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Big changes in a person's life can happen slowly, over a few years. You start a new morning routine, you get a small promotion, you make a few new friends, and a few years later you look back and realize that your world has taken on a completely new face. You realize that you've grown and become a new person and you didn't even realize it. Or there are the changes that happen suddenly. These are the changes that happen so fast you hardly have time to think about them before they've completely warped your entire existence in a matter of minutes. These are the moments where you close your eyes and think to yourself. This is a dream, this isn't my life. This is not happening to me, it can't happen to me. It's a moment so foreign that you can't even begin to figure out the consequences while it's happening. You tell yourself those big moments are not real, even though you know they are, because it delays the inevitable realization that you're leaving your comfort zone and entering a strange new world. And you can't stop it. You feel those moments physically, in your gut, and you try to comprehend them, but comprehension won't come for weeks, months, even years. Those are the moments where you have to let go of rational thought because nothing that's happening to you is rational. You forget the past that you're no longer a part of you and hide from the future that is so unknown, you give up everything but the moment. You hold on to the now, the sights, sounds, and feelings of the moment. You let your muscles carry you through the motions as your stunned mind tries to cope with your new reality. The day I found out that my best friend was murdered, that was one of those moments. The day I destroyed my first car weeks after I got it, nearly killing three passengers, that was one of those moments. The day I got my first real girlfriend, that was one of those moments. And last night, last night was one of those moments. Right now I was sitting at home, in my bed. Or my old home, my old bed. My apartment looked so different to me now, after what had happened. After that fight two nights ago, after that... creature, demon, whatever it was, after it turned my life completely upside down. I was out at a bar, a pub, in the city. It was a hazy place with a few too many guys out looking for a drunken roust with a girl from the nearby college. The atmosphere in the room was tense, it was quiet for a bar, that night. I was out alone. I still had a year left before I got my degree, I was only recently 21, and drinking was still a novelty to me. Drinking legally, anyways. But the atmosphere in this place had just been too dark for me to handle, it felt like a fight waiting to break out. So I left, it was around 1 A.M. It wasn't really dark outside. The sun was down, sure, but all the lights in the city reflected off of the haze and low-lying clouds back down onto the streets. There were lights every hundred yards or so as well, and the lights from the signs of the bars and convenience stores shone out dully onto the roads. The effect was that the world around me took on the burnt orange of the streetlights like a chameleon would brown on tree-bark. I'd only had two drinks, so I certainly wasn't drunk. I wasn't feeling all that well and I was glad to have consumed so little alcohol. It would be a much brighter morning for me. I had a report to write anyways, and homework and hangovers never mixed well. I could also get a morning run in. I'd been good about running every morning at the rec center for the first two years at school, but since the internship that had kept me indoors all summer, I'd gotten a bit lazier. I hadn't gained wait yet but I knew that was just around the corner for me if I kept it up. I'd been a runner for a lot of my life, doing track and cross country in high school and still keeping fit through university. I was good at soccer and basketball but I hadn't focused on team sports, too much time and devotion. I preferred an evening with my friends and kept a lot of time up for study. I wasn't a nerd but I was intelligent, I knew when to get my work done. I kept that my priority through high school and college, but I still found time to make a lot of friends, do community service, and I was a member of a debate club that never really held debates, despite many good intentions. I was an average white college student, I don't think you could have found a much more unremarkable person than I was. I was smart, funny when I had to be, friendly enough with people I liked, athletic but not an athlete. I was 5'11", an average height, my hair was dirty blonde, and my clothes were all tees, polos, and jeans. I was calm, life was good, and I had a steady routine and enough money saved up to serve as a cushion in case anything serious ever happened. But as I walked down that dark, orange sidewalk, something was about to happen that no amount of money was ever going to get me out of. I was watching my feet, the streets were empty for the most part, only a few bar-hoppers moving down the sidewalk, making a lot of noise, but none were near me. I prodded along slowly, enjoying the ambience of the humid night, enjoying the simple sensation of walking alone. I passed an insurance agent's office with her round face smiling broadly from underneath her very precisely permed hair. As I looked into her blue eyes, I heard a muffled noise around the corner and down a narrow alley. I peered around the edge of the brick building into the blackness. My eyes adjusted slowly but I couldn't see further than a few trash bins five feet in front of me. I strained to hear the noises down at the other end of the alley. I could make out two distinct voices, they were arguing. One was very obviously a man, his voice was deep and gravelly. The other was a girl, who sounded quite panicked but still kept her voice low. I always carried a can of mace on my keyring, and I don't know why, but at that moment I decided that I should play the hero. If this girl was being robbed or abused by her boyfriend, I was going to step in and save her. I stayed tight against the wall and slowly walked deeper into the black of the alleyway, feeling out any obstacles in my path that might give me away. As I approached the pair, or what I was assuming was a pair because only two voices were evident, I could make out more of what they were saying. The man's voice was raspy, and very deep. It had a quality of menace about it that chilled me as I got nearer. The girl was talking fast and breathing lightly, she was scared and rambling. She was trying to talk her way out of something. "I am tired of your whining, girl." The male voice cut the girl off with a very threatening tone and red-hot anger. "I was summoned for a purpose, I fulfilled my end of the bargain! I will not stand for your excuses any longer. You will meet my needs quite well enough on your own." "No!" the girl screamed, and the next instant I heard her footfalls, running, sprinting, right at me. I was only about 30 feet away, and before I could react she collided with me, sending us both tumbling roughly into the concrete. The ground was sticky and the girl was struggling back to her feet. I couldn't see a thing in the blackness, but she felt small, and her long hair tickled lightly across my face as she threw herself to her feet again. "Wait!" I yelled, jumping up. I grabbed the girl and shielded her behind my back with one arm as I grabbed the cold can of mace tightly in my fingers. I faced the direction the girl had come from, ready to spray her attacker and then run as soon as I knew he was incapacitated. I don't know why I was brave at that moment, but I felt sure that I could take this guy with the mace. The man-with-the-gravelly-voice's footsteps had been approaching, slower than the girl's, and much heavier. As I aimed the can toward where I assumed his face was, his voice boomed out so loudly it hurt, physically. It's almost funny looking back, but I swear it had shouted "Newfoundland." Anyway, I dropped the can of mace and grabbed for my ears as a white light flashed in front of me, illuminating the man for just a second. But it wasn't a man, it was like a man, but it was scaly. In that flash I thought I was crazy, it was like I was looking at a walking salamander with the scaly face of a man. It must have been a trick of the light, I knew. But still, it chilled me. After that flash of white light, I felt my legs grow numb, cold, and weak. I fell the ground again, without control. It was black already but I knew that my eyesight would have been fading as I felt the familiar sensation of passing out. I was unconscious a moment later. That was the moment that shook my life in a way nothing ever had before. I woke up in the alley sprawled out on my face. Their was a deep ringing in my ears that slowly faded as I woke up and began to recall where I was and how I got there. It was still pitch black in the alleyway so I had no way of knowing how long as I was out, but it seemed like I had been sleeping forever. I still felt a weary grogginess and a bit of nausea from the experience of passing out. I wondered if the flash of light I'd seen had been a gunshot or a camera, but it was too big to have been either. Everything had been lit up, in front of and behind the man, or dare I say it, the monster that had been there. I knew that was a stupid thought, as were about ten others that ran through my head in what must have been a three-second period. I got up and crawled around, feeling for the girl that I had been holding on to when I passed out, but I felt nothing. "Is anyone there?" I cried out, hoping to hear a girl's voice and not the response of the guy who had knocked me out. To my surprise, my voice didn't sound anything like normal. It was, well it seemed to be a lot higher than before. I tested it out again and my voice had definitely changed. It sounded like the voice of a girl, as silly as that sounds. A Tazer! It hit me suddenly, that man must have stunned me with a tazer. That had to have been the light I saw, and I figured it explained my voice. That current had probably stretched my vocal chords or something. I knew it sounded pathetic, but it was really the best explanation I had at the moment. I slowly pushed myself to my feet. I definitely felt very strange, my whole body felt more sensitive, everything irritated me, to the distant sound of a fight on the street to the rubbing of the fabric across my skin, to my long hair brushing across my face. But I didn't have long hair. I jerked my hand up to my face. Yes, long hair. Hair down to my shoulders, maybe even farther. I yanked at it and let out a little yelp of pain. It was definitely attached to my head, and it was definitely real. This was getting too strange, I thought as I walked out of the alleyway and made my way slowly back to my apartment, constantly fighting the urge to throw up. The grogginess remained with me as I finally dragged my feet into my apartment and ignored everything and walked straight into my bedroom where I collapsed almost before I could finish taking off my shirt and jeans. I woke up and my eyes took a moment to adjust to the light. The sun had filled my room and I knew that by now it was at least noon or 1 o'clock. Ha! I said to myself as I turned to look at my alarm clock, try 2:15 in the freaking afternoon. There goes that morning run. I never slept for that long, but again the strange events of the previous night came back into my mind. I knew it was a dream, it had to be. How strange was what had gone on, who would really freaking Taze me? The first thing I did was to reach for my hair. I remembered the strangeness of the walk home with that foreign hair falling into my eyes with every step. And yet... the hair was still there, the long hair that flowed past my shoulders still hung there. I sat bolt upright, startled. And right then I knew, I knew that what had happened the previous night was real. I wanted to deny it, but there's a difference between reality and dreams and I knew that what had happened was not a dream. The sensations were too real, the logic of it all had just not been dreamlike. Not like one of my dreams, at least. As I sat up my whole body felt strange, not just the hair that fell across my back. I looked down at myself to see if I could figure out the problem, and yeah, as soon as I looked, I knew what the problem was. I was wearing a bra. And not just wearing a bra over my chest like some clown at a frat party, there were breasts in the bra, breasts that filled it completely. It hung there, off of my chest, off of MY chest! I had breasts. And now that I paid attention I could indeed feel that, yes, they were mine, and that the bra really was on me. I could feel it. I looked over at the floor where I had thrown my clothes off the night before and saw that they were not my clothes at all. For one they were much too small, and I certainly did not wear a top like that, it was a girl polo, light blue with very shortened sleeves and buttons that went a little lower than they would have on one of mine. I think it was about four minutes before I breathed again. I just sat there, shocked, not wanting to accept the reality of this, because it had to be a dream, only I knew it wasn't. I had to deal, I had to figure out what was going on, and I had to do it calmly and logically. When my best friend had been killed it had been tough for me, and I wanted to pretend that it hadn't happened. But I knew that the only way to deal with it was to face it up front, and to make sure that I didn't ever ignore it. I kept shoving it into my face, I reminded myself of it often, and in that way, I coped. I had to do the same thing now, because no matter what else I wanted to think. This was one of the moments that changes a life. For whatever reason, god knows what reason, I was a girl. And I say that because I was definitely not a woman, I looked over into the mirror and this girl, well, me, I was no older than eighteen. In fact, I was probably closer to sixteen. My face was slight and very effeminate. My first thought was what a cute girl I was looking at. Then a second later I thought of what a stupid thing that was to be feeling, because I was staring at myself. Me, me, me. That girl was me. I kept repeating it in my mind, making it sink in. Because no matter how stupid and ridiculous and insane this was, I knew that it was my reality. So I was cute. My cheekbones were prominent but my face wasn't bony, it was full. My eyes were blue and my eyelashes were full and my nose was slender and my lips were red and inviting. My hair was a dark blonde or a light brown, with highlights running through it. I don't know bra-sizes, but the breasts I was looking at certainly felt huge to me, though I was pretty sure that for a woman they really weren't anything above average. I sat on my bed staring and moving my mouth and arms and watching the girl in the mirror do the same. It was strange every time I looked back into the mirror and expected to see myself and instead saw her. I also tried talking, and even though it sounded a bit different coming from me, I recognized the pleasant female voice that I was using. It was the girl from the alley last night. So I was the girl from the alley. That didn't make sense, but I had to accept it, because it was the only thing that I could think of and nothing made sense to me anymore. Finally, I decided to do what I had been dreading since I realized that this whole thing was real. I could already tell that my male parts were gone, something felt very different in my private region. But I decided I had to get it over with and look. Heck, why not, a free peep show, right? I closed my eyes and raised my head toward the ceiling and lifted the covers. The air was cold on my legs and I felt goosebumps form on my skin. I reached down to my leg and felt the goosebumps and moved my hand slowly down. My lower legs were covered in short stubble from where they had been shaved a day or too previous. That was too weird. I opened my eyes and willed myself to look down at my spread legs. I was wearing women's underwear, obviously. They were light pink with a pattern of stars and flowers. They were very girly, but to my eyes, they didn't look inappropriate at all. They were panties after all, I was wearing panties. I would have been very aroused to see this sexy girl sitting spread-eagle on my bed before, but now I was more afraid than anything. The panties were hugging my skin, and there was very obviously nothing masculine underneath them. I had a very prominent mons pubis and underneath it the surface of the panties were smooth as they wrapped around and disappeared underneath my body. After a moment the fear started to wear off and as I stared I began to get curious. This could be a very interesting experience, I might be able to learn a thing or two. As soon as I thought that I was a bit disgusted, but, I was a girl now, I told myself. You have to come to terms with this, You're a girl, so be a girl. I reached my hand out to my smooth thigh, and rubbed in towards my panties. I was becoming quite aroused, I realized. This was a very interesting situation, and since it was real, I knew I was going to have to explore. Who wouldn't want this opportunity, just once? I stroked my thighs some more, becoming more aroused as I stared down at the sexy girl's body beneath me. I leaned back into my pillows and spread my knees wide in the air and moved my hand from my thighs onto my underwear. The more I thought about this situation the more it turned me on. I was a girl feeling herself up in bed. I was also watching a girl feel herself up in bed. The feelings were strange, somewhat, but my brain was adapting itself well to this body. They say the human mind can adapt to about anything, and they're right. The sensations were different, I felt a warmth in my pelvic area, a growing warmth that grew as I rubbed my thighs and thought about sex, even sex as a girl... The feelings were building and now I really wanted to see what lay underneath the panties I was wearing. I laid my hands first on top of the underwear, feeling for the first time this new genitalia. The first thing I noticed was that my panties were warm and moist. I rubbed my hand against the labia, my labia, for the first time. It was strange, instead of my penis and testicles and everything sticking out down there it was strange feeling this hollowness. The fabric of the underwear rubbed against my labia and I felt good. I pushed one of my fingers up against the spot that my body was screaming for me to touch. Even through my underwear the sensation of that first touch against my clitoris was incredible. It was similar to what it felt like to stimulate my penis, but it was different, different in a way that I liked. I continued rubbing the clitoris, and god it felt good, but as I did I felt a strange desire, almost like a hunger, in my gut. I knew that my body was calling for a hard, throbbing penis to be inside me, pushing in and conquering me... I was intrigued and disgusted with myself at the same time, for thinking that. I felt down below my clitoris and pushed through the fabric of my panties at the swollen lips of my vagina. God it was strange, and my panties were definitely wet by this point, but it really felt good. I reached my hand up off of my underwear and squeezed my thighs once, desperately wanting to fulfill that hunger that I felt in my pelvis. I reached my hand back down and slid it underneath my panties. Whoever this girl was, she didn't shave her pubic hair. I reached down and around the mons pubis and felt for the first time my bare labia. It was so soft, and there was so much skin. I reached into the folds and felt for the clitoris, very easy for me to find now that I was a girl. I'd always had trouble finding the right spot on my girlfriends before. I continued rubbing myself at a steady pace, and the hunger in my crotch grew even more. Finally I reached my hand down past the clitoris and probed with my middle finger. My vaginal lips were swollen, moist, and very inviting, and I had a carnal need to satiate the desire I felt. I slowly drove my finger inside and began probing. It was a strange feeling, but it felt so natural, like eating or drinking when I was hungry or thirsty. Soon I stuck in another finger without any pain and began working around. The inside of my vagina was smooth, and I couldn't really feel anything with it, but I still felt the need to keep going. After about five minutes lying their fingering myself, I had to stop. I was exhausted, and I could not believe what I was doing! An hour in this body and I was already masturbating with it. I knew that I should go and figure out what had happened to my old body, to find that creature and try to change myself back, but... I didn't want to. I felt okay in this body. And not just because I had enjoyed playing around with my new vagina... something was different. My mind felt different. As I looked around my apartment, I saw that it had changed. It wasn't a guy's apartment anymore. It was a girl's room, with pictures of me, the new me, and other girls, and a picture of me kissing a really cute guy. A cute guy? I questioned myself, shocked that I had thought this. But I couldn't deny it, looking at that picture turned me on even more. He was really cute and he cared about me. I almost felt as if I remembered being with him, kissing him... I realized that whatever it was that had changed me, it was still working on my life. It was changing the world around me to fit this new reality. Which was impossible, but it felt like it made sense to me. I laid back in bed and felt very calm and peaceful, and, soon, tired. Even though I'd been awake for less than an hour and a half, I fell back to sleep. I sat up in bed, and looked at my clock. It was 9:30 P.M., which meant that Jeff would be over soon. What? I thought, but only for a second. Jeff was the guy from the picture. He was my boyfriend, and I was in my bedroom. Not my apartment. I was only 16, I didn't have an apartment. I lived with my parents and my name was Jennifer and I was waiting for Jeff to get off of work so we could go out to the drive in theater. I knew this wasn't really my life, but it felt so natural that I didn't care. I slipped into the role of Jennifer as easily as I'd slip on a pair of loafers. I was still me, but now I was her too. I got up out of bed and looked down at my body, it didn't turn me on at all, and I really had no desire to masturbate like I had earlier. I tried something, I thought about Jeff, and kissing him and making out with him and the way his mouth felt on my neck... Yes, I felt that warmth growing in my crotch. I was turned on by a guy, but I was a girl, so that was normal. I got dressed quickly, throwing on a clean set of underwear and my lowest riding blue-jeans and a top that went lower than my parents would like. I put on my make-up like a pro, going for the classiest, sexy look I could muster. I was a girl on a mission. I thought about my experience earlier, and about kissing Jeff and him feeling me up... I wanted to go all the way. I had to. My life was completely changed, and I knew it was some bizarre coping mechanism. But I knew that if I had sex with Jeff, everything would be complete. That was the key, that was what was going to settle me down completely in this new role. 10:15 came and promptly the doorbell rang. I was waiting right there to avoid my parents and I slipped out with a "Goodbye!" before they had time to say anything. "Hey Jennifer, how was your day?" Jeff asked me as he threw his arm around my shoulder. "Oh, you know, same old," I said as I leaned into him. We walked to the car in silence and as I sat down he leaned over and kissed me on my cheek, sweetly. I turned into him and kissed him, giving him just a little bit of tongue for a few seconds, a teaser. Strange that it felt normal, kissing this boy. I was very turned on at that point, I knew there was something strange about it, that I shouldn't be so intent on having sex with him, but I knew I had to. Maybe it was magic or maybe it was strange way to cope with this sudden change, or maybe it was just out of control teenage hormones, but I wanted him to throw me back and take my virginity. I was a virgin. I could feel that, I remembered it. Not in my old life, but in my new one. The drive to the theater was short. We parked in the back, a few car lengths away from anyone else. Jeff didn't want to, but I had insisted. He'd agreed quickly. I didn't pay attention to the movie at all. "Jeff, let's move into the back seat and we can snuggle," I suggested coyly. We climbed into the backseat. I always loved his mustang convertible, maybe even before I loved him. As I settled into his arms, I felt so safe and secure and comfortable. I knew that whatever change had happened to me, it didn't matter, here in his arms. Nothing could touch me here. Except him. His breath was warm on my neck and I was again becoming very aroused. I stared at the screen for a few minutes, not watching the movie, as every breath of his made me more aware of the growing wetness in my crotch. I tensed the muscles in my pelvis, feeling that foreign longing again. I rolled over and looked up into his eyes. He looked down at me, and we kissed. We kissed for about five minutes and I couldn't help it, I started grinding my crotch up against his thigh, it was just instinct, I needed stimulation, I needed fulfillment. He stuck his hand up my shirt and I could tell he was a bit surprised when he discovered that I wasn't wearing a bra. As his hands massaged my breasts it was old and it was new. It was a whole new erogenous zone and it felt strange having those familiar feelings come from a different place. But oh, god it felt good, the way he massaged my nipples. It brought my arousal up to another level. If I had still been I guy it felt like I would have come right there. I ground my pelvis up even harder against his thigh. I responded to his play by carefully unzipped his jeans and freeing his cock from his boxers. It felt strange, my hands were smaller and his penis was larger than my old one had been. It felt huge in my hands, and as I started to massage it I imagined what it would be like to slowly insert it into my swollen and moist vagina... It was strange to me but it felt like exactly the right thing to do. I had to have it. I went easy on him, ensuring that he wouldn't come yet. After a few minutes of playing with him, I told him, "It's time. Let's do it." He whispered softly, "Okay." I sat back up on my knees while he began to pull his pants down. I unzipped mine and pushed them down to the floor of his car. We were in the shadows of the woods that surrounded the drive-in and there was definitely no one that would see us. I had worn a skimpy thong and Jeff definitely looked excited as he stared at me in my underwear. I realized that I had been subconsciously rubbing my labia, I was definitely highly aroused. Jeff reached up and grabbed my hips and spun me around, lying my on my back and getting one good squeeze of my butt cheek in. "You're beautiful," he said as he slipped my panties off. He leaned down and gave me a deep, long kiss. I spread my legs out slowly, exposing my vulnerable vagina, open and willing. I looked down once and I knew that as a guy that was one of the most exciting scenes I could imagine, a beautiful girl with her legs spread so open, so hungry and ready and willing. But what really got me excited was his penis, at this point glistening with his precum. I looked up as he grabbed his cock and slowly set it up against my opening. He gave me one last kiss as he slowly drove his penis into my new vagina. It was a wonderful feeling, satiating that hunger that had grown in me all day. At that moment I knew that I was Jennifer, and that the me, the boring guy of yesterday, was gone forever as I sank into the seat and then tensed up my pelvic muscles tightly as Jeff began to work into me. We were both sweating and we gave each other sloppy kisses every once in a while, and when he began to kiss and lick and nibble on my neck I started bucking my hips with his rhythm. I felt a growing tingling sensation growing in my crotch, and I ground up against Jeff's groin furiously, and I got hotter, and hotter, and suddenly I burst, it was like the floodgates of a dam busting open, the rush of electricity that coursed through every nerve in my body. It made me shake, and convulse, and I moaned in absolutely pleasure as Jeff began to come inside me, we orgasmed together and it was the most wonderful, satisfying experience of my life. As we both came back down he lay on top of me, still inside me but becoming limp. He looked into my eyes and I stared deep into his. I loved this boy, and I surrendered every bit of my being to him. My name was Jennifer, and I was his. I never found out the truth about that creature that night, or what dealings Jennifer had had with that demon. I had looked a little but really, I loved my new life, my new life with Jeff. I needed him and I couldn't have him if I ever got my old body back. So I let it go, and yeah, life was great.