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In Her Genes
I
Stricken
The illness came on quite suddenly. Although there were signs that all
wasn't normal for quite some time, John wasn't prepared for the next few
weeks of his life. He lived alone. Having lost his parents early, he was
left with enough funds to exist in an apartment near the college campus.
However, he rarely left his room and had trouble taking care of basic
household duties. Physically speaking, he wasn't much to look at either.
Part of this had to do with he fact that he seemed altogether undeveloped
physically. John was boyish and lacked the normal physique and drives of
the males around him. This didn't exactly help in the department of
friends and female acquaintances. So it was quite unnoticed as he fell
ill on this particular night with an aching body, sweats, and soreness
all over. It was as if his whole body was rejecting itself. So there he
was alone on the floor of his apartment.
II
Absence
Relationships were few and far in between for John. As soon as someone
got close they would hit a barrier. Much of this has to do with how
closed off he is but it's possibly something more ... something females
must have felt in his presence. Evelyn was the last girl to pay any
attention to him. Unfortunately, her kindness and outgoing nature were
not enough to sustain contact. She spent the night several times but they
were never intimate. That explains how a bag of her clothing was left
behind. Between activities on campus and work, Evelyn used the apartment
frequently to change. She was supposed to pick up her stuff but they
hadn't spoked in ages. Now, the bag just sat there as a reminder of her
absence.
III
Birth
Genetic engineering has been around for many years. Whether it was
grafting and cloning of plants, or today's modern DNA alteration, much
promise was there for humanity's aid. The information in genes tell an
organism what to do. Sometimes these instructions aren't exactly for the
benefit for an individual. John's DNA was in this vein.
Upon initial inspection, it appeared that he was going to be born with
one of several life changing deformations. Doctor's acted quickly
utilizing the tools at their disposal.
Repairs were made to his information at the request of his parents.
The donor DNA came from an unfortunate case. A chinese girl, who died in
an accident.
III
Pulsing
The suffering seemed to end for a while. Sleep overcame the body. An ebb
and flow in waves released him from oblivion in intervals. In the middle
of the night, John revived briefly and stumbled to the bathroom. Slowly
plodding along, feeling awkward in his movements, he proceeded.
Lights on.
Eyes open.
He turned to the mirror and was stricken by what he saw. He knew fever or
the flu could make one look off but this was extreme. Had a delirium
kicked in?
His eyes were not his, they had an almond shape to them. They were
slanted and came together at an angle. That face was so soft, (no
stubble) lined with a petite flat nose and The lips were as if they were
meant to be pursed and kissed...He rubbed his hand along his face and
they too were not the hands he had used in this life. John's hands were
now were slender and petite made for the most delicate attention. He
gasped as a girly sound escaped those lips. It was something that would
come out of the mouth of a child yet conversely it was sultry.
He slumped and passed out.
The fog lifted hours later. Opening his eyes, he could see little toes
peeking at the end of slender legs. They were lovely legs, hairless and
curved at the calf. Sitting up something jiggled in his shirt. Looking
down, he spotted a pair of perfect breasts the size of grapefruits
topped with brown pointy nipples. He screamed, not recognizing the
soprano voice.
He knew what he had to do next but he was so afraid. A tingle passed in
his groin as he anticipated the outcome
He didn't feel a stir in his crotch when he moved. His hands moved into
his pants. and all he found was a mound of fine hair followed by two
vertical folds of skin. The woman he saw now in the mirror was nothing
short of an exotic beauty. Perfect round rear, slim olive toned legs, and
dainty feet. Her raven hair fell at an angle just below her ears.
He had no idea what to do.
He went back to the room when a third bout of sleep claimed him.
IV
The Bag
A week passed. John remained quite stunned. He was paralyzed for a while
and indecisive. This body felt wrong. This state of existence was wrong.
The mirror kept revealing a foreign being as if he wore an ill fitting
skin over his own. Eventually the defenses and will of his mind prevailed
to some degree. Also necessity arose since he was out of food, clothing,
and basic necessities he had to venture outside.
The first thing to overcome was the concern about whether could go out
and not be recognized as some sort of freak. Then again, he was no freak
just a typical asian girl. The only abnormal part of it all was his
awareness of the whole situation.
His mind still couldn't accept how truly female he had become.
Would he be able to blend in until this all was figured out?
That's where Evelyn's old clothes came in. He approached the bag slowly
as if it was a threat. Wearing those clothes would be an embrace of
femininity, an acceptance of something he wanted to defy. Evelyn was a
bit taller than he is now so her pants wouldn't do. Inside, the item
that best fit was a black skirt and a cream colored blouse. It was
professional attire for work. The skirt reached just above the knee and
had a slit that exposed a bit of leg. Hugging his curves, it restricted
each step making his legs spring together as he walked. Additionally, It
was cold out, and he didn't like the thought of people seeing his naked
legs. He pulled out a pair of nude pantyhose from the bag. He held the
mesh up awkwardly, they felt so soft. Hesitantly, he put them on.
Pointing his toe in the bunched fabric, he slowly drew it up the first
leg, then repeated it with the other. he lifted the skirt and let it snap
around his waist.
It was amazing that such tight material could feel so sensual and
comfortable and
when walked he felt tingles along his legs. The last item was a pair of
pumps with a low heel. He stepped into the first one as his little foot
slipped in. Bracing himself against the wall he placed the other on his
left foot. He had little trouble walking around if he kept his pace slow.
The heels clicked as he approached the mirror for a glance. He looked
like a dream. A petite girl, with nylon covered legs and little feet in
raised heels. She wiggled her toes and felt the hose caress her feet
inside the shoes. This was unbelievable.
V
Diversion
John took a final look unsure of whether or not he was ready to go
outside. Looking down from this perspective was amazing. Perky breasts,
flaring hips, and soft stocking clad legs. Leaning closer to the
reflected image he scrutinized that face. Flawless skin, pert lips, and
those eyes sleek and beautiful. It was so confusing.
He felt a desire build within. The stress of the transformation and the
image of the woman he had become all called out for relief. He wanted to
feel anything other than these complex emotions. He slumped to the ground
and extended his legs in front staring at their shape. Stroking each
thigh John stared at the girl in the mirror. His feet popped out of the
heels and slowly he slid his toes up and down his silky calves. His
hands roamed on their own up to his breasts. The flesh jiggled. Nipples
are so sensitive. He lingered there a bit encircling the nipple slowly.
Soon there was a kneading and massaging. A warmth spread down to his
groin.
He would never have an erection again he realized. Instead, his pantyhose
became damp with juices. Fear and arousal mixed together. Was he really
a girl? He began to ache in his...vagina.
The tension was too much. He had been flirting with strange feelings all
week. He felt desires rushing his body maybe it was hormones or natural
chemicals. Whatever it was it had built up to this point. Snaking his was
down the skirt his hand dipped around his pubic hair. Underneath, a
middle finger felt the wetness of his new sex.
Slowly and steadily he bucked his hips against his finger. The binding
skirt, the silky stockings, and the swaying breasts encouraged him more.
John lost himself.
He was a girl, a miss, a honey, a bitch, a lady. He felt humiliated...
He was a she.
She massaged her clitoris for some time moving faster and faster. She
groped her breasts. She curled her silky toes. Her mind raced with
images. She thought of all the girls she knew, but it made no sense. She
could never fuck a girl.
Suddenly, a faceless man entered her mind. He stroked her buttocks and
lifted her skirt. She pleaded and begged him not to. In one motion he
ripped the crotch of her nylons and spread her legs. She gripped his
penis and tried to push it away but he was too strong. Flipping her on
her belly he lifted her ass in the air and in one motion he entered her
moist pussy. She was the one who was penetrated. Men would hold her down
and fuck her pussy. They would become erect. She would tease those
erections. It was at this moment, in this thought that an orgasm erupted
through her body. Her fingers vigorously worked rubbing her vagina in
circular motions. She let out a high pitched yelp and bucked her hips. As
the orgasm ebbed, she began to feel shame at what she had just done.
To be continued.
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