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The time was coming. Nathan had said that he would finally have sex with his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day, which was in a couple days. The lack of sex wasn’t due to his faith or even the fact that she was unattractive. Sandra definitely had her looks going for her and an awesome personality to boot. It was because their sexualities didn’t mesh. Nathan was gay and had no inkling of bisexuality at all. In most other situations, Nathan would have come out already and told her the truth, but he was a star football player at a slightly conservative college, and he had overheard some of his teammates calling Carl Nassib slurs, so he knew it wasn’t safe yet. “I just wish Sandra was a guy,” Nathan wished to himself before falling asleep on the 12th. “That would make things so much easier.”
He didn’t think anything would come of it, but across campus, Sandra felt a sharp pain in her stomach. “Fuck, what was that!?” She sat down on her bed, thankfully able to snag a single for this semester. The pain was not subsiding and it had moved up to her throat now. Whatever was happening had made her lose her voice, as she would have screamed as she watched some of the changes happening to her in her full-length mirror. Her hair was retreating back into her scalp. There was no better way to describe it, since it wasn’t being cut and she couldn’t see any on the floor. Despite being a natural blonde, her hair color changed to black, and she had a much more masculine haircut than she was used to.
Sandra didn’t know what to do as the transformations continued. She didn’t think the police would be able to help her, and what would her girlfriends do, since she didn’t know how this fuckin’ started in the first place. She knew it was probably safer just to stay in her room, especially with her next changes. She had grown a fair amount of stubble and her face itself had gotten a bit more angular, more masculine as well. Her lips actually got less plump and it was around this time that she began freaking out. “I’m turning into a fuckin’ dude!?”
She didn’t have any body dysmorphia or feelings of being transgender, but it also wasn’t like Sandra could just call up a doctor or a therapist and have them stop this. She was hoping that maybe it was just her face, but she watched as her arm muscles just kept getting bigger and bigger. Sandra did work out, but to keep a lean figure and not gain too many muscles; that bodybuilder look on women just didn’t appeal to her. She was beginning to look like the jock she was dating! The transformation then moved to her breasts, and Sandra really wanted to scream right now. Her breasts were retreating into her body just like her hair had, but not as much as she would have thought.
Instead, the fatty tissue was replaced with a lot of muscle and got more angular as well. Her new pecs jutted out from her body more than some of her flat-chested friends, but that wasn’t something Sandra was too proud of. She did enjoy gaining some more chiseled abs, though, since she couldn’t stop herself from turning into a dude, so why not look the best? Her ass, funnily enough, didn’t go through a change, but her legs ballooned in size just like her arms did. Right now, she looked quite a bit like Nathan and the rest of the guys on the football team. She still had her pussy right now, and of course Sandra believed that trans men were men.
However, a new pain appeared in her pussy as the mounds and folds started to fuse together. Sandra reached down and tried to reverse it, but to no avail. Soon enough, there wasn’t even a hole for piss and other liquids to come out of, but it was just seconds later that her new cock started to form. She couldn’t help but look down in shock as her new sex organ just kept getting bigger and bigger! Sandra realized that she was definitely above average now, and had the girth to match. Her balls and the internal workings of her cock were soon formed as well, and Sandra looked just like a jock now.
However, she still thought and acted like a woman, but not for long, as the pain in her cock and balls now moved up to her head. She held her temples as she got a pounding headache while her brain was being rewired. Thoughts about gossip and when her next nail appointment was and if Nathan liked her low-key bimbo act were replaced with thoughts about football and fucking Nathan and what other guys would think about him fucking Nathan. It wasn’t long before Sandy became a beefy football stud in both body and mind. However, one thing that hadn’t changed was that Nathan and Sandy were still in a relationship, but Sandy was definitely the dominant one now.
Sandy wasn’t the only one who had gotten changed by Nathan’s wish. Nathan was living in a double, but his roommate was out fucking his chick, and the sounds of sex could be heard throughout the hall coming from most of the other rooms, so Nathan’s moans just added to the mix when he too felt a sharp pain down there. Of course, Nathan’s cock didn’t get even bigger, but began shrinking. He was already flaccid, and tugging at it worked to no avail. While he was able to scream, he didn’t scream for help, because what could the guys, mostly jocks on this floor, do for him? His cock and his balls too retreated back into his body until he was left with just a hole on his body a couple inches below his belly button.
Nathan’s transformation wasn’t over yet, though, as he watched as the hole got morphed into two mounds and he was able to spread them apart easily enough to watch the folds and creases of his pussy be created. Naturally, there were a lot of changes happening inside of him too, but Nathan just stared down, gobsmacked at his transformation from cock to pussy. Eventually, it was complete, and Nathan knew that this wasn’t some fake pussy; he could have biological kids if he wanted. He too experienced some mental changes, also less than Sandy did. Now that he had a bonus hole to get fucked in, as some trans guys called it, he became much more submissive. He hadn’t been a rough dom before, but usually did like to top and many people did like his dirty talk.
However, his dirty talk would soon be changing to begging his boyfriend to breed him and a lot of whimpering and moaning. It wasn’t long before those changes were complete, but Nathan couldn’t go back to bed. Sandy was still fast asleep, though, and reality had shifted a bit as part of the wish so that everyone, even Sandy and Nathan, had always thought Sandy was a dude. The couple actually came out in the locker room a couple days later. Despite Nathan being much more submissive and breedable, he was still quite muscular and not afraid to help his boyfriend fuck up some dudes who messed with them, especially the same dudes that laughed when they first saw his pussy.
