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[My last story was too sweet, so I wanted to do something dark and gross. Well, dark and gross for me at least. Enjoy!] Snowflake and the Oatmeal Switch by Rohmer Fan Everyone told me that Philip was a bad influence on me. I knew that they were right and that he was mostly just using me for rides, but he was funny and I had a good time when he was around. We had been hanging out now for a little over a year. Today was just like any other day after school and we were heading back to his house to watch TV. My mom worked third shift and usually slept in the afternoons, so we spent that time at his place. We had both just recently quit working at the local music store in the mall where we first met. Having extra money to spend just wasn't worth the hassle and my mom took care of most of my bills. Philip needed the extra money but he was lazy and if he couldn't get a ride with me to work, he wasn't going to go out of his way. "Yo, Brandon. We got cokes and shit in the fridge if you want, homie." He turned the TV to some sarcastic cartoons. "Cool." Philip was into hip-hop and occasionally went a little too far with the "thug speak" which I could never pull off. He was built and half Hispanic while I was way too thin and pasty-white with dark hair. We only had vague ideas of where our looks came from. Neither of us had ever met our dads. Philip's mom had recently married her current husband Jake, but she also had a daughter with a different guy before Philip. "Who the fuck said you two could drink those cokes?" Philip's sister Jenny walked in wearing a white bikini and cussing at us. "Why don't you two fags get married already? Christ, why are you always here Brandon? Don't you have a fucking home of your own." I'm guessing she had skipped school to stay out sunbathing. I just stayed quiet. You couldn't win against Jenny. She would be hot if she wasn't so hateful. Every now and then she would be nice to me though and her big piercing eyes would make me feel like they knew everything about me. In those moments it was like she put me under her spell. "Why you gotta be such a bitch, Jenny?" Philip always said something like this when his sister started into us, but it never turned into a real fight. "I'm just fucking with you." She walked over to where I was sitting on the couch. "Brandon, when I give you shit you should fight back. Women don't like weak guys," she said while stretching and yawning. She sat on the armrest near me with her shapely half-naked body only a foot or so away. Jenny was a year ahead of us in school, a senior, and had the reputation of being kind of a slut. She gave off the vibe of an adult and she exuded confidence. In other words, I found her intimidating. "Philip, Jake gave me twenty bucks to go buy stuff to make mac & cheese with at the grocery store. Brandon, can you give me a ride or just give me your keys?" "Damn, Jenny. My boy ain't gonna just let you drive his car around or whatever. Brandon we need to watch my sis, otherwise she'll spend all that money on cigarettes and shit." Jenny rolled her eyes. I really just wanted to sit and watch cartoons, but I guess they needed to eat and it's not like they wanted me to spend money, just give them a ride down the street. Jenny raised her questioning eyebrows at me. I nodded and Jenny got up to throw some clothes on. It was unseasonably warm for March in Fort Myers, Florida, which meant blistering hot. Despite the heat, Jenny still had to put on more than a bikini to go out in public. When we walked out of the house Philip's neighbor Marcus called out to us from across the street. Marcus had actually been in and out of court for possession lately. I only knew this because he dropped by sometimes. I always felt like a complete outsider when Philip and Marcus were together. I was as white as you could get while Philip was mixed and Marcus was black. Luckily, Marcus rarely came over because Jenny and he hated each other. The grocery store was only a few minutes away but walking there and back would be annoying, so I understood the need for the ride. Their neighborhood wasn't in the worst part of town, but it definitely wasn't the best. Comparatively, they had a nice house. There weren't that many in the neighborhood with a swimming pool. The grocery store reflected the local grunginess and was pretty run down and dirty, on the inside and outside. There were always homeless people asking for change when you entered or exited. I ignored them. I just didn't care. I had stopped caring about anything lately. My grades had gone down the tubes. I never spoke to my mom anymore. My "nerdy" friends in the technology club all avoided me now because I spent time with Philip and he picked on them like crazy when we got together. I tried to keep those worlds separate. I honestly preferred hanging out with Philip. I could just sit and not say anything and he didn't ask me about myself or my feelings. He didn't care either. He was only interested in sex and girls but only a few girls in the neighborhood ever gave him the time of day. He was constantly broke and had an ugly swollen face: a poor loser with an attitude who I didn't have to try hard to impress. It didn't take long for the three of us to wander in and find $20 worth of groceries. Jenny didn't buy any cigarettes. I think she only smoked when she bummed cigarettes off of guys she had over. I started to wonder if she would have anybody over tonight. Ever since she turned 18 she had been into sketchy frat guys. I didn't mind. The few I'd met when I'd been over had looked through me as if I wasn't even there. On the way back to my little Nissan, while Philip and Jenny were still arguing about what brand of boxed mac & cheese they should have gotten, I spied a little kid leaning on my car. She looked dazed and was covered in filth. Her dirty and oversized clothes looked like she had just picked them out of some garbage to wear. The kid's face looked cute though. "Oh shit, Brandon tell that gross kid to get the fuck away from your car, yo." I could smell the child from about five feet away. She reeked. "Maybe we should call social services or something?" I had no idea what to do, but leaving a kid like this was too cruel even for me. Just then I heard the kid piss herself. "Okay, fuck this. I say we get in the car and call the cops from my house. Come on you two. I don't want to get any of this kid's shit and piss on my clothes." After Jenny said this she started towards the car. Jenny tried pretending like the kid wasn't there. When she got close, the kid passed out and fell over on her. Jenny freaked out. "What the fuck!" The look of disgust on her face was intense. Philip and I both went over and pulled the kid off of her. I saw that nobody was looking and leaned the little girl against the wheel of the truck parked near us. Just then I saw the manager coming outside. She was an older woman, about fifty, and said that she would take care of calling social services about the kid. I breathed a sigh of relief and we left. Jenny was pissed. As soon as we got back she changed her clothes and kept loudly complaining that it was somehow mine and Philip's fault that the little girl had gotten shit and piss all over her new jean shorts. The atmosphere was much louder than usual so I decided to call it a night and head back home. Five hours later, sometime around midnight, I woke up lying in a puddle of my own sweat and ran to the bathroom to release my bowels. I had diarrhea and then more diarrhea. Plus I was sweating so much the toilet was slick. I started to panic. I looked in the toilet and prayed for it to be brown, not wanting to think about the possibility of an 'Oatmeal Switch' though if that kid had it, it would be just the right time to spread it. I took a deep breath after my third round of bowel movements and looked. The bowl was filled with a cream colored substance with bits of brown and red. My body was pushing all of the excess cell material it no longer needed out. I had caught the Oatmeal Switch and my life was going to completely change. ~ Report for Biology 201 The Oatmeal Switch In the year 2002 a group of South Korean scientists created a way of delivering genetic therapy for various chromosome related diseases via a controlled and targeted virus. They were hailed as heroes for the discovery and implementation of this breakthrough. For three years the world saw them as miracle workers. That is, until a strain that had been used to target Emanuel Syndrome had the unintended side effect of spreading from host to host through fluids, like the common cold. The spreading itself would not have caused a concern unless the virus didn't start violently altering the chromosomes of those it infected. In most people that caught the virus, it had the extremely bizarre effect of making them go through puberty again but with an artificial or eliminated Y chromosome. The primary effect that this had was an eventual complete change in the carrier's sex. In twelve years scientists still have not figured out how the disease mutated this way, but they believe that it was a special reaction created by its interaction with Emanuel syndrome. During the first stage, the early symptoms that someone exhibits when they catch the Oatmeal Switch are nausea, diarrhea, and excessive urination and sweating. The name of the disease comes from the waste of the carrier, which has a peculiar appearance due to the body evacuating cells and tissue at a faster pace than the body can process it. While most of the body regresses in age painlessly, approximately 15% of carriers may experience severe pain in their jaw due to teeth changing at a slower rate than the rest of the body. The second symptoms that both follow and are concurrent with the first, is a rapid deterioration of muscle and bone. Pigment changes, hair loss, gum damage, and numerous other problematic physical complications can accompany this stage. The carrier's hormones and secondary sexual characteristics are radically altered and within one week the carrier has the appearance of a preadolescent. Both male and female genitals at this stage appear intersex. During this second stage, the genitals take another week to fully reform, although as many as .005% remain at the intersex stage and do not progress. Both the first and second stage is when the carrier is most contagious. During the third and final stage, the carrier's body begins going through puberty at a rapid pace. While we call it 'puberty' it is actually a radical alteration of the carrier's body caused by the disease. Within two weeks or three weeks, the flooding of hormones will have given the carrier the physical appearance of a young adult with the fully developed secondary sexual characteristics of their new sex. This included the radical growth of: muscle, hair, breast, genital, bone, glandular, organ, and every other tissue. Some of the physical side effects during this period are: fluid leakage, intense pain, lethargy, increased appetite and thirst. "What" happens is something that doctors and scientists have already thoroughly staked out. "Why" it happens is still a mystery. One theory is that the hormonal growth burst is the virus's last attempt to reach out to a new host, because it has been shown that deep within the sperm and egg of the carrier, the virus resides in its hibernating form. Offspring of those with the disease are often born with a sterile version of the virus in their bodies During this stage, the psychological issues most clearly present themselves, such as: irritability, gender disassociation, depression, anxiety, and stress related to feelings regarding sexual orientation. In almost 80-90% of cases of completed gender "switching," the carrier experienced a radical change in sexual orientation. The spread of the Oatmeal Switch was substantial, but the CDC was able to contain it and only 3.7 million people were affected rather than the estimated 50 million if there had been no failsafes in place. It was also contained by the virus's natural limitation, in that no individual over the age of 21 has ever been recorded catching the disease. During the following years, only sporadic outbreaks of the Oatmeal Switch have occurred due to the disease having an extremely small chance of extended hibernation. The CDC has action teams in place in each state to deal with these outbreaks through quarantine and psychological reintegration. The question of "gender" in American society was only affected marginally by this debacle. While those changed by the disease were numerous, they were still an extreme minority. The stigma about the disease has been lifted in recent years due to a handful of well- regarded actors and actresses coming out of the 'Oatmeal Switch closet,' and the Academy Award winning fiction film, "Sarah's Story" about a girl who becomes a boy and overcomes numerous obstacles eventually excelling in sports and gaining notoriety. Brandon Harris Mrs. Berlet Fall Semester, 2013 ~ I shuddered as the middle-aged Asian CDC official assigned to our case practically dragged me into Philip's house. I turned my head to see a gaggle of cameras on the other side of a bright orange tape surrounding the property. They decided within the first 24 hours that it would be better to contain all of us at the Childress residence, not including the homeless girl. She was being sent back to her family in Miami. We found out her real name is 'Jesse' and she had been missing from home for months. Ironically, Jesse was no longer contagious. Sometime between now and two day ago when Jesse infected us, she'd entered the third stage. All of our parents had freaked out when they heard. Even though nobody had ever caught it over the age of 20, people still cleared the way for you no matter their age. It was hard to blame them. Since that first night my entire life was filled with the strange sensation of becoming a child. I understood where it was headed. I had already dropped a half a foot in height and knew I was nowhere near finished. My mom was already in Philip's house. She had her bright red armband on that meant she was "safe." The disease couldn't survive unless it came directly from a host, so if my mom got some mucus on her sleeve from one of us it would only be contagious for about fifteen seconds after it left our bodies. That was one of the major reasons why the outbreak had been so limited early on. Mr. Takahata, our local CDC action team officer, had explained to me that they dealt with this sort of 'hibernated outbreak' all the time. He said that it usually ended up hitting two or three times as many people as it had this time. Apparently as soon as we all hit stage three, we'd be free to do what we wanted, though they highly recommended I stay here for the duration for psychological assistance. My mother and the other parents had agreed. I didn't want any psychological assistance. Marta Childress, Philip's and Jenny's mother, had inherited this house from her parents and owned it outright. It was relatively large compared to a lot of houses in the neighborhood especially considering the pool in the back. Neither her nor her husband David could afford to buy a place like this on what they made for a living, but they could handle all the bills without a mortgage. Additionally, my mother would be giving them some cash to help pay for me while I stayed here. I was sure they would take advantage of that offer. My mom guided me to the extra bed they'd set up in Philip's room. It was decided that since we'd both be going through similar changes, we should stay close. Philip was already under his towels which looked fresh. I knew he would be drenching them in no time as his body started sweating like crazy. We usually got a little bit of a break right before we went to sleep in the evenings. I guess the virus took it easy on us every now and then or maybe at that point we had just used up everything our bodies had to offer. Philip moaned when he saw me. "Kill me, bro," he said, half-jokingly. I frowned at him. Suicide was the biggest problem with the Oatmeal Switch but it wasn't talked about or even reported except for the occasional "special" news story about statistics. I had a feeling that out of the three of us I would be the most likely to kill myself, but at the moment the idea just didn't appeal to me. I fell down onto the towels on the bed and started to feel myself get sleepy. It was hard for me to tell how much my body had changed because I was already small and thin for my age. I felt comforted as my mom put some towels on top of me and silently thanked Mr. Takahata for encouraging me to shit as much as I could before we left our own home. ~ "Goddamn, you two bitches are going to be ugly ass girls." I heard Jenny laugh. I woke up and pulled the damp towels off of me. I could tell it was nighttime but not too late. After midnight was usually when my newest round of diarrhea hit. I sat up as Philip said, "Shut the fuck up, Jenny" and rolled his eyes. I stared at him in shock. He looked like a middle schooler. He had been built before with muscles but they were completely gone. I couldn't believe my eyes. "So Brandon, has your little cock fallen off yet?" Jenny looked different, too. She had lost a ton of weight. I could barely make out breasts or really anything feminine on her. "I look hot, right? I just took a bunch of pics of my sexy skinny ass." She was smiling. I began to wonder if she knew the first thing about the Switch, but then she said, "I'm going to need some spank material in a few weeks, so I might as well get as many free pics as I can, right?" She smirked. I put my head in my hands. "Jenny, shut the fuck up. Please. Go back to your room. I don't give a fuck about your stupid shit right now." Philip's voice had already changed. It was higher, like a little kid's. I wondered how much I had changed too. "Whatever. You know, I'm coming out way ahead on this deal. You two are going to hate being girls. All the dumb shit you have to put up with. I am so looking forward to you losers crying about it." She walked out. "Later." After she left, Philip looked at me. "Dude, Brandon. This shit is so fucked up." I nodded. For some reason Philip's extremely low-brow approach to the situation felt warranted and calming to me. "Philip," I croaked as the high-pitch sounds left my throat. "Philip, how much do you know about the Oatmeal Switch?" I was guessing not much. "It changes your sex, right? Eventually? Shit, I bet you can just get a new dick or something. Probably talk to a doctor or some shit." I shook my head. "It doesn't just change your sex, it changes your personality. Almost everybody who carries it through to the third stage completely changes their sexual orientation. You have a pretty decent chance of that not happening, but... a much higher chance of the other way around." I had studied the topic just last year, luckily. "What the fuck ever, homie. I like to fuck bitches, you know. Shit." I stared at Philip and thought about what a dumbass he was. I decided not to talk to him anymore and go back to just sitting quietly. I fully expected I'd be one of the majority whose preferences changed. I constantly fantasized about girls but I had never been with one or dated any. I had never had the chance or even tried. When I really thought about being with someone, man or woman, I just didn't know what to think. Lust, love, sex, attraction... they all felt like an enormous effort. I wanted to be left alone. My dream was to find a job where I spoke to no one and lived in the smallest apartment I could find. Maybe one that was just one room I could sleep and eat in. That sounds affordable. And perfect. My crowded current life required attention. Philip wanted to make the most of his waking time so we decided to play Mario Kart until the nighttime diarrhea hit. Philip got slammed with his a couple of hours before I did. When it was my turn, I heard Jenny running to the other bathroom in the house while I was doubled over on the toilet in pain. I had never been more glad to be somewhere with multiple toilets before. ~ The first week had been mostly sleep, thankfully. I was usually up only a few hours a day. It was the sixth day that I started noticing folds below what used to be my scrotum. My balls had disappeared a few days ago. As far as obvious changes go, they were first and went almost immediately. It was mostly water down there anyway, I estimated. The Oatmeal Switch gave a whole new meaning to the phrase, "sweating my balls off." Tonight when I looked in the mirror before getting hit with diarrhea, I was taken aback. My head looked way too big for my body, but otherwise I looked like a normal eight or nine year old kid. It was an out-of- body experience like no other. I felt like a pedophile looking at myself naked in the mirror, but I had to get a closer look at what was going on down there. First, I had been hit with some side effects. I was completely bald all over my body, including my eyebrows. I also had birthmarks appear on my neck and under my arms. I read that these birthmarks were called "oatmeal spots" because people with the disease sometimes got them. The pigment changes sometimes stayed with you and sometimes didn't. The third stage was unpredictable in a lot of ways. You ended up producing 100 times as many hormones as you'd need to kill an adult elephant. Our bodies were built to take it, though. My baldness didn't matter because the hair growth during the third stage was ten times the normal. Second, my "penis" was just a small pink formless thing with a hole at the end I could only see when I peed out of it. It would look gross if it wasn't so... soft and simple looking. I touched it and it was numb. Philip knocked on the door so I pulled my clothes on and left the room to let him do his business. He looked about like me only he hadn't lost his hair and seemed a tiny bit shorter. The last couple of days I got the feeling that he was going through his changes a little faster than I was, but I knew he was too stupid to answer my questions about it so I didn't bother. Jenny was standing outside the bathroom leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Jenny looked about like me, like a child, but the intensity was still there. "I like the feel of it, you know. I'm shitting myself free of a weak and worthless existence." She smirked. "I've got a little tiny cock now. You can barely see it, but I think of it as a weapon." She walked up to me and put her hand on my bald head, tapping it. Before she had sometimes grabbed my head like this when I was a... man or probably a boy. That's right, I was never a real man. "You're already soft but soon you'll be softer. I read that during the final stage the more men eat, the bigger their muscles are and the taller they get. The more women eat, they just end up fat. Do you know how useless a fat woman is, Brandon? You don't want to be useless, do you?" Even though she was a child and we were the same height, I closed my eyes and felt her staring through me. "I told your mom that I would help you through the final stage. She trusts me. She told me that you never talked to her and that she was worried you'd turn into a disgusting ugly little slut. I think she trusts me to make sure you don't." I stared at her as she laughed and walked back to her room. Jenny was always incredibly pleasant when my mom was around. My mom thought she was cute and would buy her things. The absurdity of the situation made me desperate for my oatmeal squirts so I could go ahead and sleep already. ~ The first night I didn't have to use the bathroom I nearly cried. No more sweats, no more "oatmeal," no more constant urination. Done. I had been right about Philip going through the switch faster than me. He had stopped having any large amount of waste the day before I did. His reaction to his penis being completely gone had actually been funny. "I'll still get bitches. I don't need no dick." I was amazed at how little his brain seemed to work. ~ I spent the next day scratching my crotch and thinking about how worthless I was. The first week, my penis had alternated between numb and fuzzy feeling as it slowly turned into a mound of pink. One day into the second stage and my genitals had disappeared completely. I was left with a fold of skin. There was something incredibly freeing about no longer having any kind of genitals at all. As far as I was concerned, I could just sew the thing shut and piss out of it. I had always thought, "If I could start over, I could be happy." In a way, I'd been wiped clean. Within a day I began feeling irresponsible and lazy. I knew that my mom wasn't taking care of the household chores like I did. When I lived with her, I took care of the laundry, the dishes, the cooking, most of the shopping. My mother always needed me to take care of her. Not that I ever got to talk to her. When she came by, all she did was talk to Jenny. They got along really well and Jenny constantly reminded me of it saying things like: "I guess your mom doesn't need you anymore, little Brandon," and "Your mom hates it when you don't smile." Jenny always reminded me to smile for my mom when she came by this way. It made me feel worthless and Jenny only encouraged this feeling. The only thing that saved me from being completely taken in by her was her appearance, that she was a child like I was. I could ignore her most of the time because of this. The first dinner we ate together where I knew I wouldn't have a violent reaction later, I offered Mrs. Childress a hand drying dishes from the dishwasher. This was something I could do easily even at my height. While I worked, I felt Jenny's silent gaze. ~ After three days, you could easily tell that my folds were a vagina. I had never learned all the terminology for the vagina. My slit or opening. My femaleness. It was the only thing changing. I had spent the last couple of days offering to help around the house. Any chores that needed to be done were fine. My mother had brought by my oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants that I had worn when I was a little kid. Those clothes were too awkward to work in, so Jenny gave me all her old things to wear instead. Actually, Philip and I split them up between us. He didn't want any "girly shit" so I was left with all the pink pants and unicorns and whatever else. Luckily my mother brought us all some fresh underwear. She said it was okay for me to wear Jenny's clothes since the second stage was only a few days long. Jenny took the opportunity to lord it over me. "You look like such a girly little bitch in my old clothes. I never wore that shit, you know." She berated me constantly but I could never tune it out. There was something about the way she harassed me that made me think if I didn't pay attention I would miss something important. ~ On the fourth night of the second stage, Jenny walked in on me while I was taking a bath. "Shh." She put her finger to her lips. Her eyes were intense and she had no expression on her face, which was typical Jenny. I always took my bath while the Childress family watched TV, between 8 and 10 PM. I didn't want to get in the way. I didn't want to be heard or seen or to have to explain myself. I stayed silent as Jenny entered. It was a relief that since she had to be quiet I knew she wouldn't give me too much abuse. A part of me wanted her to see me naked. I wanted her to tell me that I had been wiped clean and could be a new person. Somehow I felt that Jenny would understand. She looked at me for a second. "Aren't you going to cover yourself?" I gulped and put a washcloth over my crotch. She looked at it and then looked at me. "I'm fucking with you. Actually, Philip won't show me his. Show me yours." My heart started beating fast. There was nothing to see though I had looked at it every other hour of every day. "Here." She pulled her sweatpants down far enough for me to see the small balls and penis that she had grown. She then pulled her pants right back up with a smirk. "Now you." I sat up in the bathtub and got on my knees so that my vagina was clear of the soapy water. I was motionless. "What is that? I can't even see it." She whispered. Just then she heard footsteps walking down the hallway near the bathroom and we both tensed up. Jenny rolled her eyes. "Later. You owe me a better look than that." ~ The next couple of days featured relentless attacks by Jenny. Relentless. The housework had become constant and the family started getting used to me clearing the table and helping out in other ways. I was preparing for our final stage by peeling potatoes, which we had boxes of. Potatoes and butter, with supplemental vitamins, were the cheapest way to get through the increased appetite of the growth stage. My chores always seemed to earn me a number of comments from Jenny. "If a little bitch like you can't even hold a plate, what good are you?" And "I bet you're going to be stuck a bald little maid girl forever. Fucking useless." And "It makes me sick thinking about how you were licking your slutty lips and looking at my cock the other day." And so on. There was something about the way she spoke to me that made me start staring at her mouth and eyes while she was berating me. I started thinking about the air produced by her lungs and all the other organs in her body that were there to help make the sounds. It made the words themselves seem to turn into air and vibrations. ~ I didn't immediately notice that Philip had grown a few inches because all he had done the last week was eat, watch TV and play videogames online with Marcus. We rarely had conversations where we were both standing. But now Philip was standing and looking down at me. "Oh fuck, dude. You a shortie." Like the first stage's outgoing issue, the biggest appetite for incoming material came in the middle of the night and then tapered off during the day. We had enormous amounts of mashed potatoes made for all of these bouts. I had never in my life had much of an appetite, but I was voracious. Jenny and Philip still managed to eat more than me, though. After I ate, I thought that I could actually watch the hair growing on the top of my head. It was jet black and covered in short inch and a half long hairs after the first night. When Jenny saw me with my new hair, she rubbed my head like she used to and said, "Look at all your pretty new hair." I had been yearning for a compliment of any kind, so that made me happy. ~ After a few tests, Takahata from the CDC gave us the heads up that we were no longer contagious. All the orange tape from around the house was removed and he told us that we were allowed to leave the house. However, he also warned us that people would probably need a couple of weeks to feel "safe." Most people had some huge misunderstandings about the disease because gender was such a confusing and controversial topic anyway. Takahata had a lot of opinions about this sort of thing. I listened but didn't care. I didn't want to go anywhere. ~ Philip loved pulling up his shirt and showing me his budding breasts. On my second day my nipples had started to get sensitive and swollen, but that was it. Philip was developing at a much more rapid rate than I was. "I can already tell you're going to be an ugly flat-chested girl, Brandon. No wait, should I call you Brandi? I'm going to go by 'Jay' so that's what you can call me." I knew I was ugly. I didn't care about being flat-chested, but I knew that if I was going to be really skinny and flat-chested I would look like my classmate Jodie Wilkins. Everyone constantly mocked her for being flat. It made me worried just thinking about it. I wanted to have enough to avoid that. The looks and the abuse. I wanted to blend in and be forgotten. Jenny / Jay had already leaped past us in height by a striking degree. I sometimes woke up and heard her -him- eating even when Philip and I were done. I had the feeling Jenny was trying to get as much growth as she could. As 'he' could. He had broad shoulders now and his voice was cracking. It was all happening so fast. Jenny had become extremely irritable. She could be set off at any time for anything. My mother had to work overtime at work lately, so I wasn't going to see her at all this week. The last time we spoke she told me, "The next time I see you, I guess I'll have a daughter." She looked distant. ~ I slipped the next day while I was folding some of the new clothes that had been donated to us and called Jay "Jenny." She told me that every time I did that, I would be punished. This time she would let me off with a warning. "You are so fucking stupid you can't even get my name right. How fucking else are you going to learn to respect people you ugly little slut?" I was getting emotional and lightheaded when she berated me now. One time I even had to throw up. ~ The morning of the fifth day of the final stage I was looking forward to a hot bath. As I took my clothes off I looked at the reflection of my back in the mirror. I definitely had a feminine waist and hips. I was obviously a girl now. I still felt the same. Not only didn't I think like a girl, but I still thought of myself as a guy, as 'he' or 'him.' I didn't "think" like a girl. What does that even mean? I got in the bathtub and fell into the water. I had noticeable breasts now, but they were still small. Jenny said they were flat and disgusting looking. Philip's were huge. I touched mine and gave them a squeeze. They felt soft. The first day of the last stage, my nipples had gotten really puffy and then stayed that way. They had a shiny pink appearance, especially compared to Philip's darker more textured ones. Every day we ate like pigs. I tried not to eat with Jenny and Philip because Jenny would mock me mercilessly for eating too much so I'd get fat. "There is no person more hideous on the planet than an ugly fat woman," she loved saying. She said Philip could carry it because he was taller. 'She' was taller. There was really only about an inch or so difference, but she had been right. Philip's body had definitely gotten a shapely look to it. I constantly caught him checking himself out in the mirror. 'Her' checking 'herself' out. He seemed to be taking it in stride. The first time I caught him playing with his breasts, he gave me a knowing look and said, "Brandon, holy shit. I'm gonna have big-ass titties. Fuck!" I had looked closely at my changes a little bit, but not much. My body felt thin. I was just happy to no longer have a penis. It was like a weight had been lifted. Before, I always felt like I had to impress girls. Looking back, I began to wonder if that was the only reason I even went to school or left the house. I liked putting my hand on my empty crotch and thinking about "freedom": freedom from girls rejecting me and guys seeing me as a threat to eliminate. I was somewhat interested in my new face. I kept seeing my old male self in it. I had my old big eyes and small nose, but everything else looked... rounder and smoother. I understood why Jenny called me ugly, though. I looked mousey. I had a thought that my old self would have liked this new girl, but he probably would have just seen that same emptiness inside of her and been attracted to it. All the hair on my body had grown in to a reasonable degree, though it was a relief how sparse it was compared to when I was a guy. I had a longish head of hair now. We all did. I liked the feel of it in the water, swishing around my body. I had been numb through the first two stages for the most part, but this third stage made my body incredibly sensitive to touch. I relaxed. I took long morning baths. They were quiet and solitary. I wanted my whole life to be like that way. In the middle of this thought, I nearly jumped out of the water as the door slowly opened and I heard a mild chuckle. "Good. I wanted to see your tiny little tits, Brandi." I couldn't move. I instantly recognized the voice even though the extreme deepness of it shouldn't have been familiar. Jenny came in and I covered myself with the washcloth again. She looked gigantic and must have grown a few inches just last night. Her arms looked enormous. 'His' arms. "What..." I tried to speak. "It's just you and me today, slut. Philip's playing Call of Duty with that piece of shit, Marcus." She shut the door behind her. 'He.' Marcus had been coming over some to play games with Philip. He had been in jail with a couple of guys who had caught the Switch and knew all about the disease, so unlike most people he felt comfortable around us during the non-contagious final stage. He still never spoke to me, but Jenny didn't mind him as much anymore. "Oh fuck, this makes me want to puke. Do you not know how to shave yourself?" The look she was giving me wasn't just disgust; there was something behind her eyes expecting me to react. I knew that expectant look well. It showed up when she needed me to do housework or apologize for being so socially awkward while living in their house. "I'm sorry." I wanted to feel embarrassed at having Jenny see me naked, but I just couldn't. I hardly even felt like it was my own body, really. Since the third stage began, I hadn't been shaving anything. When I was a guy I didn't even need to shave my face but once every other week. I just wasn't very hairy. "Here, shave yourself. Your mother would vomit if she saw your legs and crotch and pits all hairy like that." She handed me a pink razorblade and some shaving gel. I started getting lightheaded again and stared at the things she'd given me. "Wow, you are completely useless. Here you dumb bitch. Let the water out and sit on the side of the tub." She leaned back against the counter opposite to the tub and clenched her teeth with a glare. I did as she said. 'He.' "Oh, but first, stand up and bend over. You owe me a good look." I did owe her and had feared when she would make me pay up. Part of me had hoped she'd forget, but she never forgot anything. 'He' never forgot. I stood up and bent over facing away from her. "Hmm," she said, and I felt her large hands forcing my thighs apart. The second she started touching me I began to fade away. I couldn't hear the water running or even feel his hands on me. I could only listen to the sound of my own breathing inside my head. "Brandi, you've got a nice tight looking pussy. Congrats. I guess even ugly flat-chested girls can have one thing going for them. I want to make sure it's real, though." He put his finger inside of me and I jerked away. I turned to look at him in horror. Yes, this man had just touched me there. "Jenny, no." I had snapped out of my trance and was pressing myself against the cold tile of the shower and bathtub stall. He grabbed my wet hair and pulled me back towards him. "What the fuck did I tell you about calling me that? I'm Jay, you dumb bitch." I nodded as the world turned gray. I understood. A deep part of me understood that a piece of my newfound 'freedom' had just been taken from me. All I could hear was his voice. I wanted to look into those intense eyes as if somehow the look and the voice were part of the same feeling. "You fucked up, now you get punished. Bend over." He let go of my hair and as he pushed my head forward my eyes rolled back in my head. "Don't worry, I'm not going to go near that pussy of yours again. Not with all that hair all over it. But I want you to spend the rest of the day thinking about what my name is." With my body bent and my butt up in the air, Jay slapped one of my ass cheeks as hard as he could. I immediately went into another deeper level of trance and felt the pain travel through my body. I felt my legs wobble as my head started flying and I started tingling down my spine and into my vagina then down to my nipples and the tips of my fingers. I felt my butt muscles involuntarily twitch a few times after he slapped the second cheek. I couldn't speak or move, but I forced down a moan with a jaw shudder. Jay pulled me up by the hair and jerked my head around to look in the mirror behind us. I had two bright red handprints on my ass, which was slightly spread apart giving a very feminine impression. My eyes looked glazed over and my mouth was sort of hanging open. I was caught between knowing it was me with Jay and feeling like I was looking at an unfamiliar teenage girl being grabbed by some strange man. "See how fucking stupid you look? Now think about my spanking you and remember what my fucking name is you dumb cunt." I still couldn't move. I finally looked into his eyes and felt another tingling and flying feeling. I forced myself to come back to reality and managed to nod knowing that he needed a response acknowledging the punishment. "Even an ugly cow can understand simple things, isn't that nice. Now shave. I'm going to watch and make sure you do it right." In a thick stupor, I slowly did as he said. ~ I nearly had to crawl back to the bedroom after shaving and washing myself in front of Jay that morning. He didn't touch me again, but calmly ordered me to do my cleaning. After the shaving came the hair shampooing and conditioning, which he made me repeat. Then he made sure I scrubbed every inch of myself hard because I was such a "dirty fucking slut." After it was all over I felt like he had been right. I did feel clean now, more than I had. My hairless body and long squeaky clean hair felt fresh. Jay made me put lotion all over my body and then pink nail polish on. He said I would look like "too much of a whore" if I put any other makeup on, though. He only let me wear some short cloth shorts and a tank top with no underwear, both of which he brought into the bathroom for me. My nipples were plainly visible through my shirt, and as I crawled back to the bedroom I caught Marcus leering at me while Philip and he played games. I was very much conscious of him being "a man" now, because to me Jay had been "a man" and I was a girl and a toy he could use. Once when I had been looking at myself while my dazed and vacant expression was heavy on my face, I fantasized that I was Jay's doll, his possession. I was helpless throughout this whole incident. I couldn't say no to Jay. I couldn't even move without him telling me what to do. What's more is that I felt like I'd won, I felt happy. I felt SOMETHING and I wanted to feel it again. I knew that I couldn't just lie on the bathroom floor and let the dizziness wash over me so I that's why I had crawled away. But I could have easily just done that. When I finally got under my covers, I bit down hard on my hand to try and bring the delicious pain back, but there was nothing. Just numbness. ~ Later that day I sat listless while Jay, my mom, and the Childress adults discussed me. I smiled for my mom the whole time as the Childress family agreed with Jay that my time there had been good for me. My mother wanted me to stay for a few more weeks to help get acclimated to my new sex and gender. I didn't care where I was, but I knew if I was going to feel that amazing way I had felt this morning again, I would need to stay close to Jay. After profusely thanking the Childress family for taking care of me she then gave them funds to make up for room and board. My mother openly admired how well groomed I was, which actually made me feel some pride. She then gave me some money to buy a bra and some other clothes when I was finished growing. Jay didn't look at me once while she was there. ~ "Brandon, you pick a bitch-name yet? I think I'm gonna be 'Monique'. How's that shit?" Philip was much better looking as a girl than he had been as a guy. Before his face was rough and bumpy but now it was smooth. He had a gigantic ass and hips and big boobs, especially compared to me. I was still pretty thin but I had matured a little bit since yesterday morning. I was about 5'6" while Philip was closer to 5'10", but despite being shorter I definitely felt more like a "young woman" than a "girl" now. "Okay, Monique is good." "I know, shit." He turned back around in his seat. We were heading out to buy some clothes in my car. Jay was driving and Philip wanted to ride shotgun. I didn't mind. Jay's mom had given him a haircut today, which looked much nicer than the ponytail he had been keeping since the Switch. Jenny always wore jeans and tight white shirts, and now as Jay mostly wore the same, but white polo style shirts instead. Other than ordering me around the house to do cleaning, Jay and I hadn't really had another incident like yesterday morning. Until we were about to leave the house, that is. Jay called me into his room and made me kiss his boots before we left the house. Then he told me that if he caught me looking at any guys while we were out, he'd punish me in ways I couldn't imagine. I complied. I felt like I could never ask him for more, for him to treat me that way, but I had quietly ached for it. "Monique. I like that. Okay, Monique, what should we call Brandon?" I sat silently. I wasn't sure why Jay didn't use "Brandi." "Well shit, she pale as fuck. Yo, Marcus said she looks like whatsherface from Weeds, that white bitch." "Nancy?" I could see Jay grinning from the side of his face. "Yeah, Nancy. Yo, you do look like fucking Nancy, Brandon. How about that shit?" I just nodded along. Nancy, Brandi, Brandon. What did it matter? I wanted to be the doll. Nancy the doll. ~ Monique was pushing her tits together in the mirror. The neon pink string bikini with shiny, reflective trim may have been the gaudiest swimsuit in all of Target. "Oh shit, girl. Look how hot 'Monique's' big titties are in this tiny ass bikini. You fuckin love it." She emphasized her new name. I nodded. I was wearing a tiny black two-piece myself that Jay had picked out for me. It was a string one that tied around my neck. It barely covered my ass and as for the front, I will just say that I am glad I knew to shave everywhere this morning or Jay's current intense glare might have been a little scary. "I like it Monique. Nancy, you can go ahead and put your clothes on." Jay's voice penetrated me. I went back to the changing room and closed the door. We had gone to Goodwill first where Jay picked out a lot of small jean shorts and short skirts for me. The skirts were all pleated or flaring out and he reminded me how important my shaved legs were, and that I not get razor-burn. As far as shirts went, he liked the short-sleeve button-up ones. He said it might distract people from my ugly face if they could see my bra through the buttons on my shirt every now and then. I was glad Jay was driving. I would be useless behind the wheel. It was all I could do to stand up. The idea of Jay dressing me like an object had gone to my head. When we got to Target we went to look for some bras and panties for me. Surprisingly, Jenny and Philip were the same size so she had all of those old clothes to wear and didn't need any new ones. Not Philip, Monique. Also, Monique didn't seem to mind wearing used underwear. No big surprise there. Jay had sent Monique off to look around while he picked out my underwear for me. He liked things to be lacy and black, said it suited my look more because I was pale. My bra was a size 32B. While we were alone, he told me that Conrad from Weeds called Nancy "Snowflake" and that that would be the name he would call me when I needed to be punished. He said it fit because I "wasn't a special snowflake" like I thought I was. I was just "worthless trash." He was right. God, he was right. I knew it now. When I went to pay, I made sure Jay saw me look for a while at the man at the checkout counter. I could feel him staring knives through me and knew this punishment would be different. My heart was beating so hard it was like drumming in my ears. ~ The entire drive back to their home Jay glared at me in the rear view mirror. I could barely breathe. My imagination ran wild with the possibilities for punishment. Would he beat me? A slap across the face or a punch didn't seem like it would interest him and it might leave too much of a mark. I knew inside that what we did, our punishment game, was a secret between us. Maybe he would sick his finger in me again or spank me. That's what I wanted. I wanted him to tell me I was worthless and ugly, and when he spanked me it made me feel like a disappointing child. I looked at Jay's muscular arm. I could tell that I found men attractive now. I had really started noticing it when we were shopping. I kept looking at Jay's arms and thinking about him grabbing my wet hair. It was the arms, the muscular arms. That was how I knew. We got back to their place a couple of hours before their parents would get home. Mrs. Childress was working a day shift as a nurse and their step-dad was doing odd jobs for the power company. "Nancy, get your shit and go inside." I shuddered and picked up all the bags. Jay then looked at Monique and told him to go over to Marcus's until dinner. She said, "a'ight" without even asking why and walked over. Jay followed me into the house and I could feel the stare he was giving me. As soon as the door closed, Jay lit into me. "You fucking dumb slut, did you think I didn't notice you licking your slut lips at that fat Target fuck? I bet you would have spread for him right there. Get in the fucking bathroom you dirty bitch." I dropped the bags where I was standing. It was less me dropping them and that they feel out of my hands. I slowly walked to the bathroom and stated getting lightheaded waiting for what would happen next. The room felt smaller today. The tiles seemed dirtier. "Take off your skanky clothes, whore. Slowly. I may as well get some enjoyment out of your pathetic body." I had changed into some things he picked out for me at Goodwill in the car ride to Target. Jay said the clothes I'd worn out of the house were too baggy. He shut the door behind us and turned on the light. I found the strength to move my muscles enough to do as he said, and removed my sandals. I slowly unbuttoned my black shirt and let it drop to the ground. I hadn't put on a bra yet and had only worn a tight white undershirt for support earlier, which I pulled off and over my head releasing my '32B' breasts. Jay's face was expressionless as I started unbuttoning my jean shorts and slowly shimmying then down my ass then nudging then away. Finally, I slid my panties down for him while feeling more and more intoxicated with every inch until they were all the way off. I could feel the dazed look on my face as I stood naked in front of him. "Now get in the tub, Snowflake." At the very use of my special name my knees buckled and I fell to the ground onto the clothes I'd taken off. The muscles in my vagina had started twitching and I felt my nipples getting warm. I dragged my body to the bathtub and got in on all fours. I desperately wanted to be spanked. My whole body exploded as Jay's hand hit my ass. I wanted to scream but I couldn't, I could only choke back the cries as my eyes rolled back into my head. I mentally traced the outline of the slap on my ass cheek and could feel where each finger had been. The ambient sounds of the house disappeared and my whole body shivered and convulsed. I moaned. "You disgusting slut, you're not supposed to like your punishment." His words were breathy, airy. He had anticipated that I would like it. This was part of his plan. 'What did he want to do to his doll today?' I wondered. I heard him unzipping his jeans and looked up as he pulled his cock out. It was beautiful and half-hard. "Don't fucking look at me. Put your head down. Tell me how sorry you are." As I whimpered the words 'I'm sorry' over and over again, he sent a never-ending stream of hot piss that covered my back and arms, ass and legs. The warmth of it and the "you smell like a toilet, Snowflake" he bellowed afterwards made the world go dark for me and my whole body collapsed. ~ I curled into a fetal position on the hospital bed. It was almost dawn and I had barely slept all night. The doctor said that I had a clean bill of health, all three of us did. This was the final "checkup" required by the CDC so we could be released back into school. Well, we still had another week before school, thankfully. My mother had picked me up early yesterday morning to take me here. We had to fill out a lot of forms reassigning my sex in the system. My name is now legally Nancy Price, though I kept Brandon as a middle name. That was the tradition with the disease. My mother immediately took to the name and told me I was beautiful, but I knew I was really ugly and she was just being a mom. I still smiled when she said it. My doctor was a middle-aged woman named Dr. Spencer. She analyzed me in countless different ways, with thorough poking and prodding. Last night she showed me an ultrasound of my new female insides. She had clearly labeled it for me: uterus, cervix, vagina, fallopian tubes, and ovaries. I studied all my new parts like they were each a member of a superhero team. I had a womb. I could have babies now. Dr. Spencer gave me a long talk about reproductive health, birth control, condom use, and menstruation. She told me that my uterine wall was "thick" and that it would most likely be painful my first time having intercourse and that there would be an "excessive amount of menstrual bleeding and discharge." Apparently this was a common side effect of the male-to-female Switch. The whole time I was here I was waiting for her to find out about me. I felt like they might be able to tell by looking that the disease had turned me into a filthy slut that craved Jay's torture and abuse. How could they not see it? I saw it written all over my face every time I looked in the mirror. Whore. Slut. Bitch. I bet Jay saw it too. After he pissed all over me yesterday, I woke up with him splashing me with cold water and telling me to wake up. I had passed out face down in the tub. It was the first time I saw Jay show any sign of caring or weakness. He had complimented me a few times, but it was always stern. But when he was calling me to wake up, he sounded scared. After I finally managed to say, "I'm awake" to him, he backed off and tried to stay cool. He casually told me to clean myself up and then awkwardly left the bathroom. After a long, extremely hot shower with enough soap and bathing gel for a lifetime, I managed to haul myself into my bed and fell into a deep sleep, not waking up until the next morning when my Mom came to take me here. I slept because my body was exhausted and sore. I craved Jay's abuse, but a whole day of it was too much for me. I had found my limit. The bathroom scene had been the final straw and my body had completely collapsed, though I couldn't tell while it was happening that it had been too much stress. I was flying too high during it and when he peed on me. I held myself in the lonely hospital room and thought, "It's nice. Mmm." It's nice to feel something. ~ Jake, their step-dad, drove us all back to their house from the hospital that morning. I had never seen Jake and Jay (or Jenny) around each other without Mrs. Childress present. I had no idea how much Jay hated Jake. The entire car ride was Jay attacking his step-dad. "I bet you're just loving having all these girls around to look at, Jake. Naive girls who won't call you out for staring at their ass in their bikinis like I did. Maybe you only liked the big tall blonde ones?" Jake was calm but you could tell Jay was getting under his skin. A few times Jake looked at me in the rearview mirror and made eyes at me as if to say, "Look what I have to put up with." If he only knew. ~ I was emptying the drain after doing the dishes when Jake finally left for the day to work. He had taken the morning off to pick us up and talk to the doctor to see if there were any complications. Luckily there hadn't been, though the doctor did note that they had anticipated my height being an inch or two higher. Marcus was already over. He had bought a new game for him and Monique to play which they were really into. I didn't catch the name of it. I had started to wonder about those two despite getting the vibe from Monique that she was a lesbian. She constantly tried to grab my tits or asked to see me naked. Since I knew I was going to spend the hospital trip in a nightgown, I decided to wait until today to wear my new bra and panties. After I got home I went into the bathroom to shave and get myself ready for the day. I liked the feel and the look of my new underwear against my skin. It also made my body tingle knowing that when I wore them, I was being Jay's doll. I put on a pleated plaid skirt and another button-up black shirt to complete the picture. Jay hadn't said a word to me while we were in the car or when we got home, but after Jake left I saw him come out of his room and walk towards me. I caught his eye and immediately knew I was in for it. I froze and wondered what I had done to set him off. He put his mouth right beside my ear and said, "You and Jake make a nice little team, don't you?" My heart stopped. That's right. In the car Jake had looked at me after arguing with Jay. I should have known to look away. "I'm sorry, I didn't m-" "Shut your fucking mouth, Snowflake." I almost lost my balance. "Get. The. Fuck. In. My. Room." I looked at his open door down the hallway away from the kitchen and got tunnel-vision. All I could see was the way there. I slowly walked there with my arms at my sides. Jay followed me. "Stand up straight, slut. I don't ever want to see you walk without your back arched a little again." I did as he said. When we entered his room, he sat down on the side of his bed. "Close the door behind you, bitch." I slowly closed the door until I heard it click. I felt the rug beneath my bare feet and realized that he wasn't going to pee on me again here. It would be too messy. It had been too long since he spanked me and the thought of it made my heart race. "Sit down on your knees in front of me, Snowflake." I collapsed. "Let me tell you an interesting bit of trivia. Jake loves getting blowjobs. My mom told me this once, though she didn't use the word, she said, 'when I use my mouth.' My mother is much classier than you. Say 'I love sucking cock,' whore." I started feeling myself get dizzy. "I love sucking cock," I heard myself say. I knew my voice had changed, but for some reason hearing it say those words was like being hit with a brick. My girl's voice sounded like a porn-star's. "Add a 'Mr. Big Dick' at the end. When I call you 'Snowflake' you can call me 'Mr. Big Dick.'" My body was swaying on its own as my ability to sit up straight waned. "I love sucking cock, Mr. Big Dick." "Good, because you're going to be doing a lot of it today." He stood up and over me, unzipping his jeans then pulled out his large semi-hard cock and started stuffing it into my mouth. I started gagging as it hit the back of my throat, but I knew that Jay would kill me if I pulled away. I forced down the bile and as he grew harder I fought the desire to vomit. It would be wrong to say I was "sucking his cock." It was more like he was fucking my face and throat. He slammed it in like a fist and held the back of my head so I wouldn't tip over from the force. I could feel the tears streaming down my face but before true panic could set in, my head started flying. I felt my mouth and face go numb and instead of wanting to flee, I started thinking about how I hoped my shaved legs looked nice in my skirt, which was spread out on the floor a little. Maybe after my lesson he would compliment me on them since I had worked so hard to keep them looking nice ever since he made me start shaving them every day. With his hard cock being shoved down my throat, I contemplated the mundane details of personal hygiene. "Look up at me, Snowflake." I did and felt the tears start going around the side of my head and the saliva he'd throat-fucked out of me sliding down my chin and neck. His voice was making my body quiver. "I can barely look at your ugly face while you suck my dick. I know you want to suck down some of my cum, but I won't let you, you slut." He increased the speed of the pounding and then pulled out of my mouth, shooting cum all over my face. I felt used. I wanted to stand up and go clean my face off but my legs were useless. I couldn't tell if they'd fallen asleep or I had just been worked up so much they wouldn't move. "Stand up, Snowflake." His words gave me the strength to stand up. "Never make eye contact with Jake again. Now go clean my cum off your ugly whore face." I turned to walk away. "You dumb bitch... you tell me thank you before you leave." I turned to look at him. "Thank you, Mr. Big Dick." He zipped himself back up and closed the door to the room as I left. I took a long look at myself with Jay's cum on my face in the bathroom mirror then washed it off, but tasted a tiny bit of it first. It was thick and salty, but also gave me a distinct "chemical" feel. Before walking out to get back to the housework, I looked down at myself and thought, "My legs do look nice and shiny in this skirt." ~ I sat on the edge of the pool to let myself dry off a little. Monique, Marcus, Jay, and Mrs. Childress were all in the water playing volleyball like I had been before I got tired. Everybody here was more athletic or at least bigger than I was. Trying to play volleyball in water that was almost neck deep where you stood was exhausting. This was the first time I had ever even used their pool. Most of the time it was too dirty to use because they never cleaned it, but I had done a lot of work over the last day to get it ready for us. Jay told me to do it because his mom had the weekend off and he wanted her to enjoy it. I had done some research and figured out some tricks for pool cleaning. It had been an ugly shade of green with tons of dirt and debris in it, but a day or so later I had it looking as good as new. Jay had even told me, "Good job." I had almost cried when he did, except I didn't want to make a mistake with his moods. While they were distracted by the game, I took a discreet look down the front of my bathing suit. The complete hairlessness felt nice and I saw clearly that the cold water had soaked my vagina a little letting my lips pucker out. I liked that I was barely hiding this opening under my black string bikini and when I took a peek some cold air hit it which also felt really good. I shivered and tilted my head up to watch the game. I caught Marcus glancing my way and I knew he had seen me looking at myself. I sighed. I leaned back with my palms on the concrete to look down at myself. In addition to my pleasantly smooth crotch, my legs looked really nice and clean. I felt the little bit of fat on my hips and ass cushioning me. I was white and pale, but at least I was incredibly smooth. My stomach was flat and my breasts stuck out just enough to hold my bikini top in place. You could see a little sideboob, which looked nice. When my body got into cold water, my nipples poked right through the bikini though. I didn't mind. I was a doll, after all. If Jay didn't want people seeing my nipples, he wouldn't have made me buy this swimsuit. I looked over at him. He was wearing sunglasses like I was, so I couldn't tell if he was checking me out or not. A few minutes later, Mrs. Childress said she was getting tired so she went inside. After she did, Marcus came up to me. "Nancy was my idea, you know." I nodded. He whispered, "I saw you taking a look at your new pussy, 'Nancy.