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Exhausted and utterly defeated from the day he had, Chris lay in bed in an attempt to sleep. After much tossing and turning, he eventually drifted into a deep yet troubled slumber.

Eventually, a REM cycle kicks in. Within this dream world, a confused Chris got out of bed and stood, looking around him. His bed was alone in a sunny, grassy field, which wasn't as odd to him as it should have been. In the distance, a building he recognized as his doctor's office stood tall. That's right, I have to get to the doctor, Chris thought as he put one foot in front of the other and began a slow march. As he walked, a feeling of dread gradually welled within him. He felt that something was following him, and if it reached him, something awful would happen.

Now covered in a cold sweat, Chris glanced back over his shoulder. The field behind him was shrouded in darkness as if it was nighttime on a starless, moonless night. The darkness encroached, inching closer as it threatened to envelop him. Chris picked up his pace, attempting to sprint as his body grew heavy and disobeyed him. As he got closer to the building, he felt the darkness inch closer while an all-consuming pang of terror permeated every cell of his body. "Stay away!" He desperately shouted.

It was too late. The darkness reached his left foot and crept up his ankle. Chris screamed as he felt the shadow seep into his skin. After this new, terrifying process began, the blackness behind him disappeared, and the sunny field returned to normal. Chris momentarily wondered if that meant he was safe but realized the odd darkness still crept up his leg.

"God dammit, it's so close… I just need to make it a little further," he spat as the peculiar substance reached his hips and began to spread through his entire body. He started feeling liquid sloshing around inside of him, gradually feeling like he was suspended in a vat of fluid. Everything began to tingle and grow warm, overtaking the entirety of his being.

As if granted a miracle from god, the doctor's office door was suddenly inches away; Chris made it to his destination. He twisted the knob with a shaky hand and pushed the door open, stumbling in. Rather than a hallway or a waiting room, Chris found himself in a massive, sterile room that was sparsely littered with the usual items a doctor would use while seeing a patient. Chris felt the prickly, tingly sensation intensify; he began to feel as if he were swimming in his own body, completely covered in warm, sticky fluid. "Ugggh… What… What the hell is happening to me?" He choked out.

Dr. Rowena seemingly materialized from the aether, wearing a sexy nurse outfit that showed off her cleavage. "Oh, Chris! I am glad you could make it to your visit today. It looks like you're ready to break free from your cocoon. Are you excited?"

"W-- What are you talking about? What cocoon?" Chris demanded, his voice growing panicked. His vision grew blurry as he felt himself sinking into liquid. What the hell was going on? Despite no longer having air, he didn't need to breathe.

The gentle voice of Dr. Rowena grew muffled through the fluid as Chris felt his body tingle and heat up. He wasn't sure how long he was stuck, time seemingly distorting into what could be seconds or hours. As he weakly flailed, he felt as though his body had changed. His arms and legs felt smaller; something was very, very off.

Suddenly, a crack went down what Rowena described as the cocoon Chris was trapped in. He desperately reached out, pushing his shaky fingers through the gap as he pulled it apart with all his might. Whatever the hell was happening couldn't end quickly enough. Only a feeling of deep-seated terror fueled him by this point.

"A-- Ahhh!" Chris cried out, breaking free from his imprisonment. What's wrong with my voice? He thought to himself, slowly opening his eyes as he glanced around the room. Everything was pitch-black except for Dr. Rowena, who stood before him, seemingly illuminated by an invisible stage light from above. "D-- Doctor?" He stammered. Once again, his voice was completely wrong. The words that flowed from his lips dripped with a soft, feminine quality. "What… What happened to me? What's going on?" He choked out.

"Oh, sweetheart…" The doctor cast a sympathetic look toward Chris before walking up to him. "Your transformation has been completed. I can't believe how beautifully you turned out, Chris! Are you picking a new name? Chris is gender-neutral, so it works pretty well," she insisted as her lips curled into a bright smile.

True panic set in as Chris realized the gravity of the doctor's words, his heart sinking into his stomach. No… Please tell me this isn't real. 

"You make such a lovely girl! I know this will be quite the adjustment, but I think you will enjoy life even more than before. You're so cute, and you will have so much energy. Why don't you look at yourself?" Dr. Rowena leaned over and placed a hand on Chris's cheek. "That sundress looks incredible on you!"

Chris trembled, staring at the sexy cat nurse with disbelief. He then shifted his eyes downward with a stupefied expression. A snow-white sundress adorned her body, two perky breasts bordering on a C cup imprinted against the fabric. She hesitated before lifting her hands and holding them in front of her face. They were small and lithe, an image of femininity. "N-- No… I… I can't be a girl-- I'm not!" she muttered, taking a step back as she shook her head.

"Are you sure?" Dr. Rowena responded, tilting her head. "If you can't be a girl, then what are you now?" She walked behind Chris, placing her hands on the newly-minted woman's hips.

"Ahh! What-- what are you doing?" Chris squealed as the doctor's hands gradually slid up her hips and sides. This new body was so sensitive; she could feel every contour of her new, supple form.

"You can feel that, right?" The doctor replied with a grin. "The shape of your new body as my hands move over you. How could you have such curves if you're not a beautiful woman now?"

A shiver went down Chris's spine as her new body tingled. Embers ignited within the core of her body as a peculiar, fuzzy sensation washed over her. "I… I don't know… I'm supposed to be a man." She finally stated, her voice quivering. This isn't right. I don't want to be a woman. Chris internally pleaded.

"I don't think I've ever met a man with such a round, shapely ass before," Dr. Rowena giggled. Her hands then slid behind her patient's hips.

Chris gasped as she felt the doctor cup and gently squeeze her newly reformed rear. She immediately became aware of how pronounced her ass was. There was much more cushion than before. Dr. Rowena's fingers gently traced upwardly, drawing attention to the contours of her new back. A pang of anxiety shot through her as she realized what the doctor was trying to show her. As a man, Chris's back was basically flat. Now, she could clearly feel a curve that didn't exist before.

"I'm sure you can feel that. Your back has such a lovely curve that leads into an incredible butt and hips. Do you know why you're shaped this way, Chris?" She asked in an overly sweet and innocent voice.

Chris closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head. "No-- I… I can't…" A strange throbbing mounted between her legs as the embers within the core of her body flared up into a small fire. These sensations were alien compared to anything she had experienced as a man.

"Oh?" The sexy doctor responded with a soft laugh.

Chris shivered as Dr. Rowena's hands moved toward her abdomen, resting below her navel. She let out a small cry, her cheeks turning bright red as the doctor's fingers pushed in and moved in slow circles. "What are you doing??" She begged, finding herself unable to put up any resistance.

"Your back curve. Those lovely hips and ass. It's necessary because your womb is right here, darling. If you lacked these feminine traits, how would you ever birth your future child?"

Chris's heart raced as a mix of fear and confusion rushed through her. No, no, no… Please-- please don't say that; she shook her head and put her hands over her face. "Doctor-- please… Please don't say that! I could never… I'm not a damn woman; I could never birth a child!" The thought of growing and pushing a living being from her body was terrifying.

"You say that, but that's what your body was made for. Your immaculate, feminine shape exists as a means to aid in reproduction. To house your uterus and safely birth your future child. Also, your future mate will gravitate toward these feminine qualities before impregnating you." Dr. Rowena's words grew sympathetic. "I'm sure all this sounds scary, but you will grow to love all of this!"

Chris couldn't stand this; the words flowing through her ears brought immeasurable distress. She would never let a man impregnate her; how could she let that happen!? Chris didn't want to be a fucking incubator made to attract men and birth children. Something about how the doctor spoke to her felt familiar; had she seen something like this recently?

As if reading her mind, the doctor continued. "There's more to you than eventually bearing a child, sweetheart. Of course, you have so much more value than that. Just as a man is worth more than simply spraying semen into his mate. But, these are all functions you will surely grow to love."

Chris stood in silence, processing everything she had been told. This couldn't be real, right? She thought about wearing dresses, panties, and bras. Everyone in public calling her Miss and ma'am while the eyes of men were drawn to her. Having to use the women's room, getting her period. Her thoughts then shifted to the prospect of her sexuality changing. Right now, the idea of a man so much as touching her was absolutely revolting. If she had to be a woman, she would surely be a lesbian, right?

Before Chris could get lost in her head, Dr. Rowena's hands migrated upward, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her sundress.

"W-- What are you doing!?" Chris girlishly cried. Her mammaries throbbed and ached as the doctor gave them a gentle squeeze before carefully pinching her nipples between her finger and thumb.

"Sorry for the surprise; I almost forgot about these. Feels nice, right?" She whimsically asked as she carefully rolled Chris's nipples between her digits.

"Mmm-- n-- nooo… It-- it doesn't…" Chris choked. Small jolts shot through her tits as the throbbing between her legs grew. She felt hot and wet at the same time. Unlike arousal as a man, she felt an immense pressure buried within her groin, as if buried within her. Despite her protests, a tiny, wavering moan escaped her lips as the doctor's skillful hands continued their work.

"Why would you have a set of plump, perky breasts if you weren't a woman? Not only do they make you more womanly, but it feels wonderful when they're touched, right? And, one day, you will use them to feed your child. So, tell me. In what way aren't you a girl, Chris?"

Chris wanted to scream and protest but found herself melting beneath the kitty's deft hand movements. "N… No-- I.. Ooooh…" She let out another tiny moan as her crotch quivered and ached. She felt a growing need to push a hand between her legs to relieve some tension but refused to give in. She bit her lip and tilted her head to the side, breaking out in a thin layer of sweat.

"Oh! You need a little help, right? I'll show you the greatest benefit of female anatomy."

Before Chris could protest, she felt the doctor's fangs press down onto her neck as she received a gentle nip. A shiver went down Chris's spine as she shuddered and let out a raspy breath. She then felt the doctor's hand migrate lower, slipping under the hem of her dress as it slid up her thigh. The anticipation was killing her; any sense of reason vanished from her head, buried by mounting, primal lust within her. "P-- Please… Help me…" She begged.

"With pleasure," Dr. Rowena purred, nearing her precious patient's inner thigh.

"A-- Ahhh!" Chris screamed, sitting upright in bed. He breathed deeply as his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. A sense of confusion washed over him as his eyes darted around his dimly-lit bedroom. What the hell was going on? Where was he? After a good twenty seconds, his adrenaline rush began to taper off. Unfortunately, he could vividly recall every bizarre detail of his dream. Getting trapped in a strange cocoon and bursting free as a woman that Dr. Rowena promptly felt up while providing a lesson he hadn't asked for.

He quickly realized why the dream felt familiar. It reminded him of how the nurse spoke to John in that video he watched, but perhaps in a more teasing manner. Maybe that wasn't the right word.

"Fucking hell…" Chris then recalled his appointment from the previous day. While that horrific dream was a work of fiction, the fact that his days with a dick and balls were limited was undeniably real. As he calmed, his heightened state of panic was gradually replaced with a dull sense of dread and doom that ebbed away at his sanity from the depths of his brain.

He laid on his back and blankly stared at the ceiling, watching as the fan gently rotated. How should I tell everyone? Chris lamented as he thought through the logistics of his transformation. Even if he chose to use male pronouns and have everyone refer to him as male after changing, he would still have to get his records and ID updated to reflect the outcome of his transience. He was leaning against making things that complicated; if he was going to be so obviously female, it would be easier to adjust if she just lived as a woman, right? Having people call him sir wouldn't change the reality of his new existence. Not that there was anything wrong with people who preferred it that way, but he wasn't sure if it would be for him.

He rolled onto his side, resting his head on his memory-foam pillow. What about my sexuality? He felt a pang of dread as this specific topic entered his head. Chris hoped he would end up a lesbian; it would be easier to remain attracted to women while having no desire for intimacy with men. He realized it would be essential to do some research. While sex changes were rare with transience, that video from the other night proved it did happen. Chris wanted to figure out how such a change impacted their sexualities despite a growing fear of what answers he might find. The fact was that estrogen and other female hormones would be raging through his new form. The internal chemistry of his body would completely change after becoming female. It would be ignorant to claim with one-hundred percent certainty that his sexuality would remain untouched. Also, was that awful dream an omen of things to come? He would have to read through the rest of the information the doctor sent him.

A dull throbbing from Chris's chest brought him back to reality. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back and looked down at his chest. Thankfully, he didn't see the outline of two perky tits-- yet, at least. However, something still didn't feel right. He hesitated, sighing before working up the courage to investigate. Chris brushed his fingers over his pecs, wincing as he felt how tender they were. Not only that, but it was pretty evident that they were very slightly swollen. His breath rate escalated along with his heart rate as he swallowed before inspecting his nipples. "Ahh!" He yelped, pulling away after giving them a slight pinch. They were utterly erect and felt fuller than they used to. A flood of peculiar, prickly sparks washed through his chest, causing his penis to twitch and partially engorge with blood. He immediately thought back to his dream when Dr. Rowena so gleefully touched him. It felt so similar, which wasn't a promising sign. "God dammit," Chris grunted, a wellspring of frustration erupting within him. He felt trapped, as if all autonomy and free will had been stripped away. He got no say in what happened to him; fate somehow deemed that he would be turned into a girl and have his identity irreparably altered, and he couldn't stop it.  To make things worse, he would also be transforming into some type of demi-human on top of that. The whole ‘turning into a woman’ thing was the most immediate threat, so it was hard to think that far ahead.

Chris had to get his mind off of this. He immediately stood up and walked over to his desk, taking a seat as he logged in and pulled up his email. Just stay focused; don't get so worked up over shit you can't control, he told himself, attempting to psyche himself up and push through the mental funk. Chris found his way back to the information the doctor sent him. He briefly skimmed it the other day before watching that intriguingly horrifying video of John becoming Jocelyn.

"What do we have here…" Chris muttered, scrolling through the resources and links. He found one clumsily titled 'Observations made while monitoring individuals going through male to female transience, and quickly clicked it, opening a document broken into sections. He read the headers, quickly gravitating toward one titled 'Dream Active as he began to read.

"As reported in many instances of transience, prophetic dreams have been reported in many male to female transience cases. Post-transformation, patients have indicated that said dreams were able to accurately create many physical sensations that should have been unreplicable without prior experience in a biologically female body. Furthermore-- "

Chris trembled, closing the document as he took a deep breath. "Relax-- it's fine…" He wasn't sure how he felt about this prophetic dream thing, and he was afraid to read the article any further. He swiveled in his chair, turning away from his monitor as he put a hand over his face and took a couple of deep, slow breaths. Worrying about that dream wouldn't help; prophetic or not, he had no power to change what was happening.

Chris stood and stretched before walking to his body-length mirror, briefly considering his options before giving in and turning his eyes forward. Thankfully, he looked mostly the same, causing a slight feeling of relief to roll over him. However, upon closer inspection, there were some more subtle changes. He was sure he was another inch shorter, give or take a couple of millimeters. When he placed his hands on his hips, he felt like they were slightly more pronounced than before. Maybe I'm just seeing things down there? He winced, glancing down at his lower body. Beyond that, Chris felt a peculiar ache below his navel. It was too low to be a stomach ache; what was that exactly?

After a moment of contemplation, he recalled the video he had watched the day prior. John described strange sensations when his prostate reformed into his new, fully functional uterus. His heart immediately sank as the icy claws of despair dug into his soul. Chris trembled as he took a few steps back from the mirror, afraid to check for further changes. "Shit… Fuck this." Chris put a hand over his eyes, resisting the urge to cry. Even if he attempted to rationalize that abnormal pressure as something else, it wouldn't change the fact that he'd have a womb soon.

"Is it too early to drink?" He grunted, walking over to his nightstand as he grabbed his phone. It was a few minutes from noon, so it seemed he had slept for more than twelve hours. Still, though, it was definitely too early for scotch.

"Maybe in a few hours," Chris shook his head, passing the bathroom attached to his room as he opened the door and left. As he walked down the hall, he passed a second bathroom on the right and the spare bedroom to his left. Finally, he made it to his living room, where he had a couch, a recliner, and a rather lovely setup with surround sound, a sixty-five-inch television. He made a beeline to the right and walked through the dining room into a spacious kitchen. Chris remembered hearing on the news about how important it was for those undergoing transience to eat and consume a proper balance of calories and nutrients, so he thought it would be a good idea to consume something. Chris opened his fridge and looked at the assortment of food items on the shelves. Eggs, various meats, cheese, orange juice, and more were all available for consumption.

Chris shifted from foot to foot, letting out a low sigh as his lips curled into a frown. He had no appetite; how could he after the last twenty-four hours? Finally, he reached into the bottom fridge drawer and pulled out one of the calorie-rich nutrition shakes he got from the pharmacy when he had the stomach flu. If he couldn't bring himself to eat, eight ounces of nearly five-hundred-calorie fluid in an eight-ounce container seemed the best plan.

He made his way to the couch and flipped the television on, turning on some random YouTube movie reviewer as background noise. Chris then sank into the cushion and took a swig of artificial vanilla goodness. What will I tell my parents? My brothers? He thought to himself, his adrenaline slowly rising once more. What am I going to tell Gretchen? Chris lamented. She was a life-long friend and also a friend with benefits on top of that. They had never entered into an exclusive relationship for some reason, but both seemed pretty happy with the unofficial arrangement. Chris had to talk to someone about this; if he sat by himself and stewed in his head, he would go insane before the day was over.

Chris thought over the facts in his head. Gretchen had always been a strong advocate of getting more resources for those going through transience, so she would never judge him harshly. She also wasn't one to get all awkward because of a situation like this. Beyond that, Gretchen was staunchly bisexual. Not that it mattered yet, but that thought still brought him comfort. He gave in and picked up his phone, dialing Gretchen's number before he talked himself out of it. After three rings that felt like an eternity, she answered.

"Hey, hey!!" Gretchen cheered upon answering the phone. "What's up, big guy? How are you today?"

Chris hesitated, breaking into a cold sweat as he closed his eyes and rubbed his temple with his free hand. "Well, uhh…" He stammered, trying to find the right words.

"Chris, what's wrong?" Gretchen's voice immediately transitioned from playful to gentle and maternal. "I'm here for you; please tell me."

Was it that easy to see right through him? Chris broke out into a slight smile and shook his head. Somehow, hearing her reaction cheered him up ever so slightly. "It's-- umm… Tr-- Transience… I just got the diagnosis yesterday. I have some time off work and everything."

"I'm coming over. Right now, okay? I'm going to grab you something from the teahouse, and I'll be there in like twenty minutes as long as traffic isn't awful," she responded without missing a beat.

Chris blinked. He expected a reaction like that, but it still shocked him somehow. She's willing to drop any plans to help me, huh? He let out a low sigh. "If it's not a problem for you, that would be great-- yeah."

"No problem. I'll be right over, see you soon-- oh, wait!" She stopped herself. I'll bring some condoms and fun things just in case, right? No pressure at all, but the option is there. And if you decide you want to, I'll do whatever you want tonight, okay? Okay, see you soon!" She then immediately hung up.

Chris's mouth hung open as he prepared to form a response, but she was already gone. Knowing Gretchen, she wouldn't even look at her phone until she made it to his apartment, so trying to call or text her would do no good. Did he want sex right now? Was that even a good idea? He would worry about that later.

Chris dropped his phone onto the couch beside him and rested his head. The prospect of Gretchen showing up soon legitimately helped quite a lot. Just as he started to think back to some fond memories he had with her, a pulse shot through his lower abdomen and brought him back to reality. "Seriously?" Chris growled, placing a hand on his stomach. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

"Where did I put that emergency supply of Xanax?" Chris muttered under his breath, standing up as he walked away to rummage through the medicine cabinet. As he did so, he didn't hear his phone quietly buzzing on the couch.

Dr. Rowena stood in her living room, wearing a bathrobe as she held her phone. Her ears and tail drooped as she stared at the screen. "Why? Why do you always leave your phone on vibrate?" She whined, placing a hand on her head as she released an exasperated sigh. She sat down on her futon and stared at the laptop screen in front of her. Dr. Rowena looked away from the phone as it went from voicemail and started re-reading one of the paragraphs for the umpteenth time.

"Potential complications can occur when someone undergoing sex change transience experiences sexual stimulation and release. Recent studies have suggested that performing such acts may speed up the progression of one's transience, which is currently not understood. More clinical studies will need to be conducted before we can conclude the relationship between sexual release and sex change transience. It is highly suggested that those undergoing such transience abstain from sexual activity if they wish to transition at a slower pace."

Dr. Rowena grunted, tearing her eyes away as she looked down at her phone again. I guess I'll send an email and then try calling again soon. She felt defeated as she tossed her phone away and opened up Gmail.









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