You have a solid plan after inheriting your uncle's land and estate. In support of your scheme, your first priority is to chase off the rabbits and fill in their numerous dens. Renovations will be challenging if you have a bunch of furry rodents to worry about.
After toiling away for hours, the sun starts to set, and you fill in the last hole. You stand up and grin, wiping the sweat from your brow. "Alright, time for food." You never understood your uncle's fascination with rabbits; he'd prattle on about them being sacred. Then again, no one in the family understood many of your uncle's stories and ramblings by the time he kicked the bucket.
As you walk back, you break out into a profuse sweat. You have been working hard, but the excessive dampness concerns you. "Ahhh..." You suddenly gasp when your nipples throb. Looking down, you see the outline of budding tits beneath your tee shirt.
"What?..." You stop and stare in confusion. Your arms and legs tingle, your bones popping. Your entire body breaks into convulsions, leading you to cry out and double with your arms over your stomach. With half-closed eyes, you watch your arms shrink, your muscles melting away while your hands become delicate. You don't know what's happening, but you feel your legs start to feel wobbly.
You tremble and stand up straight again when you feel your chest tighten. Those are definitely tits. 'I-- I'm turning into a girl!?' You think in horror while your waist pulls in. Your masculine features milk away into a maelstrom of milky, blissful warmth. Pleasurable sensations permeate every inch of your body.
When your crotch starts to tighten and convulse, you reach into your jeans in a panic, groping at your genitals in desperation. "N-- NO!" You wail, your voice climbing a few more octaves. You shake as your fingertips brush against your cock, which is now only an inch long. While this happens, your hips continue to reshape, and your genitals lower.
You feel an immense sucking sensation as your testicles slowly rise, followed by your ball sack tightening and disappearing into your groin "F-- Fuck!!!" You wail in confusion, barely noticing the tufts of white fur sprouting all over your body.
By this point, you have a lovely set of hips made for breeding, and you can feel your new womb growing from what was once your prostate. "Oh god-- a uterus?" You cry. You could never imagine getting pregnant.
Your urethra seals shot as your penis finishes transitioning into your new clitoris, the remaining foreskin creating the hood. As your desperate fingers press lower, you feel your flesh split in the middle of what used to be your scrotum.
"Oh god..." You girlishly moan, arching your hips as you close your eyes. Even though you're losing your manhood, it feels so good. You should fight the changes, but what could you possibly do anyway?
You shudder and gasp when your new urethra and vagina form, the latter of which immediately spasms and starts oozing sticky lubricant.
"Ugghh!" A surge of euphoria and vertigo pulse through you, the fur spreading up your arms and legs while your ears reposition atop your head. Moments later, your tail buds and starts growing into a fluffy cotton ball.
Your tits push into the C range, having become excessively sensitive, just like your newly-minted vulva. As your changes finalize and your face takes a very slight muzzle-like quality, your clothes warm and reshape into something better suited to your feminine form.
You squeal and turn bright crimson when your boxers morph into panties that tightly hug your new, feminine sex. All you can do is watch your jeans change, turning into a pair of denim short-shorts that show off your glossy, perfect thighs.
'WHAT THE FUCK!' You internally scream as your socks grow into thigh highs with the right amount of pinch. Seconds later, your tee-shirt morphs into a short red halter top.
With the changes done, you're left panting and trembling in the middle of a field, the sun still setting overhead. "H-- holy shit..." you take a step forward and feel the pronounced sway of your hips. With shorts fitting this tightly, it was impossible to ignore the feeling of your womanhood rubbing against taut fabric.
"I-- well, fuck..." You grunt, taking a deep breath as you cross your arms under your chest.
'I guess I'll start re-opening those rabbit burrows...' You sigh in defeat. The message is clear; no one screws with your late uncle's precious rabbits.
As the throbbing between your legs intensifies, your face turns crimson, and you pause in your tracks. What will a female orgasm feel like? 'I am sure it would be okay to re-open them tomorrow.'