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Deepthroat Flip There are times that I wonder what happened to our little blue planet. Some have called it a curse or a blessing from some higher power. Scientists state that it was the human race trying to preserve itself. Either way I am glad that I kept little notes to myself so that I could see each stage of how it occurred to us during that lovely changing. March 18th: Coffee fueled my day, the taste rather bitter because I didn't really enjoy the silken feel of sugar or cream in my coffee. Taking it black was the manly thing to do. Or at least that's what I told myself while I tried not to scrunch my face up in bothersome ideas. "Pst James." I could hear Paul from the cubicle over call my name. Rain pattered on the dreary windows of the office. I lazily turned my head, the caffeine yet to hit. His dirty blond hair came to a point on his head. I always did hate the expression he made when he had a scheme. "What is it?" I asked before he pointed to a few patents that weren't exactly filled properly. There was a system to dragging them out so that we could purview them. It wasn't exactly legal to actually look in detail at each item, but there was very little overhead when you got to the dregs that we dealt with. I swear most of them were going to be put on an infomercial anyways. "This thing is supposed to keep a woman supple upstairs all day." He went into details with it, something that went right past my head at that time. After all sometimes he didn't want to come up with a scheme, but describe to me a patent that was either super ridiculous or something that we were going to enjoy with how simple it might become. No one was going to file today, not with the weather being what it was. And considering that our jobs were legal we probably should have considered it more important. But, I guess that we were just bored with the tedium of clerical work that made us data machines. After all you needed permanent copies along with the files that we had in the computer. I didn't have any on my desk, allowing me to drink my coffee in peace if it weren't for my cubicle neighbor. Some of the women were reading, or texting, my eyes wandering to them. Women made a good chunk of our office, men considering it secretarial. They preferred the higher paying jobs. I considered myself an important clerk, or at least I did when I wasn't bored out of my mind. All of us sat straighter, putting our fingers to the keyboard when we heard the familiar clack of Erica's shoes. Our earlier boss had been a balding G-man who had forgotten that we didn't live through the Cold War with him. He'd ben cranky, and kept his hands ready to catch and grab anyone who might be slacking. I'd been happy to see him retire. Erica kept things more informal. When we were busy she expected us to work like the world was going to end the day after. But, on slow days like this she didn't mind if we were a little more rested. Busy work was something that she saw as tantamount to a worse waste because it kept us from being ready for important work. We'd put too much into that busy work that we'd forget what was important. Her long crimson hair reminded me of my own short light red hair; though she was able to keep a darker pigment to my pale complexion. If I hadn't had such a nice body I am sure that I would have been considered the gangly geek. She'd reached 40 recently, I remembered the birthday party that we held in the office. Or I should probably say that the girls planned it. I added my name to the card, and gave a little money to make sure that we were able to get a gift for her. She'd been rather nice about it, giving us all a special thank you for herself. Walking by, she grabbed the file from Paul. Her eyes bored into him, making him turn back slightly. I could almost see him jump from the expression. "We are not here to find entertainment in these files. They are sacrosanct, understand?" Her eyes kept boring into him, making Paul shrink from her. I grinned to myself, while turning around so that she couldn't see me. After all I knew a strong willed woman when I saw one. My mind went to my tan little beauty on my desk; that big white smile on her face while she leaned forward. If I concentrated I could see the edges of her cleavage that came from that too tight shirt. Or I would have if the picture wasn't a little grainy from having been blown up from my phone. Rain pattered outside for hours, making my eyes droop. When I did get a handful of files it took every ounce of energy for me to transfer them to our electronic database. After all it was something that I knew how to do with my hands alone without thinking. Thankfully I had that or I would have never completed even the little work that we got. "Hey you awake?" Paul asked me while I turned with a droopy little nod of my head. "Good, let's go get a drink," he said, and I checked my watch to see that it was quitting time. The ladies of our job were talking about a bar themselves, everyone feeling like they needed a drink after this. I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure I guess I could go for a drink." I stood up, grabbing my coat and umbrella. It felt rather nice to feel the cool air outside. Rain still pattered down after me, my hands opening the umbrella so that I could enjoy the feeling of cool air without the rain soaking my body. We both walked, Ray's a rather enjoyable bar to go to after work. It was relatively clean, and the waitresses were very cute. I could swear they wore their blouses low just so we could see that lovely cleavage threaten to spill out. Paul lived by himself, so he looked at those breasts much more than I did. Don't get me wrong, I loved to look. But, I had my lovely girlfriend to keep me company. Paul was alone, so I guess I could understand why he was so into the girls. I ate a few chips and pretzels with my beer. To be honest I wish I could have remembered what Paul and I talked about. But, it passed by me. Both of us left before the sun set, my mind going on what I would make for dinner. After all I'd get home first, and she had the fridge full. I did know how to cook, and it'd be enjoyable to at least treat her. Water ran down the edges of my umbrella as I went home. March 20th: The rain had finally stopped, though there were still storm clouds that gave the world a slight haze. The lasagna I got from the cafeteria was kind of rubbery, but it wasn't terrible. I could stomach it while I was eating my food. "Birth rates have reached an all-time low since records have been kept in the early 20th century. At 31.5 births per 1,000 women the population dip we've seen over the past decade will begin to rise." The news was on the television, which I gave half an ear. After all I planned to have children, and so it might be a little difficult. All men knew that we weren't as fertile as our fathers had been. Probably something in the water prevented that. My eyes cast down on the lasagna I hadn't finished yet. Accusations filled my mind about the sorry state of it, and that it might be killing my sperms as I thought. No, I needed to think clearer. Not that it wasn't impossible; we weren't really going to worry about it. I ate my meal in silence, Paul looking at the news before he returned to an earlier conversation. His face lit up when he talked about it. I could see the look of exasperation cross his face when I didn't comment on his idea. But, to be honest I'd heard something similar before. His sigh was enough to make me shrug my shoulders. That just annoyed him more before he went to talk to a group of some of the office girls. That was a relief. Paul was nice, and I did enjoy some of our conversations. But, at times he could just be annoying. I finished my food rather quickly now that I didn't have to listen to someone else. It meant I still had about half an hour to kill. Being in the lunchroom with all its smells and loudness didn't appear to be the best choice at the moment. I decided to go back to the office, enjoying the silence of the hallway. The walls could really carry sound when there were a bunch of people there. But, with everyone at lunch it became silent. My footsteps resounded off the walls, my eyes able to see the fluorescent lights cast my pale shadow against the floor. It was rather creepy to be honest. I walked towards my cubicle, hearing papers shuffle from Erica's office. My eyes turned towards footsteps. "Oh it's you." She said, standing over my cubicle entrance. Her face was set into a rather annoyed expression, a little lock of crimson hair in front of her eyes. Her long fingers pushed that out of the way. "Do you know where these files went?" She asked me, almost throwing the paper in front of me. I looked at them, remembering that there had been a stack of files that got misplaced. We were trying to find them. "I have a pretty good idea. The mailing room probably has them." I said while she stared at me. I turned to look to see if I could find the files anytime soon. My phone was nearby, and I picked up the receiver. I had a cell phone, but decided it was best to use the company phones that were still jacked into the wall. I could hear the tapping of her heels on the floor while she waited impatiently for me to call. The phone clicked for a second, the extension being asked by the automated service when I heard her stop. My eyes moved over to look at her. I expected her to be glaring straight at me. Instead, Erica's eyes were big as saucers, a little blush appearing on her lips. Her breathing grew rather rapid with a strange expression on her lips. For a second she bit her lip, looking directly at me before gritting her teeth together. Her lovely painted lip plopped out of her mouth while she grabbed her stomach. "Are you alright?" I asked, hanging up the phone. All she gave me was a slight grunt, her body falling against the cubicle wall. I leaned forward to grab her, moving so that she could now fall into my seat. She was taking deep gasps of air while I wondered how to help. Her mouth was open while she looked at me. Her eyes closed tightly before she stopped moving. "Mmmmm." Erica's voice came in a slight moan, her hands pulling up her skirt quickly. I could see the pressed material trying to resist how she was bunching it. Not that it helped much while she revealed her pantied crotch. "Ma'am," I said with an incredulous shock. Like any man though, I didn't turn my eyes away. After all she was looking down at her crotch too. Her pussy was pushing the panties outward, her labia forcing the material to press firmly against her skin. I could see her vaginal lips grow rounder, pushing out the material. Her clit was engorged, growing thicker against the cotton. I could see it sliding its way upwards, forcing itself past the hood. Erica moaned, her hands moving to hook around her panties. I wanted to tell her to stop, and yet I was curious what might be happening. With a fluid motion, she slid her panties down around her creamy nylon covered thighs. Wetness pooled around the material, connecting her pussy to the soft cotton of the panties. Her clit was about the size of my middle finger now, pulsating with skin that was growing darker to match her skin tone. Her pussy appeared to be closing in front of me, the top hole having disappeared. Her insides were shutting, her labia now forming together while the skin pushed out. A little sliver appeared at the tip of her clit, forcing itself open with a little sigh from deep within her throat. The new pee slit was formed right at the tip of her growing clitoris, now firmly phallic shaped. I couldn't say anything while I saw her labia forming into what had to be a scrotum. The smooth skin rolled across while her clit was expanding; her now obvious cock sticking into the air. It pulsated against her stomach, growing thicker with every breath she took. Erica grabbed her stomach, grunting while she appeared to be trying to push something out. I could see the relief on her face when something fell into place. A few seconds passed when I realized it must be her new testicles falling into her new scrotum. Dripping with wetness, and pre- cum that oozed past her new genitals, Erica leaned back in the chair. It creaked, leaving me with a flabbergasted expression. Her breathing had gotten better, and I tried to think of what to say. My boss had just grown a rather impressive penis right in front of me. Her female genitals were completely gone, and in their place was an impressive dick that was bigger than mine. It made me feel a little embarrassed to admit. "I'll go get help." I was letting those sounds leak from my mouth. Erica nodded with a little shell shocked expression before I ran out of the office. This time I didn't notice that the hallway was long, almost bounding down the stairs three at a time. I went so fast that I almost tripped on the last step, stumbling right into the wall. When I entered the cafeteria I found that all the other men were shocked as well. Every women in the office, and they outnumbered men remember, were in heaps on the floor or against tables. Thick members were straining against skirts or panties, and each of them were soaking wet from the transformation. All of us tried to think of what we might do. Many of them seemed a little off, and we wanted to comfort them. Yet what would we be able to say. Our female employees had just grown cocks, the smallest which was 7 inches. The smallest girl in the department sported a foot long monster that made us blush to even look at. I knew it would be a long night. March 21st: It was well past midnight by the time I got home. Each of the girls at work had grown a cock. There wasn't a single woman who hadn't lost their pussies for a pair of testicles and a thick dick. It was something that was confusing us. Erica had made a speech once she got herself calmed about having become a victim herself. We'd been told that until there was news from the CDC we weren't going to leave. She'd made tons of phone calls, and we'd learned that this wasn't an isolated incident. They'd recommend we wait for a team to check us. And they'd found nothing. I'd lost so much sleep by now, and Erica gave us the next day off. It was something that I was trying to get my hands around. The door closed behind me, making my head spin. I felt rather exhausted from the situation. There were a few lights on inside, and I could hear a slight sound coming from the other room. Slowly I worked my way towards the living room. Sarah was leaning against one of the sofa arms. Her hands were digging into the material, her face obscured by her hair. I could hear the soft crying coming from her. She sobbed deep in her throat, her legs clasped close together. "Honey?" I said with a little whisper. She almost jumped, covering herself. I walked calmly to her, reaching so that I could gently pull the hair from her eyes. "Did you change to?" I asked while I moved to gently kiss her. She didn't pull away from me, though she did end it rather soon. "Changed to? There are others?" she asked me. Slowly I nodded, moving to sit next to her. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder so that she could lean and sob against me. "Yes, all the girls at work." Her eyes were wide, though soon it pooled together till she could sob into my shoulder. I wanted to protect her from this feeling. Yet my curiosity was rather large. I glanced down, waiting for her to move. It took a few minutes before she found that keeping her legs so tightly together wasn't the best thing for her new member. She opened her legs slightly to reveal the bulge in her shorts. It was rather thick; I could see the outline in her shorts. Gently I moved my hands to twirl around her olive skin. I consoled her until she had fallen asleep on me. With the utmost care I slid her down so that she could sleep against my lap. Turning on the news with subtitles and no sound allowed her to stay unconscious. They reported incidents like I had seen in the office and now at home all over the country. There were even stories from other places in the world where this was happening. More and more women were growing cocks, and there wasn't any explanation for it. Right now it seemed there would be no effect on men. But, how long would that last? March 24th: There is no such thing as a pussy anymore. The news has reported that worldwide all women have grown cock and balls. It's rather strange to say that or even think it. Sarah leaned against me while we kept up with the news. Both of us had been able to get a few days off. I'd seen Sarah's new member later on our first day. She'd had to bathe, and like normal I asked her for something while she was in the shower. It was a slightly darker color than her normal skin, the pulsating flesh about 9 inches when she had an erection. Her balls were thick, perfectly round with just a little wrinkle around the scrotum. Sarah's foreskin was slightly covering the tip, and she said she debated whether to get a circumcision or not. Eventually she decided natural was best. The most noticeable thing about her penis was how thick it was, it almost couldn't be covered by one of her hands. Yet with this new appendage she was still Sarah. Her breasts weren't any bigger or smaller, her face had stayed the same with no actual changes. Even her mannerisms were the same. I wondered if they were going to be alright. Quietly I watched her, her care of her new cock becoming rather normal. She cleaned it properly, pulling the foreskin back so she could clean underneath it. By the end of her third day I even noticed her masturbating her new appendage. Her soft little moans filled the room. Still I was not allowed to watch, at least with her knowing, and she didn't want me to touch it. The quick acceptance made me feel hopeful that she was going to be alright. I even got her to smile when I teased her about how much she'd cum, and that I found some on the shower walls. Maybe things will pull through, though what would this do for the birth index? April 1st: Finally we were going to go back to work. To be honest I had missed work. Spending such quality time with Sarah had felt rather nice. The others were feeling somewhat absent from my life. I needed them to be there. Paul would probably be the same joker that I remembered. My mind went back to Erica losing her vagina. That image would forever be a part of my life; the way her clitoris swelled, her pussy forming into her fat scrotum. It made me shiver. The office wasn't very full. Most of the employees were probably going to take one more day off in order to get their lives in order. I knew that most if not all of the female employees weren't going to be working today. That meant a huge backlog. And I wasn't someone to be left in the dust with that. Hell if I did well here I might actually have some leverage to get a raise. The cubicles were abandoned, though I noticed that Paul had set his jacket down. That was rather odd; I didn't remember him ever beating me to work. Maybe he'd gotten a little inspired by the situation. Though why girls with dicks inspired him was beyond me. Erica's door was open, making me certain that she'd gone to work. I left my stuff at my desk, moving towards the open door. Maybe they were discussing the backlog of patents that were going to need to be filed. That might be something that she would do. The first arrivals would probably get assigned the most work. The idea of a raise swam inside of my head. Sticking my head inside, I noticed that Erica was leaning back in her chair. Her hair cascaded down the back of the comfortable seat, her eyes shut. Paul was on his hands and knees, his mouth gently kissing the tip of her cock. Paul slid his tongue between her pee slit, forcing it open so that the little bubble of pre-cum oozed past her cock into his waiting mouth. Gently he slid his tongue down her shaft, moving to catch the fat testicles in his mouth. Slowly one slid into his mouth, the whole ball being firmly licked by his questing tongue. I wanted to turn away, yet couldn't take my eyes off them. His soft dirty blonde hair bobbed against her cock, his lips surrounding her thick mushroom cap. The effort of his tongue forced her foreskin back to reveal the whole of her penile tip. It leaked another blob of pre-cum that he quickly licked from her shaft. Paul moaned, Erica moving her hands to the back of his head. It was obvious he'd never done it before when he stopped. It was tickling the back of his throat, and Paul pulled back. Her hands forced him down again, his mouth moving up and down her cock. It was obvious she wasn't used to having her cock played with. Paul's mouth slid up and down her shaft, not going all the way, but the tip of her cock being teased by his throat. Soon Erica's cock twitched, her hips pushing upwards so that her whole length slid inside his throat. He gagged slightly, a little spittle reaching out while her balls emptied directly into him. For a second he struggled, but then stopped. It almost appeared like a pleasure was washing over him that couldn't be described. I quickly pulled back so that I wasn't seen. Rushing to my desk, I looked to see how many files I had been given. Paul wiped his mouth when he walked out of her office. I could see her fixing her skirt, walking outside with a satisfied smile on her face. My friend looked just as satisfied, as if he'd had the blowjob. I wish I could have yelled at him. But, if I found it so wrong or distressing then why was my erection so hard? The bulge in the front of my pants pulsated from what I had just seen. Nervously I tried to ignore it so that I could get back to work. April 7th: There were more of them. I'd been heading to the bathroom when I had heard the soft male and female tones coming from one of the bathrooms. Curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked through the door. Another one of my female co-workers was holding a male co-workers head while her thick shaft slid inside of his throat. Every day it appeared that more and more of my few male colleagues were sucking female dick. They weren't gay or anything. I knew that Paul never once thought about giving a male a blow job. "They are girl dicks." He said to me during lunch. "Besides it's what all girls have so it's going to be normal." Paul said with a little shrug. My head spun at how indifferent he was. It had only been a few weeks, and he treat having a cock in his mouth as normal. What might be worse was that more males were coming to his logic. Not that he was wrong. All girls had cocks now, rather big ones on average from what men had. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to think about having one in my mouth. Sarah was lovely, but her cock was something I let her play with rather than having it around my lips. I would like to think I was purely repulsed by it. But, the more I thought about that lovely dark shaft, the more warmth spread down my spine. No, I needed to hold firm. April 11th: Work was driving me insane. I'd seen the last holdout give into sucking one of the office girl's dicks. He'd looked like he enjoyed it despite his earlier statements that it had made him sick to his stomach. That made me the only one of the males who wasn't giving one of the girl's blowjobs. Paul seemed to instinctively give Erica her daily release. He would arrive early every morning to wrap his lips around her engorged member. The others were trading dicks like there was no real thought to it. I remembered walking into the lunchroom, every woman moaning while a man suckled her womanhood from under the table. They didn't even hide it anymore. My head hurt, the TV not giving me any relief. Rubbing my temples, I leaned back in the darkness. Soft footfalls moved against the carpet. One eye opened to see Sarah walking in her robe towards me. Slowly she moved a glass towards my hand. A little taste of the liquid proved that it was bourbon. I wasn't sure why she was giving it to me. "Are you alright?" She asked while I guzzled it down. The alcohol at least made the throbbing in my head go away for now. It would pay me back in the morning. "No I'm not," I said with an angry growl that came deep from my chest. Sarah just smiled, reaching for a bottle to fill my glass. The ice hadn't melted yet, and it quickly cooled the liquid while I took another drink. "Why doesn't my baby feel good?" Her voice was almost mocking, and yet it didn't bother me that much. After all I was angrier at the situation. The drink in my hand emptied rather fast. I was probably taking the drink a little too quickly while I took another refill. She'd put more ice in it from a tray she had nearby. How much had she carried in here? "Because they are just treating this like it's normal. Every day they give the girl's blowjobs in their cubicles. At lunch they suck their dicks before they even get their food. Then before we go they suckle the shafts to get them on their way home. It's sick," I said with flare, my room spinning lightly. A bigger glass of water followed, my throat bobbing while I gulped it down. It was followed by another drink. "Well girls like having cocks now. They feel rather nice, and we have those wonderful repeat orgasms, unlike you boys. So we need our balls emptied. Is it so bad that boys like to empty girl's balls?" she asked. I looked at her disbelieving. Sarah replaced my glass, moving the alcohol into my hand while she stood up. Unlacing the strap on her robe she revealed what was underneath. Sarah's lovely body was framed for me. Her breasts were pushed up by the lovely red and black bra. It separated them so that they appeared even lovelier. Her panties supported her ass, holding it tightly together so that it spread outwards. Long nylons covered her legs, making her calves appear round and lovely. Yet her panties looked strange. They were normal in back, moving towards her front. They opened slightly in front to hold her balls right at the edge of the material comfortably. The front let her cock slide through a hole, which held a little soft sock in front that covered her shaft. It was rather big, and it was obvious you had to go by size for them. A soft little pink bow was in front. "See isn't my penis lovely in these?" she asked me. I blushed, feeling that warmth spread through my body again. "It is rather lovely," I said with a little slur, a drink of water taking the alcohol from my mouth. I made sure to swish it around to get rid of it. Slowly she unhooked the little straps over her cock sock. It slid past her member to reveal the pulsating shaft. A little pre-cum bubbled from her pee slit, opening the little hole. Her finger gently trailed across the tip, pulling it upwards so that she could lick it off her tongue. Sarah's long fingers trailed across her pink tongue. Her lithe form moved downward to push my face upwards. Sarah's lips encased mine, her tongue dancing around my lips until I opened my mouth. I could taste the slight salty sweet texture of the pre-cum against her tongue. The warmth spread from our kiss all the way down my spine. I could feel my cock pulsating inside of my pants, forcing itself past the little slit in front of my boxers. Removing herself from our kiss, Sarah slid so that she could lift herself onto her feet. I looked up at her, and that gently twitching cock in front. I felt my hands shake, grabbing against her cock. It felt warm to the touch, the smooth skin crinkling around my fingers. I lifted it to my mouth, covering the tip with my lips. My tongue slid out to gently lap at her pre-cum that oozed from the tip. It tasted rather nice. I felt that same warm rush run down my spine. So this was why the other men had given in. The pre-cum tasted rather nice, and the feeling of her shaft inside of my mouth felt amazing. My attention to detail wasn't the same as Paul's though. With impatience Sarah grabbed my head, forcing me down her shaft. I felt the tip reach to the back of my throat. I gagged, trying to pull back. With each movement she'd force me down again. Each thrust of my head moved that lovely shaft deep inside of my throat. It felt rather nice, my head getting light while I thrust myself down her shaft over and over again. Soon she gripped my hair, keeping her cock deep inside. Her cock erupted; thick globs of semen suddenly spurting down my throat. I pulled back, more of her cum getting onto my tongue while my throat worked to get each gush of it into my stomach. My eyes glazed, the warmth spreading throughout my body making me feel like I had cum myself. It was such a rush, the back of my neck tingling from the sensation. Sarah tried to pull back, but I found that I didn't want to. This time I made sure to gently lick across her shaft. Little pockets of cum had remained inside of her foreskin, and I made sure to gently massage the skin apart to get each little drop. The second time I hadn't had time to get my mouth over her shaft, and it erupted against the side of my face. I could see each pulsating jerk of her cock while her cum hit me. Thankfully I'd shut my eyes before, though I noticed how white and creamy my love's sperm was. I ran my fingers across my face to get every little drop, my fingers sucked dry of her cum. I had been such a fool for putting this lovely bonding aside. April 24th: Her taste remained on my tongue. We'd gotten into a habit of saying goodbye to each other with my mouth over her pulsating shaft. Sarah loved to feel my lips on her engorged penis. It made me feel like I could fly with pleasure when I felt her raging erection inside of my throat. In a few weeks' time I was getting so that I could take it deep inside of my throat without gagging. My eyes wandered the bus. I'd gotten a few engine troubles when I returned home a few days ago. I'd taken it to the shop so that I could get a little work done on it. Now I had to take public transportation. There were so many women on board the bus that day. I could see that they didn't mind that there was a set of two schoolgirls in a compromising position. Their cocks were raging inside of their panties. The new styles of panties for girls were becoming popular. These girls had their cocks out, the little socks lying connected to the soft material of their panties. A school boy was gently massaging his lips over their engorged members. I felt a little dryness slowly growing in my throat. He could only properly suck one of their dicks. Since no one else seemed to be moving, I carefully walked over. The bus moved, and I had to be careful. Without any ceremony I just smiled at them before I got onto my hands and knees. It felt rather nice, my hips moving so I could get into a sitting position. The unattended girl's cock was so smooth, the head glistening from the pre-cum that had oozed past the tip. I gently gripped it in my hands. A little flourish of my wrist made her cock gently glide inside of my hands. She moaned, her breasts heaving while her partner gently rubbed the boy's hair while he took her entire length down his throat. Slowly I moved my hands to softly turn around her mushroom cap. Soft wetness oozed past my fingers while I gently flicked her testicles with my tongue. It jiggled against my tongue, my mouth moving to taste her lovely orbs. They were heavy with sperm, what I liked to feel while I massaged the smooth flesh inside of my mouth. Some of her pre had gotten on her balls, and I moved to the other with a little string of my saliva and her wetness connecting us while I moved to the other ball. I cupped it in my mouth, flicking my thumb against her tip. She moaned, her skirt pulling back while I licked up the base of her shaft. The other girl was spasming, her cock expelling its lovely cream into the waiting schoolboy's mouth. I could see that glazed expression when he felt the rush of her fluids inside of him. I smiled, slowly engulfing her shaft. It wasn't as big as Sarah's. So that made it easier to take it all the way to the base. I felt my lips touch the little patch of hair she had above her crotch. I moved quickly, knowing my stop couldn't be far away. I felt her twitch, the lack of control making me smile before I pulled back just enough to feel that lovely cream hit my tongue. A rush ran through my body, tingling all across my skin. It sent little rushes of pleasure on each inch of my skin. I licked every drop off her cock, moving to stand up before I had to run out. Both of the girls waved to me before I left in a rush. Having to ride the bus meant more planning then when I had a car. To be honest I had never really gotten to work this early. It felt rather strange to see the hallway darken in front of me. I had memorized the area though, so it wasn't too hard to find my way. The office was dark, my cubicle computer the only thing lighting the area. I sat down with a slight creak when the lights came on. "So you are first," Erica said with a little smile while she walked into the room. I could see her skirt bounce, her erection proudly bobbing inside of her new panties. It made my eyes water, my tongue feeling dry despite the load I had just swallowed; tingling on the back of my neck passed while she came over. With no explanation she yanked her skirt up, her erection already out of its sock. I quickly engulfed that shaft in my mouth, feeling it throb inside while she forced it all the way back. Erica was slightly longer than Sarah was, and I could feel how far it forced its way down my throat. She didn't seem to be anything, but professional. She spewed her cum right down my throat without a single word of thanks before putting her skirt back down. It seemed so normal. Women loved to have men suck their cocks. And men loved the taste. I certainly loved to feel a thick female shaft down my throat. The rush one felt with that thick cum down your throat and on your tongue was better than any sex I had before. The afterglow lasted longer, and to be honest I am not sure I did any work that day. June 1st: Someone might call this an addiction now. Sarah had invited me to take advantage of a few coupons that she had won during a phone in to a radio show. They were at a rather fancy restaurant that we both got dressed up for. The whole place had a very special air, and the waitress was dressed in better clothes than I went to work with. It was really nice. We talked about what we wanted, though the discussion of children seems to have been taken from everyone's discussion table. It wasn't long after we ordered our drinks that I found myself with Sarah's lovely brown member inside of my mouth. She loved it, the waitress not saying a word while I guzzled down more of her lovely thick jizz. I hate to admit to myself, but I didn't even feel hungry after I had gulped down her lovely milk. Yet the waitress herself offered us half off if I suckled her throbbing shaft. That lovely pink tip was cute, and I felt her pull my hair when she came. It felt rather nice. This raised a few questions though. Had I become addicted to cum? I couldn't stop myself when I saw a lovely female cock. I had to suckle it unless another man had his lips on it. We don't fight because of the range of cocks. Yet I found myself fantasizing and dreaming about them often. Maybe I was just imagining things, the discussion of female dicks was normal. Men were discussing it around the water cooler half the time. Our other discussions were always the same after that, though women's breasts did get mentioned from time to time. June 7th: Waking up later in the day during the weekend felt amazing. Normally I tried to stay up late enough to catch some good television. That meant less time for me to sleep. Yet I found that on my days off I can at least sleep in late. Leaning against the sink I thought about my own dick. To be honest I haven't given it much thought since Sarah has made me worship her thick shaft. It always took up most of my sexual thinking. When I thought about it though, I hadn't really gotten any erections for a month or so. It used to be that I would get a chubby when I woke up in the morning. Whether or not I had to pee or not, my cock would be raging. Since I had been suckling on that lovely piece of meat between Sarah's legs I hadn't really had an erection. To be honest I should have been terrified about what that might mean. After all we men should have noticed that the earlier excitement that we got with thick hardness between our legs hadn't been experienced since a few days after we started to suck girl dick. But, we didn't panic. There was a strange calm that took a hold over us. Instead, we simply tried to think of the strange tightness around our testicles. It felt strange, and no matter how much I rubbed my balls it wouldn't go away. Well there wasn't anything to be concerned about. July 1st: Sarah can be so demanding. She heldmy head firmly to her cock so that I got every single drop of her girl batter. It's rather annoying when I can feel my throat unable to cope. If I didn't suck every drop of her cock when she fell asleep, she could strangle me with the amount of cum that rises from her. I felt a little used when she did it. Not that I said anything to her. Instead, I let myself get lost in the lovely feeling of my post-coital rush. It felt amazing when your entire body is on fire. Sarah leaned down to give my cheek a little kiss. "Such a lovely little boy." Her chuckle made me blush, and I tried to refute her statement. I couldn't say anything bad to her though, or she'd masturbate to get that out without letting me taste a drop. I would shrivel and die if I didn't get my daily rations of her lovely sperm. She closed the door behind her before I got ready with my gym bag. The guys were going to be having a little exercise meet. After all we felt a little fat, and we needed to tone our bodies. The girls wouldn't like us if we were some lazy couch potatoes. I got my stuff together before I locked the door. Thankfully the corporate gym wasn't too far from where I lived. The walk would be rather nice, a cool breeze crossing my face while I entered into the gym. "Welcome," I heard the lovely girl from the front desk greet me. My eyes wandered to her crotch, feeling disappointment at her flaccid bulge. It made me feel like I had been robbed of the chance for more lovely sperm. There weren't any real lines for the treadmills. I could see some men weight lifting, while others were trying to get themselves in shape. My feet slid onto the treadmill, headphones sliding into my ears while I tuned to the latest station. One of my favorite shows was on, so I made sure to turn the volume up while I set the treadmill to a brisk walk. There would be no need to go running until later. The show was rather predictable this time. Maybe I'd seen it before without thinking. Or maybe it was just getting to a terrible later season. When another show came on, I switched to the networks with songs. With heavy rock in my ears, I got the machine to a steady run. It felt rather exhilarating to feel my body tensing with every movement of my legs. Sweat beaded across my forehead while I ran faster and faster. Soon I was sprinting forward against the moving platform of the treadmill. When I gasped for air, I made sure to slow the treadmill down to a slow walk. I didn't want to stop, the sensation of moving remained when you suddenly stopped. Instead, I preferred to slow down until I stopped. Catching my breath, I grabbed my bag next to me in order to get to the showers. Paul wasn't there, probably having a little fun with Erica. Well if he dated the boss I'd be fine as long as he didn't use it against me. Stuffing my bag inside, I started to strip. Other men were stripping in front of me, my eyes wandering to them. Their shapes weren't that different. Muscle bound men, men trying to lose weight, or those trying to tone themselves. All of them would have been normal before. Even a few younger boys were there. While those young boys might get away with the penis's I saw now, the grown men didn't. At first I thought the stubby member the man in front of me sported was just unusual. Yet, my eyes wandered to each man's crotch. I kept notice in my mind; each man's dick was flaccid. I didn't see a single erection in the entire group. That left the fact that I could measure their cocks at 3 inches long maximum made me nervous. One man from the office, a rather muscle bound young man with a dick that had been almost a foot was standing talking to another man. His 3 inch dick looked like a turtle trying to hide itself within its shell. I would think it was the cold, but his once fat testicles were now small little acorns sitting almost painfully close to his crotch. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I'd been so enthralled by my lover that I hadn't even considered. After all I made so many assumptions. Now with my body temperature up, I slowly slid my underwear down. Little folds of foreskin covered the tiny little tip. My cock was only about 2 inches long, thinner than I remembered by half. It was tiny compared to the normal size. I tried to think of a dozen different things, ignoring the men here. No erection came, the sad little flaccid member sticking close to my body. The idea that we were changing like the women made me panic slightly. I didn't want a tiny cock. Not that I could do anything about it. At that time the average female cock was 8 inches, thick and with large testicles that allowed them to cum multiple times. An average male cock was a paltry 3 inches, incapable of getting an erection even under direct prostate massage. That cold feeling on my spine remained. July 4th: The holiday season was not a joyous time for me. My cock had shriveled. More men were noticing this predicament. Despite this, I couldn't help suckling on my lovely Sarah's cock. It was getting extreme. The threat that her semen might be reducing my manhood didn't cross my mind. I wanted to avoid having any other cock in my mouth. Sarah didn't mind that, cumming inside of my throat probably 5 times that day. The warmth spread through my body like liquid pleasure. Even thinking about my poor male remains didn't make me change my habits. July 17th: Showers felt really nice. To be honest I hadn't really been giving myself enough enjoyment. Once I had discovered what had been happening to men it had ruined my nerves. I worried about what every single droplet of cum would do to my body. Looking in the mirror of the shower, I noticed that my little cock didn't appear to be getting any better. It remained the same 2 inches it had been before. My skin felt smoother too, my entire body having lost most of its hair. It can be disturbing to feel that smooth sensitive skin. Every movement of my suits carried strange sensations, my body trying to rebel against the rather annoying sensation they left on my skin. While that can be weird enough, I had noticed that the room looked a little bigger. Muscle definition was being lost to us, and I noticed that some of the more muscular men were at the same size that I once was. Those like Paul and me are even smaller, with all muscles having disappeared into what I guess could be called baby fat. Where it would all end confused me. August 20th: Things had gotten bad enough that I had to buy new clothes. The waist band of my underwear was starting to slide down my body, and my pants were like two heavy weights that tried to drag them to the ground. Even my shoes were too big, and I had to dress in a suit that I am sure would have fit me in high school. The materials were different though. Rough cotton would have been fine before, but now I found that those materials caused rashes on my skin. My hairless skin could be rubbed harshly by the cottons and wools that made up my old clothing drawer. Now it was necessary to make sure to use synthetics or silks so that I don't have to constantly feel the itching sensation. Other guys were in the same boat. So I didn't feel alone. Each of us had those rather strange colored silk shirts. Ties were something we were slowly phasing out of our closet. I didn't really miss it in the least. The noose was something I had always considered unnecessary. We were getting used to the new clothes rather easily now. There were comfortable even if the change in sizes proved that we were getting smaller. Men didn't go to the doctors to learn that they were almost a 3rd of a foot shorter than they had been before. Erica and Sarah were now taller than me, and I knew I had been a little taller than them before. Being early to the office had become a habit. It was a good habit to have, so I kept it up; though maybe I was making it a part of my routine because I was curious. Erica had been receiving her morning orgasm from Paul on a regular basis. Perhaps once a week, I was able to enjoy the feeling of her lovely thick sperm in my mouth. But, he was the one who almost religiously sucked her cock to completion. I hoped that I could be able to taste her, my mind wandering to that lovely twitching crimson haired cock. Silently I snuck up to the office. The door was slightly cracked when I peeked in. Paul was already there. His smooth body was leaning against the desk, his shape having taken a more hourglass form. I could see how his body tapered around his waist until his hips jutted outward. His dirty blonde hair had grown slightly, pooling around the back of his neck. His pants were down around his ankles, his tiny little 1 inch cock soft against his tiny balls. His shirt was open, his stomach revealed while he breathed in a short little gasps. "Shhh honey, it's going to be alright. I promise." Erica said in soothing tones, her hand gently massaging against his stomach. Erica's other hand was gently massaging oil around her engorged member. From my angle, I could just see the little wet spot around his anus where she'd applied oil earlier. Little bits of the oil were dripping from her erect member, her fingers gently spreading his ass apart. The crimson haired beauty gently pressed her cock against his anus, applying pressure. Her fingers kept teasing his belly while she added even more pressure. Her foreskin rolled back, the mushroom cap of her penis pulling backwards. Paul gasped, her penis gently pushing into his warm hole. She kissed the back of his neck, rubbing his belly with gentle little pulls of her finger. Her voice was so comforting, like she was talking a young virgin into her first time. Though it was obviously Paul's first time being penetrated like this. "Does it feel alright? Can I go in further?" She asked, Paul blushing while he slowly nodded his head. With a little kiss against the back of his neck, she slid even further. He didn't resist, trying his best to relax while she pushed each wonderful inch of her cock inside of him. Soon her balls bounced against his soft ass. Paul shook, trying to concentrate with a female cock inside of him. His little member didn't even react, though it did dribble a little clear fluid down around his thighs. "OOH look how wet my darling is." Erica giggled while she pulled a little of her wetness onto her finger to taste. He blushed even redder, my eyes wide while she moved herself back. Each inch of her cock slid out of him, glistening in the light of the office. His fingers dug into the desk, the wood becoming cloudy with the sweat of his palms. In a few seconds only the tip was inside of him. With the same speed she slid inside of him again, keeping a slow pace. Paul let out a feminine moan, his hips pushing back to meet her thrusts. It was a rhythmic little pistoning motion. Erica gently massaged his stomach while her other hand twirled around the tiny little head of his penis. He gasped, his body tensing slightly around her member. Little droplets of clear fluid left his member while she sped up. He'd been milking her shaft, his orgasm internal while she was thrusting even faster. Soon I could hear the sound of her hips smacking against his back. Her balls swung with each thrust, her breathing ragged while she thrust deep inside. I could see her nose twitch, her balls emptying into his body. Yet she didn't stop, letting herself be milked by his tensing ass. I had to pull myself away, my mind wandering to Sarah. Would she want to thrust herself into me like that? It made it very distracting for the rest of the day. My mind swam with Sarah taking me that night, anticipation filling my mind. Work dragged on like a knife blade. Every time that I tried to concentrate on my work, I instantly went to that image. I knew that down below I was like Paul. My own tiny cock wouldn't give me any pleasure. So why shouldn't Sarah take me like that. It made the edge of my spine tingle so much that I thought I was going to go insane. Thankfully work finally ended. On my way home I joined a line of men who were getting the same thing I was. The shelf with the sexual oils was almost empty. Not even thinking, I got an extra slick tube so that my first time wouldn't be too difficult. My heart pounded inside of my chest with every step I took to my front door. The bag weighed heavily on my mind. Sarah had gotten us something to eat from one of the stores next door. I put the bag down in the living room without even thinking. We were silent while I ate, not even wanting to look at her at that moment. What if she refused? That would tear me apart at the moment. Quietly she left the table to let me finish my meal. When I walked into the living room, Sarah was holding up the tube in her hand. "So you want to try this out too huh?" Her smile was rather wide. "Well I did catch Erica and Paul in the office. It looked....really nice," I said with a little blush. "Oh my little lover boy wants me to take him from behind?" she asked with a big grin. When I nodded, she patted the seat next to her. "Well then take off your pants, and spread your legs." I did as direct, almost tearing my underwear off in order to get my pants down. I'd forgotten to take of my shoes, which made it a little difficult to get my underwear off. Thankfully I was able to slide them off before I got into position. There I was, with my legs spread apart in my hands to reveal my little cock. It lay lazily against my groin. The little peas that were my testicles felt slightly tight against my scrotum, my smooth thighs rather pale against the light from the kitchen. Leather from the sofa made my ass slide slightly. Sarah ran her finger around my anus, making it tense while she twirled around the hole. I leaned my head back against a pillow so that she could concentrate. She uncapped the tube, letting a little oil drip onto her fingers. It was thick and viscous, her fingers rubbing it together. Slowly she ran it around my little hole. Her finger pressed against my anus. It felt warm, my body trying to force it back. With added pressure, I felt her finger slide into my body. It felt warm and slimy, the sensation rebelling inside of my stomach. That didn't make her stop, her finger rolling past one knuckle then the other. Soon her entire index finger had slid inside of me. Breathing became rather difficult, my face flushing while she twisted her finger around inside of me. I knew she was massaging a special sensitive location inside me. Soon she massaged another finger into the goop. Her middle finger joined her pointer, sliding inside of me then out. Warmth spread up my spine, a little sensation running into my stomach. It felt completely new to me, no pressure was building inside of my balls. Instead, a steady little stream of wetness dribbled past my pee slit. I let out a little moan, my eyes watering from the slight little pain. That didn't last long. My moans grew louder, my back arching while she slid her fingers inside of me. Thrusting them into my body, I found my hips forcing against her fingers; the oil allowing them to glide back and forth. That warmth inside of me was growing worse, reaching to every single fiber of my body from fingers to toes. Then she slid them out, giggling a little bit. "W...why?" I asked with tears in my eyes. I learned very quickly why, her hand reaching for the tube. It squirted the oil onto her erect cock. Little oozing droplets of pre-cum were pushing past her tip onto her shaft. The oil mixed with them, sliding down the thick dark member. Her hand wrapped around, gently jerking across the shaft so that every inch of skin was properly covered. "Are you ready? I would never want my darling boyfriend hurt by this." Her smile was sweet. "I love you," I said to her, making her smile. "I love you too," she said, leaning forward to press her cock against my anus. A rush ran up my spine to the back of my neck. It made me shake slightly, the top of my shirt rising from my nipples engorging. Without much thought, she slid herself deeper into my body. The tip of her penis folded before it slid inside. Unlike Erica she didn't ask me if I was ready after the tip. The first sense of fullness was followed by a painful jolt when she slid the entire length of her thick cock inside of me. I gasped; shocked that she went so fast. Her fat cock was spreading me apart, my body trembling. She pressed her breasts against me. Those lovely round nipples pushed against my own. Sarah's lips pushed against mine into a kiss while she held my thighs. Her hips thrust, her cock sliding in and out of my body. It felt wonderful, that strange sensation of warmth that started in my belly growing stronger. Soon I felt my back arch. A loud moan passed my lips while my body crashed. It felt like every single point of flesh on me was experiencing pleasure. My anus tensed around her dick, trying to milk it in fluttering motions. It slowed her down, but soon she was thrusting inside of me with wild abandon. Her hips slapped against mine, her balls swinging back and forth. Her cock slid over and over again, dragging out my new orgasm with every motion. I bit my lip, feeling her twitch over me. Warmth spread into my backside, forcing deep inside of me. Her cock was spasming, sending thick ropes of semen deep inside. This was even better than using my mouth. We were actually having full sex now. Sarah didn't want to stop. Three more times she expelled her seed into my body. It filled me with desire, and by the end I barely even knew what my name was. We both panted for air, entwined together in lovely coupling. Only a little sperm actually leaked out of me. By the time Sarah left I didn't have any to get rid of. That just meant I kept her love inside of me more. September 3rd: They were sitting on a little clump of trees in the distance. Light blue manes covered their hair, their tails swatting at flies. I couldn't come closer or it might scare them. After all the lovely white of their bodies was enough to drive my breath away. That image was taken from me when I felt something hard sliding inside of me. My eyes shot open, leaning forward a little bit. Sarah had made sure to lubricate herself before she slid inside. It was a bad habit now that we were having actual sex. I sighed a little bit, not having gotten warmed up like last night. "You are so lustful." I complained. Her hands moved to gently rub against my little belly. "How can I be anything other than lustful around my cute little boyfriend?" she said with a little giggle. My eyes wandered down to her hand. It hadn't changed, yet it was much bigger than my hands. A few freckles were starting to form around my chest and cheeks. I'd let my hair grow some, though it was just to the back of my neck. That style was becoming popular with guys. A little lock of light red hair got in front of my eyes. I didn't mind though, the slick motion of her cock making me warm to her touch. That movement of her hand against my stomach driving me to soon under her touch. Without much time passing, I was thrusting my hips back against her. My insides were forced apart by her engorged member. I moaned, her hands gripping my soft flesh against her. Turning my head, I bit into the pillow next to us. This was becoming routine. I woke up with about half a chance of being taken from behind. There was tightness in my balls this time. I rarely paid attention to them anymore. With how tiny male cocks were now, we had to sit to pee. So that meant we didn't pay attention to what were barely functional orbs underneath those small little tubes. The tightness wouldn't go away though, and it was removing some of the pleasure I felt at that moment. I grunted, trying to gently rub my testicles with my fingers. That did feel better, and it wasn't long before I was moaning again. Rubbing began to force me to add pressure. It needed more pressure with every penetration of her cock. I pushed my fingers, feeling my testicles suddenly rise into my body. "Wa...wait stop," I demanded. Sarah ignored me until I clasped my ass together, forcing her to stay deep inside. "What?" She complained, looking annoyed at me. "Feel this," I ordered her, moving her hand from my belly towards my crotch. Her fingers slowly did what I asked. They glided across the remains of my scrotum. There were not testicles residing there. The flesh was just loose. Then without any warning the skin slid upwards, becoming tighter until it was laying right against the skin. It'd tightened in seconds underneath her hand. She gasped, her hand pulling back to take a look. Both of us looked; where my scrotum had been, remained a smooth bit of flesh that had attached to the rest of the skin. Only the miniscule little 1 incher remained of what had been male genitals. "Oh my," we both said together. September 7th: Milk poured down my throat while I sat cross legged on the couch. To be honest I find some of Sarah's old stuff fits me better. Milk has also become rather enjoyable to drink despite my earlier distaste for it. "Female semen is filled with estrogen and certain blockers. It's unknown what addictive qualities it might have, but it's very unlikely anyone who may have had it can turn away. And the damage done would be irreversible." The news had a diagram of a male body going through different stages of female cum. It was easy to notice what had been happening to everyone at the office. There were projections about what might happen to a male in the future. "Any male whose testicles have atrophied, and retracted into the body will now have extreme testosterone drop. We're not sure what that might end with. But, we are certain to see large amounts of breast growth among males in the near future." I took the last gulp of milk, looking at the t-shirt I'd borrowed from Sarah. It draped over my lithe little figure. Pulling down the collar of the t-shirt, I looked down at my chest. Freckles smothered around my soft pale skin. Bright pink nipples pushed out into the air, looking like they were expanding outward. Normal male nipples weren't the size of a quarter dollar. While continuing to listen to the news, I gently rubbed around the areola of my nipples. There was a slight tender lump underneath that felt malleable, but firm. So without balls I was going to grow breasts. That didn't really bother me that much now. In the beginning I would have screamed at myself for such thoughts. I was a traitor to my old self, yet I didn't muster any of that inside of my mind. Sliding my legs over the sofa, I walked to the kitchen to get another glass of milk. September 19th: Teenage girls would have envied us. The little lump that had shown me the future of my chest would expand in a week. Sarah had looked in shock when I awoke to find that in a few short days my breasts were already an A cup. We prepared to actually go shopping for some bras until I heard Erica telling Paul that they were going to wait until he had completed growing. The guys were so happy with how our chests expanded. In another week B cups were filling the office place. We would rush to the bathroom to compare our chests. It was almost like we used to try and compare cocks. With those being useless, now we were trying to see the different shapes and forms. My own breasts were taking the shape of round apples. They were perky, covered in freckles, and topped with bright pink nipples that extended whenever I thought of Sarah. Paul's were more rounded at the bottom, taking an oval shape that made them appear to curl upwards. His nipples were dark red, almost the color of blood. Each of us giggled like school girls, sounding more like them the longer time passed. I'd noticed when I moaned that I had a higher timber. Now I was a whole octave higher, with the rest of my co-workers the same. Our hips were wider, and our asses softer. It made sex with our girlfriends easier. All the guys were dating girls at the office except me. Paul was at the top considering he was the boyfriend of Erica. They'd both come out with it. There was nervousness that we might stop there, everyone happy when all males chest expanded into a C cup. I had to wear a second shirt underneath my regular one so that I had some support. They were heavy, all guys trying to support their chests. Girls at work were always groping them when they passed, making us squeal in our new higher voices. By now our faces looked beyond girlish, none of us having had to shave in a long while. I thought I looked a little like my mother to be totally honest. Most of the guys stopped at C cups, getting bras the next week. The only ones in the office to continue were Paul and I. I stood proudly, my hands on my hips while my D cups weighed against my chest. That didn't last long before I forced my arms underneath to support them. Thick bright pink and inch long nipples conned around my chest. Paul hadn't shown off like I did, just shaking his head. By now he'd gotten a bra in order to support them no matter how big they got. I wish I had thought beforehand like that. We stood in the men's bathroom, naked as we compared forms. It was somewhat like a project. When we were done, I slid my panties over my soft legs. Boxers were becoming something that women wore when they slept. Men wore panties, our soft little cocks didn't get in the way, and they felt comfortable around our round butts. Men accepted their new forms, soon panties and bras were under every single male's clothing. It became a normal part of menswear. Women wore the special C panties that allowed their penis's to fill the material. It didn't take long for blouses and skirts to join menswear. By the start of October I was wearing a lacey bra and panty set that allowed me to feel comfortable. White blouses with the first two buttons open to allow the girls to see our lovely cleavage was something that we learned to enjoy. Pants became somewhat out of style. Women were wearing skirts to show off their packages, and men found them more comfortable. Pants were something one wore around the house. I really hoped someone didn't forget how to make slacks. When it came to our hair, we kept it somewhat short with back of the neck styles becoming popular. All of us avoided any make-up, which was something women still enjoyed; I did wear lipstick though because Sarah liked to see me with it on when I went down on her. October 31st: Whoever came up with the idea for corsets didn't like women. The feel of them pushing your breasts up can be one of the biggest impediments to being able to breath. The cape draped over my shoulders, pushing up my hair. A dark red and black corset pressed my waist closer together, and forced my breasts upwards. Little bits of black lace circled around the edges of my top, long buckles moving to my panties. There was barely a line from the last defining organ that stated what a male used to be. I could feel the long nylons that reached down across my creamy thighs, and putting the fake fangs against my two canines made me feel a little silly. Selling my slutty vampire boy wasn't that easy. My light skin fit, but that r