In a world where female birthrates are on a sharp decline, men between twenty and twenty-four years of age must participate in a special lottery. For five years, each male participant has a 2% chance of getting chosen and is forced to become a bunny girl equipped with fast gestation periods for the sake of humanity. How will you will handle the loss on your last of five lotteries before your twenty-fifth birthday?


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Story Text:


You sit in a sterile waiting room in disbelief, staring at the red slip of paper in your hand. With female birth rates down, a yearly lottery is held for those between twenty and twenty-four. With a roughly one in one fifty chance of having your name drawn, and with your name in the running for five years, you liked your chances of getting through this with your dick and balls intact.

The door opens with a creak and a nurse steps in with two armed guards behind her. "It's your turn. Please follow me."

You weakly nod and get up, following the nurse to a sterile room with rows of human-sized pods and lab equipment. As you hesitantly strip naked per her instructions, you lament your awful luck. Twenty-four years old and two months from your birthday. Why did you have to be picked last year?

Not wanting to invoke the wrath of the armed guards, you let the nurse help you with the breathing apparatus as you descend into the tank, getting sealed in as sleepiness overwhelms you. Will you like being female? A bunny girl made for breeding at that? Apparently, rabbit girls had half the usual gestation period of normal humans, making them optimal breeding fodder. Will the large monthly stipends from the government as long as you reproduce be worth it?

You fall into a half-sleep daze where time simultaneously passes rapidly and slowly. You're aware of every minute change within your body as your skin crawls and your insides quivery. As days pass, strange dreams assail you; dreams where you're a woman and where society treats you as such. You have a supple set of breasts, and a lower center of gravity that causes your hips to sway.

In these dreams, you grope and touch yourself in disbelief, feeling a disconnect as people call you Miss and Ma'am. In reality, your body is still changing. Your hips widen while you shrink and lose muscle mass, making way for a lithe, yet fit feminine form. You're subconsciously aware as your cock and balls lower and recede while a set of perky breasts extends from your chest. 'I don't want this... Please...' You think through the haze, still fighting off the peculiar dreams while your uterus expands and your testes ascend toward their position as ovaries. Profound, sensitive tingling floods through your loins as your cock withers into a pink nub nestled within a fleshy hood, your new vagina and urethra starting to open amidst the warm folds.

A set of fluffy bunny ears pokes out from atop your head while a tail juts from your backside. Your body feels alien-- so sensitive, small, and different than before. Whether you like it or not, you are almost done transitioning into your new form.

Eventually, the water is drained and you're helped out of the tank while a couple of nurses carefully towel you dry. You blink and tremble as cool air caresses your new vulva and causes your nipples to harden "I-- I'm a woman..." You squeak in disbelief, touching your throat with a delicate hand as a soft, girlish voice escapes your lips.

"You're gorgeous; be proud of your new self and the service you'll provide for humanity," one nurse says softly as she brings a mirror to you.

With some help, you stand straight and stare into the mirror once the towel is removed. The woman staring back is gorgeous, with pale skin, wide hips, a petite frame, and supple, perky breasts. You have snow-white hair, red eyes, and a matching set of bunny ears and tail of the same white color. You touch your cheek and feel a mix of emotions. Fear, uncertainty, pride, and giddiness. You fear your future as a bunny girl, but you're undeniably beautiful. Isn't it better to find yourself physically appealing if you're forced to be female?  

While contemplating the future, your lips curl into a weak smile. Perhaps never having to work again and having a perfect female body won't be such a bad combination. For now, you decide to focus on the positives and worry about the prospect of pregnancy and childbirth another day.