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John awoke to a strange snipping sound coming from outside. It sounded
odd, but that wasn't enough to lure him out of bed. So he drifted back
off to sleep.
He had a fun dream about a goldfish trying to strangle a jellyfish but
struggling due to not having hands and the jellyfish not having a neck.
In the end a giant bear told him the sun was out, so that was a
relief...it made sense at the time, but waking up it all seemed
confusing.
He rolled out of bed, put yesterday's clothes on and walked downstairs
to get some breakfast. Most of the cornflakes spilled over the sides of
the bowl but he managed to spoon some in his mouth after a while. Then
he shoved the bowl across the table to the other bowls from the previous
days...and weeks...and months...and years...some with fungus, some with
mould and in some of the older cases whole eco systems with as of yet
undiscovered species of mutant bugs.
He stepped out of the house. It was 10AM and his eyes were blinded by
the sun. It was too hot. He shut his eyes and took a few more steps, but
something seemed to squish beneath his feet. The ground felt wrong. He
opened his eyes to see that, strewn right across the street, there were
hundreds of purple-
"Ah," he yelped.
They were purple sausages. But they didn't quite look like sausages. He
picked one up and looked closer - then suddenly dropped it, realising
what it was.
It was a penis. They were all penises. Penises of all shapes and sizes
littering the street.
John thought this highly amiss, but assumed that whatever he'd taken
last night must still be affecting him. What had he taken last night?
Where was he last night? What did he do? All these questions and more
furrowed his brow. He couldn't even remember what he was doing 12
minutes ago, let alone 12 hours.
So off he went to work. He worked in a large office block in the middle
of London, and everywhere he went he kept finding more willies. He even
came upon the occasional testicle or two, but tried to ignore them and
act like nothing was happening. Otherwise they'd surely know he was
taking drugs. He paid little attention to anyone around him and just
went about his data inputting work as normal. A zombified twenty-
something going nowhere.
In his lunch break, a couple of girls came over to his table. They wore
clothes pegs on their noses to stop themselves having to smell John's
gruesomely tangible, unwashed-odour. They were giggling though.
"So," they asked, "we're just doing a survey and were wondering how much
you lost today?"
John barely looked up from his food. "Eh?"
"Did you lose just your willy?" asked Jessica.
"Or your balls too?" chimed the other one. Claire was her name.
This stopped John in his tracks. He looked up. Did this mean that the
penises everywhere weren't because he was on drugs? Hang on. Maybe he
wasn't even on drugs. Woah. So this is what it feels like. He looked to
the girls to be very confused.
"You do know what we're talking about, don't you?" said Claire
excitedly.
"No?" he queried.
"Oh my god!" whispered Jessica. "Hey Everyone!" she shouted to the room,
"John here hasn't been cut yet!"
Suddenly his clothes were ripped off by women who seemed to have
appeared out of no-where.
"Oooooo..." they chorused at the sight of his dangly bits still
attached. They made their way towards him, like crows descending upon
fresh carrion.
"Out of the way! He's ours!" shouted Claire, brandishing a large pair of
scissors.
"Yeah...we saw him first," announced Jessica, standing between John's
legs.
John had decided that maybe he was on drugs after all and that perhaps
he was doing too much thinking. So he stopped.
In a flash Claire slipped her scissors around John's ball bag and
SNIPPED it from his body. As her fingers darted with thread to sew him
up lightning fast, Jessica brought out her nail clippers and snipped
John's midget penis off. It was so small it didn't even bleed.
Too much drug abuse had deadened John's nerves so he didn't really feel
anything. With his tubby man boobs he now looked a little effeminate.
"Hey Jessica," one of the ladies heckled, "are you sure she's not a
girl!"
All of the women laughed at this.
"You know," said Claire, "I think she's right Jess!"
All of the women pooled together and dressed the bewildered John in a
pair of lacey white knickers and a padded bra. They also found him a
white blouse, a knee length pencil skirt, tights and high heels. They
then left him, laughing and talking about it for the rest of the day.
John was very confused and looked about to see the nearby men were
staring in disbelief. They were all dressed normally though very
subdued, shying away from his glance. He really didn't know what to make
of it all so he just got back to work and went about his day as normal.
The next day John woke up as normal and, as normal, put on yesterday's
clothes. The thing is, yesterday's clothes were girl's clothes. In his
usual dazed state he didn't even notice though. It was only when he went
to take a whiz and the piss dribbled down his leg that he found
something was amiss. He looked in the mirror and was more than a little
shocked to see he was dressed as a girl.
'Woah. I'm a chick,' he thought. 'What did I take last night? Where was
I last night? Have I always been a chick?' All these questions and more
furrowed his brow. He couldn't even remember what he was doing 12
minutes ago, let alone 12 hours. He felt around his crotch and where he
expected to find his meat and two veg he found nothing at all. So he
decided he must be a girl. And people don't become girls do they? So he
must always have been a girl. Apart from this new fact her day went
perfectly normally.
When she was at work she noticed that the girls were a lot perkier than
she was, so she drank a lot of coffee and perked right up - getting lots
more work done.
That day went as normal and the day after that she noticed that other
girls were much tidier that she was. So, reasoning that she was a girl,
it seemed wrong not to be tidy. When she got home she perkily tidied the
whole house - cleaning the hundreds of bowls rather than chucking them
away as she would have been more likely to do as a man.
The day after that she realised that the other girls were cleaner and
wore different clothes each day. So reasoning that she was a girl, she
went and bought more clothes after work and she also washed for the
first time in her life.
And so when the next day arrived she was wearing a new outfit. The
previous days had passed without drugs as she had been preoccupied with
being a girl, and she was starting to think much more clearly. The girls
at the office were very complimentary of John's new outfit. They
introduced themselves, not realising she was just one of the guys they'd
castrated the other day. When it came to be her turn to introduce
herself she came up with a thought faster than she ever had:
"Joh...anne," she slowly said.
She soon became good friends with Jessica and Claire, and with every day
that passed she took on one more feminine attribute - realising that it
was right for her to be more feminine.
Things started out well for Joanne. She stopped the drugs and alcohol
abuse and seemed to be on the fast track to a (relatively) normal life.
But as she became more and more feminine...
And her actions became girlier and girlier...
And she found that she couldn't have children or even perform properly
in bed...
She became...
Like all women...
An emotional basket-case.
And she eventually had to be put down.
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