt any semblance of enthusiasm slip away. He had almost forgotten the situation he was in.

"Something else I noticed…" The doctor hesitated before continuing. "Your testosterone levels are down while your estrogen is up, along with other hormones associated with female biology."

Chris felt like he had been pausing to process information a lot; this tidbit of news was no different. None of those words sounded good; lower testosterone? Higher estrogen? He thought about his loss of weight and height as a feeling of dread crept up and dug its icy claws into him. Chris pushed his fingers over his chin, feeling his stubble. He hadn't thought much of it then, but his beard had grown slowly since shaving a few days prior. His heart and breath rates picked up, his whole body trembling. Chris wasn't an idiot; all of these factors could only mean one thing, right?

Dr. Rowena walked over and gently placed a hand on his back, gently rubbing up and down. "Chris, I know this isn't what you want to hear. But I would say there's a high probability you will become fully, biologically female. There's a chance these hormonal and physical changes are coincidental; a lot of bizarre physiological changes can occur, and we can't possibly account for every potential outcome, But I would say there's close to a one-hundred percent chance this is what's happening," her words came out slowly and carefully. "I am preparing the paperwork for you to go on Transience Leave. You will get fully paid leave from your job until two weeks after your changes are completed. I am sure this is a lot to take in."

Chris felt like the world was ending as the room spun around him. A wave of nausea then rolled over him as he repressed an urge to vomit his breakfast onto the floor. No-- this can't be real. A woman? Is this a joke? Am I dreaming? He slowly shook his head back and forth. How the hell was this fair? Most people retained their sex while going through other physical changes. Usually, you would see humans developing some inhuman traits. People with pointed ears or wolf tails-- or even on the more extreme end, those who became halflings like his friend. That poor sap from the waiting room looked to be undergoing one of those radical transformations into something orc-like as well.

Chris frantically turned his eyes toward Dr. Rowena. "I-- 'm going to be a girl? Are you sure? I-- I have never heard of someone changing their race and sex," he desperately stammered, tightly gripping his arm as shocks of waves of anxiety crashed over him.

In response, the cat-like doctor gave a caring look. "It's very rare but not unheard of. I am going to send a list of resources to your email address. When you get home and are feeling up to it, I want you to look through them, okay? I also have a video you can watch if you're comfortable doing so." She felt awful for Chris; it was hard enough turning into a fluffy cat-woman; changing sexes all of a sudden must be terrifying.

Chris sat with a dumbfounded expression plastered across his face. I'm turning into a woman? When am I going to wake up? He felt disconnected from reality, as if he could wake up at any moment and go on with life like nothing had happened. He briefly thought about people calling him Miss and ma'am, having to use the women's restroom, going bra shopping, and a million other scattered thoughts that failed to come together cohesively. Cold sweat beaded all over his body as he turned pale and closed his eyes tightly.

Dr. Rowena expected a reaction like this; she wished there was something more she could do to help. "I know this doesn't really help, but I think you could be getting a much worse deal out of this. Any chronic health conditions will likely disappear when the body undergoes drastic changes during transience. I don't think I've ever seen a patient come out of transience in worse health than they were previously." There were some fringe benefits. "Those who go through drastic physical changes also tend to end up in the physical prime of their new body. You could easily gain another ten years of life on top of the other health benefits."

Chris listened to the doctor through his mental haze. It was true that he had some health problems, having screwed up his back and shoulder while being a dumbass trying to make extra money as a mover. He also had a generally weak immune system and was prone to getting sick at the drop of a hat. But was trading his manhood in for good health really worth it? It wasn't like he got a choice in the matter, though.

"I just… I guess I have a lot to think about," Chris quietly responded. He opened his eyes and looked up at the doctor. "How long do I have until the changes are complete?"

She placed a hand on her cheek, briefly thinking over his question. "For usual cases, it can be anywhere from two to seven days, generally airing on the longer end. For the rare cases with multiple changes, it could take up to fourteen. It is likely your sex will change first, followed by demi-human traits soon after. There is a chance you could start developing demi-human traits early as well."

So he would have up to a week left of being male and then up to another week of being human? Chris's mind went into damage control mode, trying to rationalize why this wasn't necessarily awful. So what if he was most likely going to have a vagina soon? Wouldn't it be better to be a healthy young woman than a man with painful health issues? He would still be able to do virtually all the same things, excluding peeing at the urinal. I can still cook, write, and perform remote IT work if I'm a woman, right? Despite his effort to look on the bright side, he couldn't oust the deeply-seeded pang of dread that dwelled within him. How could he possibly feel anything but abject horror? What would his friends and family say? His coworkers and colleagues? The people he hopped in Discord chat with every weekend while playing video games? Chris imagined all of them acting awkward and uncomfortable while treating him with pity. The thought of all of this was almost too much for Chris to bear. He barely realized that his whole body was trembling while his eyes frantically darted back and forth.

"Sweetheart…" The doctor gently whispered, watching as her patient dripped with stress sweat and quaked in his seat. "I have a close friend who is a psychiatrist specializing in helping those who have gone through or are currently undergoing severe cases of transience. I could get you in to see her as early as--" she paused to think. "Friday, so two days from now. Dr. Patel makes it a priority to see the more severe cases as quickly as possible. The earlier you start therapy and address your mental health, the better." She had seen enough severe cases with inadequate psychological care in her time. "Do you need me to call someone to pick you up? I want to make sure you will be safe getting home."

Chris knew he couldn't worry the doctor. She had other patients to see, and it wasn't like she could do anything to change the reality of his situation. He remembered the breathing exercises he had learned in the past. Chris took slow, deliberate breaths as he counted to ten in his head. "No… I will be fine. It's just a seven-minute drive home from here," he finally responded. Get a hold of yourself. Are you going to have a mental breakdown over something you can't control? He recalled something his mother told him in the past. 'Even if you can't control the situation, you can always control your reaction and behavior.' That was right-- he couldn't stop himself from undergoing transience, but he could maintain his dignity and do his best not to let this uncontrollable situation have power over him. "Getting depressed and screaming about how unfair this is won't help, right? I have to keep trying my best to live my life." His words may have been empowering, but he found it hard to actually believe them.

"That is a mature and pragmatic outlook. I'm proud of you," she responded with a caring smile. "Still-- please give Dr. Patel a call tomorrow; I will send you her information along with the other resources. It doesn't make you weak to seek out help. I don't know where I would be today if I hadn't gotten help when I went through transience."

"I will. I promise; thank you, doctor," he coolly responded, forcing himself to faintly smile.

"Oh! One more thing," Dr. Rowena continued. "It's fairly rare, but the transformative elements of transience sometimes come in bursts. If you feel sudden, extreme nausea or feel like your insides are swirling or shifting, you should lie somewhere safe and comfortable with your eyes closed. Your transformation may be a constant, linear progression, but these spurts could also happen. Just be prepared for it, okay?"

Great. Something else to look forward to, lamented Chris. "Noted," he responded as he stood up and took a moment to ensure he had his footing. "Thank you, doctor… I think I'm going to go lay down right now." All he wanted to do was lay in the dark and mull over the severity of what Dr. Rowena had told him.

"That's a good plan. Don't forget to check your email; I'll have it over to you in an hour," she added.

Chris agreed and said his goodbyes to Dr. Rowena before leaving and walking down the hallway. As he walked through the door leading to the waiting room, he cast another glance at the orc-like man who now stifled sobs while covering his face. His fingers were thick and sausage-like, almost inhumanly so. I wonder which one of us has it worse. He briefly mused, feeling pity toward the man, before turning his eyes forward and left the building.

Ninety minutes later, Chris lay in his queen-sized bed with his eyes closed, trying to nap. He hadn't been able to sleep well the last few days. The hope was that today's appointment would give him the closure and reassurance needed to finally get a good night's sleep. However, the awful news he received tarnished any remote chance of that happening. His eyes opened as he blankly stared at the ceiling fan as it gently spun and created a pleasant breeze. Thanks to his blackout curtains, only the faintest amount of light shined through, making his room a dank cave of respite.

"Ugh…" Chris sat up, putting a hand on his head. A dull headache assaulted his senses, adding to the sense of frustration he felt. He took four ibuprofen earlier, but they seemed to do nothing. After letting out a sigh, Chris stood and walked over to his body-length mirror. "Alexa, bedroom light on," he called out as the ceiling bulb flashed on to provide dim lighting. Chris stared at his reflection, taking in his features. He was pretty muscular but had admittedly put on a little bit more weight than he would have liked until he lost twelve pounds over the last couple of days. Even though he lost a couple of inches and more than a few pounds, the image in his mirror was decidedly masculine. His face was squared with gray eyes, short brown hair, and beard stubble that now refused to grow. As Chris thought about how much longer he'd be able to see a man reflected in his bedroom mirror, a wave of anxiety crashed over him. Panic was setting in fast, threatening to completely overtake him. "No… Calm down-- calm the fuck down already…" He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he started to slowly inhale and exhale. Breathing exercises-- relax…   Chris forced the uncomfortable thoughts from his head and slowly counted from one to ten. Once he finished, his heart rate had calmed significantly; it wasn't perfect, but disaster had been averted.

I'll check my email, I guess. Chris decided it was best to leave the mirror, walking over to his desk as he took a seat in front of his three monitors. Random bits of technology like computer parts and an assortment of cords were haphazardly scattered about his workstation. While most would describe his working conditions as somewhat messy, Chris preferred a degree of organized chaos when keeping his office in order. After checking his email, he found the message from Dr. Rowena from just about forty minutes ago. Chris hesitated, feeling somewhat nervous as he opened the email and started to read.

"I am proud of you for handling your transience so well. You're doing an incredible job, and I believe in you, Chris. I have enclosed the contact information for Dr. Patel, along with some links and other helpful resources. Don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions or concerns."

Chris wasn't sure why, but the doctor's words of support helped quite a lot. His lips curled into a slight smile. "Yeah, I'll do my best," he whispered as he reviewed the links. He opened the first one, which gave some general information about transience. Most of it was stuff he already knew, explaining how transience first started cropping up around thirty years ago and was becoming more commonplace as the years progressed. There was also information about how non-human sapient races had been first noticed and reported on well over a century ago. Most thought such reports were complete fabrications until humans began undergoing transience. After that point, the government conveniently started to release more information. Apparently, magic and non-human races existed but had been on some kind of different plane for centuries or even millennia. Whether a different plane meant an alternate dimension or something else, was uncertain. Physicists claimed that transience had something to do with the borders separating our dimensions thinning and bleeding over into one another. But how would that make humans change? Was it something in their lineage? Chris sighed, deeply frustrated at how little was still understood about transience. Regardless, it was hard to say for sure, and there was a lot of conflicting data. If Chris recalled correctly, there was talk of individuals cropping up who claimed to actually come from this other plane.

Chris closed the first link, briefly pondering how long the world governments had been trying to keep all of this hidden. Thanks to transience, all this knowledge has become available to the public. Reports of magic started around the same time as transience, with the government first trying to explain incidents as natural phenomena before it became impossible to cover up.

Will I be able to use magic? What is it even? Chris briefly mused. Those who underwent transience often developed an affinity for these strange, arcane abilities. He shook his head before seeing another link that caught his eyes. 'Male to female transience.'

Chris felt his heart rate pick up as he nervously clicked the link. There were resources explaining what kind of physical changes one might expect when changing sexes due to transience, including how hormonal changes can have a profound impact. However, a video link at the bottom caught his eye, appearing to be an educational video titled 'Rapid male to female transience.'

Chris briefly hesitated before taking the leap and hitting play. He was immediately greeted by a professional-looking, middle-aged man addressing the camera. "This video is meant for educational purposes and to help those going through male to female transience. The subject in the video was recorded with explicit permission and the understanding that their transformation would be used as an educational tool. While rapid transformations like the one you're about to see are quite rare, the actual process should be similar to the one you are about to watch. Rapid transformations from transience run in the subject's family, which allowed us to capture this video with advanced knowledge. The content of this video may be disturbing to some viewers."

Chris gulped, his heart rate picking up as adrenaline bubbled within his body. Should I really be watching this? He wanted to close the video but couldn't bring himself to. Morbid curiosity spurred him to continue.

As the video started, a man with no shirt was seen lying in a folding bed with his upper body propped at a thirty-degree angle. He was reasonably muscular and appeared in his early twenties, with a masculine jaw-line and wavy blond hair. "H-- Hello… I'm John, and I hope this video can help others who are experiencing a male-to-female transformation like me," he said to the camera with a nervous smile. "I was diagnosed with transience less than six hours ago, and based on family history, my rapid transformation will start any time within the next twelve. I already feel nauseous and have no desire to get out of bed. I'll see you when it starts," he let out a nervous laugh and gave a thumbs up to the camera.

Chris stared at the screen, completely entranced. The balls on that fucking guy… He found out what's happening to him hours ago, and he's willing to make his transformation into an educational film. He felt somewhat guilty over his own reaction; there was no way in hell Chris could have made that same decision.

The video skipped forward, and John was panting and sweating profusely in bed. A nurse stood by his bedside. "You're doing great, John. We started the video," she said in a reassuring voice.

John stared at the camera, taking a deep breath. "Wish me l-- luck, okay?" He hesitated before grabbing the blanket covering him and peeling it away from his body to expose his fully nude form. His lengthy, flaccid penis hung between his legs, nestled within a bush of curly pubic hair. "Ahhh…" He let out a low moan, gripping the bed sheet as his whole body trembled.

The nurse continued to reassure John, reaching out to grab his hand as she tightly squeezed it in support. John gasped loudly and arched his hips up as faint popping sounds filled the room. "I-- I can feel my bones moving…" He grunted. "My legs-- and arms… They're pulling inward-- I can't describe it…" He muttered between breaths. It was gradual, but thick muscle mass slowly melted away from his well-formed arms and legs while his limbs shortened by millimeters at a time.

"Deep breaths, John. You can do this," the nurse promised.

Chris's jaw went slack, his mouth hanging open as he watched the video with wide eyes. He saw John's body hair fall out in small patches, sliding down from his chest, arms and legs while he moaned. The squared features of his face melted away, slowly growing softer and rounder. As this happened, his beard stubble was next to fall out.

Chris winced, moving a hand to his own chin. It was hard to believe he would never have to shave again.

John released another low moan as his voice suddenly cracked and went up an octave, moving from a baritone into the tenor range. "I-- I feel an immense pressure below-- below my navel… And in my chest… My body itches--" he cried out.

The nurse nodded. "Your new uterus is forming from your prostate. You're feeling that right now as your hips make room," she continued in a soft, gentle voice.

Chris moved a hand down his abdomen, glancing downward as his heart drummed in his chest. Fuck-- I'm going to have a uterus? I could get pregnant? He hadn't really thought about that; the realization was alarming. With a grimace, he stared back at the monitor.

"My-- my hips… You're right, I-- I can feel them…" John muttered in a raspy voice as he pushed his hips upward. Audible cracking sounds sounded off from John as his hip bones pushed outward to accommodate his growing womb. Simultaneously, his waist pulled inward while his ass grew increasingly supple. "I-- I can feel my ass getting bigger…" John's words became nervous as he continued to grunt and let out low moans creeping closer to the soprano range.

The nurse brushed John's hair back. "You're doing an amazing job. I can see your breasts starting to come in now as well," she added.

"I can… Feel it…" John cried out. His nipples hardened as his areolas grew in size, becoming a rosy pink color. The musculature of his pecs gradually melted away as the outline of two soft chest mounts pressed outward.

Chris felt something akin to panic mixed with complete wonder. It was hard to believe this was possible; knowing this was his own fate was an even tougher pill to swallow. His body tingled as he grew aware of faint, peculiar sensations within his body. Were those just nerves, or were they the start of the same transformation John underwent? He moved his hands up to his chest, anxiously feeling himself. He didn't want to admit it, but his nipples seemed thicker than usual. His chest also seemed softer.

"Ugggh…" John groaned, his body now appearing more androgynous than before. His hips had a faint, womanly shape while all his extra facial and body hair fell away. His limbs continued to shrink and soften, his once calloused flesh becoming soft and smooth, completely blemish-free. His budding breasts continued to fill and push outward like water balloons on a hose. At the same time, his hips continued to reshape, his ass growing more pronounced as his spine adjusted to become a feminine back curve. His thick, powerful legs slimmed as his thighs became soft and tender, with the smooth appearance of fine porcelain. "My-- my crotch-- I… I feel so much pressure…" He choked out, instinctively spreading his increasingly-womanly legs. While this happened, his lips filled out a little, becoming softer, while his nose receded into a smaller, less pronounced shape.

The nurse squeezed John's hand, which had changed significantly. His fingers were now lithe and narrow, befitting that of a lady. "John, you are amazing. It will be over before you know it. What are you feeling now?"

John gulped, nervously reaching his free hand down to his scrotum. "My-- my testicles are so high up…" He felt around almost frantically. "I-- I lost them-- they… They went too high… It feels so weird-- I can't explain this, oh my god--" He closed his eyes as his voice crept up even higher, now sounding much more like a woman's than a man's.

The nurse nodded sympathetically. "Your testicles are relocating to become your ovaries. Your uterus is fully formed but won't be functional until your testes are repurposed."

As if on cue, Chris felt a pulse of pain go through his crotch. He wasn't sure if it was due to an actual change or if it was one of those situations where a man could sympathetically feel it when another guy got kicked in the junk. The thought of his testicles receding and becoming ovaries horrified him. "I don't want to be a girl…" He muttered, taking a deep breath.

John shivered, gasping as a few tears streamed down his now girlish face. "I can feel them moving through my body-- it's… It's still so tight between my legs, ahh.. It-- is that my voice?" He squeaked.

"You will get used to your new voice, sweetheart. Focus on how you feel and keep breathing, okay?" The nurse responded.

John weakly nodded, tilting his head to the side as he tightly closed his eyes. "I-- I feel my scrotum getting tight…" The empty sack pulled against his crotch, growing less pliable as the wrinkles smoothed. While this happened, his pelvis cracked while his penis shifted, migrating lower to suit the needs of female anatomy. At the same time, his flaccid member finally started to shrink and pull inward a millimeter at a time. "My dick-- it's… I can feel it pulling into me-- ahhh!..." John moaned. He frantically moved a hand down, touching what remained of his ball sack. A pronounced line formed down the center while his scrotum nearly disappeared altogether.

"By this point, your vaginal canal should be opening from the base of your cervix. Your scrotum will form the labia of your new vulva while your penis transforms into your clitoris and clitoral hood," the nurse continued.

John moaned in his now entirely female voice as his scrotum unnaturally contorted and shaped into soft, pink folds. The line down the center began to separate while his penis receded, now only three inches in length. "My-- my cock…" John weakly mumbled. His lady-like fingers gripped what remained of his penis as he tugged. He pulled as if trying to stop it from disappearing, but it was a fruitless effort. Nothing remained of his scrotum, leaving moistened labia nestled between his legs as they finished repositioning and reshaping. John's penis receded until only the head remained, his urethra sealing shut. His labia then started to envelop the remainder of his penis, his foreskin wrapping up the pink nub as it disappeared into John's new womanhood. "It's almost gone-- holy shit…" John said in a panicked tone as his trembling fingertips probed the top of his moist sex. While vainly attempting to retrieve his penis, John uttered a sudden, girlish cry as his body spasmed and shook. He quickly removed his hand, moaning and purring as his hips trembled.

"In a few more seconds, your penis will fully become your new clitoris. You have to be careful; it's incredibly sensitive," the nurse insisted, gently brushing John's hair back. "You're almost done. Your new urethra and vaginal opening will form any second now."

Chris wasn't sure how to feel about any of this. Yes, he was horrified while watching John's genitals reform into a feminine flower, but it was almost arousing. As his breath rate picked up, he felt a tingle go through his body. "Holy-- shit… That-- that can't really happen to me, can it?" He felt like he had a surreal, out-of-body experience. He could hardly fathom what any of this would feel like.

"Aggghhh…" John moaned with a soft, sensual inflection. As his labia formed, a small hole opened up, becoming his new urethra. "I-- I feel like I'm tearing apart!" He cried out. At the bottom end of his newly-formed vulva, a tiny, pin-prick-sized hole appeared and expanded to become his new vaginal opening. Once the new orifice formed, it twitched while sticky lubricant seeped out.

John's transformation slowed as his body finished transitioning into something wholly female. Round, C-cup breasts stood perky upon her chest, gently wobbling as she gasped for breath. All the while, her new pussy writhed and twitched, a trickle of hot fluid seeping onto the sheets from her vagina. "Is-- is it over?" John weakly asked, her trembling hand tightly clenching the nurse's fingers.

Chris stared intently at the sweaty woman sitting on the bed; nothing remained of the old John except the blond hair color. Not only was John entirely female, but she was objectively gorgeous. Chris would have gladly taken a woman like her out on a date. Even her newly-formed sex had a perfect shape, with the labia minora showing ever so slightly through the enclosing labia majora. He hadn't noticed at the time, but John's ears were now pointed. "And elf?" Chris whispered. He had been so focused on everything else that it had been impossible to notice John's ears.

"You did wonderful, John. It's over now," the nurse said with a warm smile, brushing her fingers over the elf's soft cheek. "You look incredible. Honestly, I'm jealous," she said with a slight laugh in an attempt to create levity.

John continued panting, keeping her eyes tightly closed as she trembled. She repeatedly clenched and unclenched her hand in what Chris noticed to be an attempt to calm her nerves. Once John's breathing shifted to slow and deliberate breaths, Chris was sure that was the case.

"Jo-- Jocelyn," finally responded John as she shakily pushed her legs together while pulling the blanket over her lap. She then sniffed and wiped the tears from her face. "That's the name I picked," she said with a low whisper, her cheeks crimson as her breathing gradually calmed. "It-- it will be easier that way-- my voice…" She reached a hand up to touch her throat, probing where her Adam's apple had previously been nestled. Her whole body trembled as she felt her arms and shoulders. She then stared down at her chest with wide eyes. "These are… My breasts?" Jocelyn murmured, hesitating before gently cupping them in her graceful hands

Chris paused the video, pushing away from his desk as his chair rolled back a couple of feet. "Holy shit." Adrenaline coursed through his body as a mix of confusing emotions surged through him. He felt equal parts horrified and intrigued; it was unlike anything he had ever felt. That's going to happen to me. I'm going to end up like Jocelyn, he told himself as he put a hand on his forehead. It was impossible to ignore the tightness between his legs, a throbbing erection tenting the fabric of his boxers. "Did-- did that really turn me on?" He asked in shock. There had been something erotic about watching Jocelyn's vulva form while she moaned and inspected herself.

 Concern flooded his mind as he got up and walked over to his bed, falling onto his back. "God dammit," he grunted, placing both hands over his face while attempting to ignore his dick screaming for relief. "I don't want this-- what's wrong with me?" Chris begged. He had been a heterosexual man with no confusion or identity issues. How would an influx of estrogen and other hormones change everything as he underwent transience?

The only thing Chris was confident of was that life would never be the same; this very well could be one of the last times he would ever experience an erection of any kind.

CHAPTER END

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