Something odd happened to me this morning. Today was a Saturday, and I was taking my time in the stand-in shower. Of course, I was fiddling with my dick, who doesn't? The water was rather warm and I was having a relaxing time. I reached my hand down to have another mess about when I became puzzled, it felt as if I had no genitalia, and there was a blank (albeit somewhat hairy) spot where my dick should have been. The region was somewhat numb when I touched it, sort of how you might wake up after sleeping on your arm, to find that you've temporarily lost feeling in it. In the corner of my eye, I spotted what could have only been my erect penis, this is really fucked. How could I have not noticed it? Well I'm still rather tired, I'll figure it out later.

I picked it up and found that I could still feel it. It was erect, and my scrotum was contracted. At this moment, I didn't care about the specifics, this was cool as hell, and I was going to take full advantage. After quickly shaving my penis, I pumped it back and forth a bit before putting it in my mouth. It was like licking a lollipop but obviously far better. I didn't even care about getting semen in my mouth or anything, I was in the shower anyway, and this could be some kind of lucid dream, might as well take the opportunity. It was so awesome, I even let it down my throat a tad.

After I spat all the semen out of my mouth, I considered what to do next. I placed my upward pointed penis - still erect - on a shelf usually reserved for soap. I looked again at the spot where my penis should have been, it was a tad numb, but maybe I could restore sensation. I rubbed it a bit, but that didn't seem to do anything. I tried applying pressure directly on top, and it felt kinda nice. Not 'nice' in the sense of the orgasm I just had, but more or a relaxed sort of thing. Likely oxytocin.

However, I noticed after a few moments that my chest hair was gone, my skin there was smooth. I looked around the floor of the shower, but it didn't seem that my hair was falling off. Wait, this was happening all over my body. The hair on legs were gone too, and they were getting slimmer? This is fucked, I seem to be slimming out in general.

My breasts are starting to become larger, less muscular and more spherical. A division had occurred in my crotch. Oh good god.

I stepped out of the shower and looking the bathroom mirror, I had become a real deal female. A neat vagina and some decently shaped breasts, how lucky. I ran into the shower again and grabbed my detached penis, I could still feel it. Thats good, I think.

I started to think of that Nike Lebron advertisement I saw on TV. What should I do? Should I find some unisex clothing and shop for some clothes to take advantage of my double chomosones? Should I have a play with my living dildo? Should I see if I can switch back and forth at will? What should I do?

Well, I suppose I'd do the rational thing. I grabbed my penis and stuck it right above my... vagina. Well, nothing happened. For a while. I started to get worried, but maybe it takes time to go back? Who knows, maybe I'll just get some girl clothes anyway.

So I put on some sneakers, sweatpants and a hoodie. Pretty safe I think, I've seen plenty of women dressed like this, no one bats eyes. Hopefully no one notices the boner I have from this rush I'm having. Whatever, I'll just position it upright.

I finally make my way to the mall, and I found myself entering one of those girly clothing stores. Maybe I'll get a dress, lingerie perhaps?

I walk into some place that has a bunch of womens undergarments in the window, I'll just grab some things and leave. Or try to.
"Need any help?" I get approached by a nice looking lady.
"Um, can I try that on?" I point at a dress kinda thing on a nearby shelf. I figure I wouldn't be able to try on undergarments.
I eventually find myself in this change room trying this thing on, gotta make sure it fits right? Though once I disrobe I start freaking out, my vagina's gone. Oh crap, and the hair on my legs is coming back, my muscle mass too. I mean, it's great that this nonsense can reverse, but of all the crappy times for it to happen!

I look at my dick again, it's totally back on. Oh shit. I'm still freaking out. I'm a fit hairy dude in a womens clothing store trying on a sassy night dress, I'll be fucked for life if I can't feminize soon.

I try pulling it off, but it just hurts. Auuuuugh crap. I start thinking of all the horrible shit that could happen. Could become the town weirdo if someone comes in this changeroom? Horrible thoughts circulated in my brain. However, the room is kinda cold, and the skin of my scrotum has tightened up. I hope this works. I pull again, flexing and tensing every muscle near my pelvis, until it finally came off. I ended up hitting the side of the room.

"Everything okay in there?" Oh shit. I got my dick off (that sounds weird) but this doesn't happen instantly! Shit what did I do last time, oh yeah! I started applying pressure to my flat crotch, as hard as I could this time. C'mon damnit, I need estrogen!
"Ma'am?" Shit, I can't let her come in. Here goes, "I'm fine!" Phew, that came out pretty sassy sounding.
"Just checking, how does it fit?"
"Fine actually"
Averted. It took a minute or so, but I finally lost all my body hair, and got my vagina and tits back. By the time I put my old clothes back on, my muscle mass had gone down, and my facial structure and bones changed. I put my detached penis in the pocket of my sweatpants. Whatever, it probably looks like I've got a cellphone there.

I finally get some panties that look like they'll fit, the night dress, and go to another store and grab some flats and a dress.

I'm not really sure what I can do with this, this gender switching... Power? I can totally change up the way a masturbate and whatnot, but is there any practicality to this? I'm not really sure how women behave, in terms of the way they walk, talk, mamerisms. Maybe I could do some real cool shit, I mean, this is the best disguise possible. Think of the possibilities!

But for now, I want to explore my new body, so I go back to my car and go home.

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When I arrived home, I decided to get straight to the thick of it. Now that I knew this was reversible, there was nothing left to worry about. I undressed from my sweatpants and hoodie, and changed into the sexy dress and heels. I was still blown away, fascinated by how feminine I looked, there wasn't a single feature that suggested that I was once a male. Even the skeletal structure of my face and hips seemed to have changed.

I tried walking around a bit in the heels, It was difficult at first, but I figured I'd get the hang of it by the time I needed it, whenever that would be. Though I didn't look remotely feminine when I saw myself walking in the mirror, but a quick youtube search of a womens fashion show allowed me to correct myself.

Of course, I knew I'd come to this eventually. I eyed my sweatpants, laying haphazardly on my bed. I considered some magnificent masturbation, but just thinking about it for even a second had sent my mind somewhere I wouldn't be able to return from. I took my shoes off (they're rather cumbersome at the moment) and took my penis out of the pocket, it got stiff rather quickly.

I gave myself a bit of a handjob, feeling it as if it were still attached to me, I was getting wet at the same time (now I know how significant it is to be 'wet'). I quickly moved to rubbing my clitoris with one hand, and using my other hand to slide my penis in and out of my mouth.

Then I got much more excited, I threw my dress off and played with my nipples as I slid my penis back and forth into my vagina. Wow, this is definitely a different sort of sex, the feeling of this opening being plugged with a penis, my penis! It felt good to go deep, it felt good to do it slowly, or quickly, there was so much possible variation! In no time, I exploded into myself.

After a quick shower, during which I swiftly removed the hair from my detachable cock, I calmly set it aside. I've always seen geezers with false teeth place them in a glass of water when they weren't in use, I thought I'd do the same. I got some cold water and some ice, which I carefully poured over my dick. It was quite the shock, but I preferred shrinkage over looseness. On the other hand, I knew what to do with my female form...

I put on my same dress and girly shoes and headed to the Gay district that night. I had never really been to a bar in the area, but I heard of one that doesn't check ID very often. I could get away with "recent sex change", it was true in a way.

I see a nice looking girl at the bar, and I know I'm still a woman, but I can be masculine about it.
"What's a nice looking girl like you doing in a place like this?" I still wasn't used to my new voice, and it was weird, trying to make sure all my mannerisisms were feminine.
"Well, the drinks here are nice"
"I can get you one" I hailed the waiter.
"You don't dress like a dyke" She said.
"I like to be pretty" I guess we were both lipstick lesbians.
"...Ezra" She announced, leaning forward.
"Alex" Never have I been so glad to have a gender neutral name.

We chatted a bit more. She was a nice girl who found out she was a lesbian some time ago. I told her I finally stepped out of the closet.

"You're so feminine... But so masculine as well, I like that."

Two ales later and she was laughing, when she started touching my bare knee, I knew I was in. To anyone else on the street, we just looked like two good friends walking about, but I knew what to expect at my apartment.

"Mmmm, so, have you every tribbed?" She asked as she pushed me on my bed.
"I've used scissors, does that count?" She laughed.

We stripped each other down as we made out, this was going much the same as if I were a man. Things started to take their turn when we wound up on the bed, nude.
"Here" She giggled.
We got our asses close, and we started to slide our pussies against each other. It was so surreal to me, a sensation like this being pleasurable. She was enjoying herself, as was I. She pulled me towards her in the middle of it, and we kissed more while still grinding, successive orgasms would take some getting used to... In a good way.

We were taking a pause from our excessive shagging.
"You know, I've never met a girl quite like you before"
"Nor I, you" I ran a hand along her cheek. She soon noticed something.
"Hey... That's the coolest looking dildo I've ever seen" She spotted my detached dick floating in water. Maybe I should play cool.
"Oh, like I said, I'm trying to wean off of cocks"
"Hey.. Being a lesbian doesn't mean you can't enjoy some penetration every once in a while" She briefly licked the tip of the erect cock, causing me to jitter.
"Wow, this is one amazing dildo, you'll have to tell me where you got it later. How about a play?"
"Oh, certainly"

I sat up in the bed in a vague seiza, she leaned back in an open butterfly pose, using my detached dick like a dildo she'd had much practice with. Though, after being a woman for the last several hours, I had more or less gotten used to it. It only took 20 or so strokes before I exploded.

"Whoa!" She yelped.
"Ah!" I fell back, the orgasm had visibly stressed me.
"That was... Hold on, wait. Is this penis... Yours?" How the hell could she know?
"Wha? No."
"It must be, you're acting like you just had an orgasm, but the only one that happened was between me and this supposed dildo..."
"No, you're talking nonsense" Please stop talking about it.
"I've heard of something like this before" She had her hands on her hips, my dick was dangling by the foreskin in her thumb and index.
"Wait, you have?"
"Yeah. Have you ever met a girl with red dyed hair and a really flat chest?" It rang a bell.
"Huh? Yeah, actually I think I have, though that was like, a month ago"
"Okay, no wonder. That explains it."
"Not yet..."
"I've heard about weird shit happening around her, regarding this. I don't know her name, but people in the LGBT community in the area have been experiencing weird stuff. Body parts coming off, stuff like that. I thought it was an urban legend. Just tell me everything."
"Well, this is still a rush to me. I'm actually a guy, and my dick is detachable under certain conditions. When it's off, I seem to change gender when I put pressure on the blank spot. Wanna see? Ah!"
"Nah, I believe it" She had given the glans of my cock a quick lick.

"So, who's this girl?"
"Just a weird bi goth girl. Did you have sex with her?"
"Yeah, I probably did. As a man, of course."
"I'm thinking that whatever this is, it must be sexually transmitted."
"Ugh, I hope not"
"Well it's the only working theory we have so far"
"Uh, we just had sex"
"Oh. Well, I guess I'll find out soon whether or not it's transmitted sexually. I'll just call you when that happens"
She laid down beside me.

"You don't mind that I'm actually a man?"
"Well, as long as I don't see you as one. I quite enjoy your company. I've always tried to consider myself pansexual anyhow"

So she stayed the night at my place. We started calling each other regularly after that. Though, I generally only returned a call if I was at home and in my girl form.

One week after our first encounter, Ezra phoned me practically screaming.
"My head fell off! What the fuck!"