All In the Name of Science

       

            "Ugh! What is taking that dweeb so long?!" Asked the tallest girl, angrily. "He should have been here with our ride by now!"

            The "dweeb" in question was once their close friend, for all three of these leggy ladies were once male. Each were scientists in the field of chemistry, well off financially, and unsuccessful romantically. All those brains and money and nobody to share it with. They were determined to break their losing streak by any means necessary. It was then when one suggested that they study the hormone, estrogen, to understand the fairer sex better. What could go wrong?

            First, one of them smuggled some estrogen into the basement lab of another. They managed to grab five bottles of estradiol and stuffed it in a beige sack. Nobody was the wiser. Next, the bottles were connected to some long, twisted tubes and emptied into a big, round beaker. Then, additional, miscellaneous chemicals were added to amplify the effects of the estradiol. The machines connected would tell them how much total estradiol was in the beaker, how much the other chemicals would affect the estradiol, and how it would affect the common male if ingested. Unfortunately, none of the four knew just how severely the estradiol would affect them. Then, the estradiol was emptied into four separate vials, one for each of the scientists.

            "Once we've ingested this estradiol and become women, we'll have a better understanding of them." Said one scientist.

            "And once we've changed back into men, we'll have retained the knowledge we've gained as women and use it to further our love lives." Added a second.

            "All in the name of science." A third man concluded.

            The fourth man was understandably hesitant. "But what if we don't change back? What if we inadvertently alter our DNA permanently? What if we do irreparable damage to our--"

            "What if? What if? What if?" The first scientist interrupted. "Nothing was ever achieved with what ifs, man."

            "Just the same, I would like to wait until I see the end results before I try this vial." The fourth man said.

            "Perhaps it would be better if only one of us ingested the estradiol before the rest of us followed suit." The second man concurred. "But who will be the man to do it?"

            "I say it should be the man with the least to lose." The third man suggested.

            All of his peers turned to him as he uttered those words. They believed he had the least to lose. He didn't have much of a home to live in, with a tiny kitchen, living room, and only one bedroom. So, they were all in agreement: He would be the man to drink the estradiol. Just like common peer pressure, the third man felt prodded by his fellow men of science into ingesting some hormone. He hastily swallowed the whole vial in one gulp while they looked on. They waited, and waited, and waited, but nothing happened. It seemed their experiment was a failure and a waste of time.

            The group was preparing to disband for the night when a loud THUD was heard. Three of the scientists rushed to kitchen to find their comrade on the floor in pain. He was groaning in agony, curled up in a fetal position as the other scientists stood by helplessly. Then came the unimaginable: His hair started growing supernaturally fast. The crewcut he had was immediately replaced by long, silky, blonde locks. Some *pop-pop* sounds were heard coming from his back. It had to be his spine compressing, making him shorter in height. One man noticed the hair on his legs vanishing, followed by his legs lengthening. He finally looked up and said, "What--What's...happening?!"

            None of them could answer, even though they already had a good idea: The serum's effects were amplifying his estrogen levels, giving him more feminine qualities. He then turned onto his back and thrusted his stomach outward, and as he did, mounds began forming on his chest. They grew until reaching B-cup size. As his breasts finished forming, his waist began caving in on itself. His thighs, which were like tree trunks, slowly shrank in width while also stretching out in length. The scream that came out of his mouth sounded more like a girl's than a grown man's as his hips creaked outward, one *crack* after another. Another man noticed something squirming in the changing man's pants. It was clearly his manhood shrinking into oblivion. The last of his--rather, her--changes came when her face reshaped itself. One more scream was emitted as her jawline shifted and her cheekbones enlarged. As the pain subsided, she passed out.

            At last, it was over. The men stood, dumbfounded at what they had just witnessed. One of their own has just turned into a young girl, seemingly old enough to be in college. The clothes on her were far too big for someone of her stature. Upon being helped up, the pants fell down to her feet. The shirt sleeves swallowed her hands completely, and her hair was a disheveled mess. Two of the remaining men carried their unconscious associate to a couch. They were in for a long wait. As a result of this unforeseen event, the three agreed to spend the night together.

            The next morning, they gathered around the girl that lay where they left her, the girl that was once one of them. She groaned loud enough for them to hear, confirming that she was coming to. One man finally gathered the courage to ask, "Hey, how do you feel?"

            The transformed scientist didn't respond. It wasn't until she slowly opened her eyes that the others reacted, but when she noticed three men staring down at her, she screamed her head off. It wasn't the reaction they hoped for. She jumped off the couch and ran to the nearest corner like a scared cat. Something had gone wrong; She wasn't behaving like the scientist she was yesterday, and she appeared not to recognize the men she once worked with.

            "Who--who are you people?!" She asked. That question confirmed it: She seemed to have no memory of them or anything that happen the night before.

            "You mean...you seriously don't recognize us?" One scientist responded, walking towards the frightened girl.

            "No! Stay back! You come any closer and I'll scream my head off!"

            "Okay. Okay."

            The scientist backed away and the remaining men huddled as the girl looked around her surroundings. She behaved as if she was a completely different person.

            "Where am I? What is this place? What's going on?!"

            "How do we respond to this?" Asked one scientist.

            "It's as if we're total strangers." Added a second.

            "Is this really the effect of too much estradiol on a male's DNA?" Asked the third.

            That question silenced them all. Did the effects of too much estradiol, combined with other chemicals meant to amplify its power, really just turn an adult man into a college girl while also altering his memory? Could this happen to them, too? Then, one scientist proclaimed, "If that's the end result, then maybe..."

            "Now, wait a minute." His peer protested, but he was too late. The other two men rushed to the basement. The remaining vials were still there. The two grabbed one each, determined to discover the end results for themselves. By the time the last man caught up, they had already downed the serum.

            "Gentlemen," He said. "I hope you realize that you may have made a terrible mistake."

            "Or, ignoring that negative thought," Said one of the two others. "we may further science while discovering what it's like to actually be the fairer sex."

            "And thumb our noses at Darwin in the process." The other added.

            As he uttered those words, he clutched his stomach. His transformation was starting. Body hair was receding from his arms and legs. His stomach began shrinking in area, turning from a pot-belly into a hourglass in half a minute. The hair on his head started growing past his shoulders while fat started moving to his thighs, making them thicker. Breasts began forming underneath his shirt as his rump inflated slightly and his manhood began squirming in his pants. It was shrinking before receding inside him, turning into a woman's machinery. Muscle and tissue moved around as his--rather, her--hips cracked outward, barely forming an hourglass. Her voice began changing as she subconsciously started giggling uncontrollably.

            "Hahahaha-hahahahahaha. Ohhhhh, this feels GOOOOOOOD! Hahahahahahahaha!"

            The male side of her was seemingly making room for the female that was being born before a bewildered man's eyes. While her transformation was ending, the other man's transformation was just beginning. His receding hairline slowly went away and his hair kept on growing. As his hair reached his shoulders, his stature began shrinking. His spinal cord contracted with every "POP". He went from almost six feet to just above five feet. The hair on his arms receded while his hands and feet shrank in size. He lifted his shirt in time to see the fat around his stomach and thighs started to melt. The lone scientist that hadn't drank the concoction could only watch, mortified as the last of his friends became a woman.

            "Good grief." He said out loud. "What hath we wrought?"

            "Come on, man." The changing man replied. "All in the name of science, remember?!"

            His voice fluctuated between his own and that of a young girl's. What fat had remained on his body moved to his chest, becoming breasts that appeared to be B-cups. His legs became thinner and thinner, and then longer and longer. The thing that made him a man receded inside, officially making him a her. Finally, her facial features warped into a new face altogether.

            "Almost complete!" She said, fighting the pain as her face finished contorting.

            Finally, it was over, and in the place of two intelligent but unnoticeable men were two young girls in ill-fitting clothes, one a dirty blonde and the other raven-haired. The taller one removed her shirt, exposing her modestly-sized bosom. To any perverted young man, they were a fantasy come true, but to the changed girl who wielded them, it was nothing to write home about.

            She scoffed. "I thought they'd be bigger."

            "Be thankful for what you've got." Went the other changed scientist. "It doesn't matter what size we are, as long as our test was a success. Now, we get together, mingle among the fairer sex, learn what ladies do when they get together, and soon, we will have women to love us till death. Let's go get the other girl. Maybe we can calm her down long enough to fill her in on our plan."

            The lone man stood silently and horrified at what his peers had become. He watched from a distance as the two comforted the crying, frightened young girl in the corner and explained everything to the best of their ability. Soon, they were making plans to buy women's clothes, meet at places where women meet, and blend in with them. He watched as they spoke about "hot guys", tried on fashionable women's clothing, and talked about things only women would discuss, all the while he hoped and waited that the serum's effects would wear off and they would change back into older men. Eventually, to his delight, they did change back. However, the reactions he got were less than satisfactory.

            When he asked each of the three about their experiences as young women, none of them seemed to remember anything they did, only vague memories remaining. One of the men spoke about getting their hair done. Another spoke of seeing themselves as a girl getting a "mani-pedi" and not understanding why. The third mentioned going on a shopping spree, spending their money on things they didn't even need. The whole experience was fascinating but also disturbing. The fourth man suggested recording their experiment from then on.

            As the fourth man prepared a video camera on a tripod, the remaining three, clad in dress shirts and pants, prepared their lines. The plan was to discuss their experiment, right down to their transformation, in full detail. The fourth man hit "Record" and the three others started yakking. All was going as planned until the fourth man noticed something was amiss. Even from a distance, he could see their heads of hair growing mysteriously fast. He kept mum as their hair kept growing. As his peers kept talking, he stood still, internally panicking as their hair grew past their shoulders. The next changes weren't as noticeable as they occurred underneath their clothes. The man behind the camera couldn't see it but his associates were slowly shrinking in size, their clothes slowly but surely becoming too big for them. Underneath, breasts began growing in area on all three men. The hands of one man were quickly swallowed up by his own sleeves, followed by his feet slipping out of his shoes. His two peers would follow. At last, the fourth man couldn't stay silent any longer.

            "Gentlemen." He shouted in horror. "It's happening again! You're changing!"

            The three transforming men all looked at each other and sure enough, they were just as horrified. They were changing without the need to drink any more estradiol! Just looking at his nails made one man's face turn pale, and when all three stood up, their pants fell to their ankles.

            The pot-bellied scientist said, "It would seem that the abnormal amount of estradiol in our systems altered our DNA."

            His voice became a girl's mid-sentence. Then, he bent over, groaning in pain as his "machinery" reformed into a woman's from within his boxers, a loud 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝 heard throughout.

            "Oh my God!" He--rather, she screeched. "I can't believe I just saw that!"

            "Me neither." Said the third, his voice now a girl's as well. As he continued, his facial features became feminine and his own "machinery" reformed. "It was just, like, sucked inside or something. So grody!"

            "My hair looks atrocious!" Went the first man as his "machinery" reformed into a woman's. "And why do I feel...weird?"

            She pulled up her dress shirt, just in time to see her stomach cave in on itself with a few more loud slurps.

            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*        *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*        *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            "Ohmygod! Look at my stomach! I look so...toned."

            The other two lifted their dress shirts, and sure enough, theirs went through the same process: Caving in while leaving a toned, fit appearance.

            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*        *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*        *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            "Whoa. I look good." Said one girl.

            "I can't believe how hot we are." Said the other. "Wait, didn't we use to be guys or something?"

            As the third asked that question, the lone man standing had a horrible realization: They never accounted for the potential effects of abnormal levels of estradiol on their brains. He had to be certain so he asked them, "Are you...guys still there?"

            The three girls, each lost in their own world, snapped out of their haze and turned to the man.

            "Uh, do we look like guys to you?!" The first girl asked, in a rather rude way. "Who are you, anyway?!"

            "Was this pervert here watching us the whole time?" Asked the second.

            "Wait." The man cried in a panic. "I'm not a creep. My associates and I were making a recording and--"

            "Whoa-whoa-whoa." The third, tallest girl interrupted. "You were recording us?! You liar! You ARE a creep!"

            He had really stepped in it now. These girls, who just minutes ago were grown men recording their experiment with him, now think--albeit falsely--that he was some kind of sicko taping them, instead, for his own purposes, and he was all but certain that there was no convincing them otherwise. He had to think fast to keep them from calling police.

            "Wait, please!" He cried, falling to his knees. "I swear to you I'm not a perv or some kind of sex maniac. You got it all wrong. Just give me a chance to prove that I'm an honest-to-Heaven scientist and that this was all just an experiment gone horribly wrong. All I ask is that you keep the police out of this."

            He described the whole experiment in detail to the girls, who were still in disbelief that they were, indeed, once men like him. They couldn't wrap their heads around any of it: The estradiol, the testing, the transformations. It seemed like they still didn't believe him until, with all his options used up, he had to show them what he and his group had recorded, up to and including their impromptu metamorphosis. Upon seeing themselves changing from middle-aged men to young girls, they were mortified. One almost threw up. It was difficult, bordering on herculean, but they agreed not to have him arrested, under one condition: He had to do their every bidding, no matter how degrading, and he was to say absolutely nothing to anyone about it, not even their male selves, otherwise, they wouldn't hesitate to call police. He begrudgingly accepted, knowing that if they had called, he was all but certain that he'd be locked away, unable to explain himself without incriminating himself in the whole plot.

            Over time, the girls would change back into men with no memory of their actions, and the fourth man would act dumb, lying to them about what happened. Unfortunately for all of them, the impromptu transformation was not a one-time thing. As the days went on, the four men would learn the hard way that they would change at random times of the day. It was only through sheer luck that they never changed while at work. All the while, the fourth man was at the mercy of these young beauties who would slowly dominate his life.

         Back to the present day, the man was driving as fast as the local laws would allow. To his dismay, he found himself caught in a traffic jam and was now running late. The girls would accept no excuses, no matter how true they were. He was all but certain that he would be punished for his tardiness. This was the price he paid for not partaking in drinking the serum. Alas, it was, as one of his peers put it, all in the name of science.

HotBod II

            Remember "HotBod", the app that transforms people into whatever person they design on there? To be honest, it never really went away. It just stopped making headlines. It's still changing bodies, and in some cases, ruining relationships. One such case happened just recently with a couple of college undergraduates.

            The female of the relationship was introduced to the app via social media. She witnessed for herself how it transformed the person in the video from "pale and stick-thin" to "tanned and big-breasted". She shared it with her boyfriend, who scoffed at the thought of it all. He thought it was all the work of artificial intelligence. Absolutely none of it could be real, he told her. Naturally, hearing this upset her, so she hastily tried to prove herself and give him a shock in the process.

            First, she selected the "Hair" section. There were plenty of color choices: Red, Brunette, Raven-Black, Dirty Blonde, Platinum Blonde, Bleached Blonde, Bubblegum Pink, and even an "Emerald-Green". On a whim, she chose "Dirty Blonde". For the subsection of length, there was "Pixie", "Bob", "Rapunzel", and "As is". Curiosity led her to chose "Rapunzel". Next, for the "Shape" section, there was "Apple", "Pear", "Banana", and, of course, "Hourglass". Without hesitation, she chose "Hourglass". Third was the "Breasts" section, with a subsection for real or fake ones. She could choose from the letters "A" through "F". Also, if she wanted them implanted, she could hit that option. However, she preferred to keep them real and natural. As for the size, she chose "DD". Then came the "Rear" section. This, though, was much more simple. It had only three choices: "Flat", "Ample", and "Enormous", which she chose without a second thought. She hastily went through the "Eyes", "Lips", and "Nose" sections. All that was left was to hit the "Apply" button and shut up her boyfriend.

            Seconds went by, then minutes. Nothing happened. The boyfriend was about to have the last laugh when suddenly...

            "Whoa." She started shivering violently. "S-s-s-something's h-happening."

            Much to her joy, it seemed that her body was about to change right in front of her disbelieving boyfriend. His eyes went wide open when he noticed her short hair suddenly growing longer and longer. In under a minute, her hair became voluminous, going down to her waist. The second thing he noticed was her chest slowly blowing up. She looked down and as she did, a button popped off her blouse, then another, and a third. They didn't stop there; They kept on growing until they looked as big as melons, snapping her bra in half.

            "Look at these things!" She said, incredulously. "They're...big." She giggled uncontrollably.

            Her joy was interrupted by a sudden pain in her sides. She felt like she was being squeezed akin to a sponge. It was her waist caving in on itself. Several loud crunches were heard as she appeared to gag.

*Crunch*        *Crunch*        *Crunch*        *Crunch*

            When the crunches stopped, she looked less like a lava lamp and had an actual hourglass for a body. Her stomach gurgled loudly as it tightened, creating a sculpted core. She got a tingle as she felt her new curves. The relief was short, though, as her hip bones began to shift. She grabbed her mate as her hips creaked outward, crying out in pain. As this happened, her derriere began swelling in size, becoming quite big in area. Her thighs also started to swell, becoming thick but retaining a cushion. If one were to softly slap them, they would appear to jiggle. Her face would be the last to change. Her jawline and cheekbones shifted, her nose shrank and became rounder, and her lips turned puffier. At last, the girl that stood there was no more. In her place, and ill-fitting or outright ripped clothing, stood a busty woman with features to make any man turn heads. The bewildered boyfriend got his jaw off the ground long enough to check if his girl was still there.

            "Hey, babe." He said. "Are you okay? Are you still there?"

            "I'm sorry." She responded. "Do I, like, know you?" Even her voice had changed. She sounded like some valley girl. Her mate was starting to panic.

            "Now, look. I saw the whole thing. I get it now. HotBod is for real. Now will you quit scaring me? This isn't funny."

            "I really don't know what you're babbling about. I think you're, like, gonzo or on something. Get away from me, you weirdo."

            The girl's plan had badly backfired. She successfully persuaded her boyfriend that HotBod was legitimate, but, in the process, she didn't account for the mental changes. As a result, the young man she once knew and dated was now a total stranger who, to her, was off his rocker. She left him and strutted on her way, to a future as a social media influencer and part-time teaser, flaunting her body for any man who has money to burn. Unfortunately, the girl also didn't know or even plan for when, if ever, she would change back, but as far as this growing influencer is concerned, she hopes that never happens, especially in front of her "audience".

Mystery of Bermuda

            A college dropout, to his own shock, had won a contest that promised a trip for four to Bermuda. It came as a shock to him because he had never won a thing until now. He was allowed to bring three of his friends with him. The plane ride over went smoothly. It would be the only thing about this adventure that was normal.

            The foursome made their way to a private bungalow, with enough room for all of them. It had three stories to it and a pair of long stairways. Were they not careful, one of them could get lost. It seemed like paradise. However, mere hours after they unpacked, something seemed off. One of the three other boys, a gym regular with a blond crew-cut who prided himself on his appearance, felt something tingling on his chest.

            "Hey." He said. "I feel tingly. I think this air is doing something to my nipples."

            The third boy, a geek whose hair was cut short, sported thick-rimmed glasses, and had no noticeable features, just scoffed. Narc, he thought. He lay in bed, reading a book, one of three he bought with him for the trip. He was hesitant to join the party, but his mother pressed him to get fresh air. As he returned to his book, an itch kept distracting him. His own chest started itching. He brushed it off as the air affecting him, too. The dropout and the fourth boy, who sported a mullet, would also get an itchy feeling in their chest regions. It couldn't be coincidence.

            "I think I'll go for a swim." Said the fourth boy, and without a second thought, he took off for the water, wearing only shorts. The dropout, in a white undershirt, followed him into the water. As they swam around, they were unaware that the hair on their bodies were falling off into the water. What little arm muscles they had were slowly melting away, leaving their arms lean.

            "Great vacation, man." Said the boy with the mullet to his friend.

            "Thanks." He replied. "You know, I've heard about this thing called the Bermuda Triangle. It's supposed to be someplace where visitors disappear, never to be seen or heard from again."

            "Aw, baloney. Whoever made that up has no life. They're probably on their phones or computers all day with nothing better to do."

            "I don't know, man." The dropout said. "I can't help but worry."

            "You didn't bring me here to worry." Went the boy with the mullet. "We came here to have fun."

            As the two boys continued swimming, the remaining two back at the bungalow, the gym rat and the geek, continued to keep themselves busy, working out and reading on a couch, respectively. The gym boy had brought some dumbbells to keep himself from getting bored. He already had biceps that would make any girl's face turn beet red in a heartbeat, but like a true narcissist, he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to be buff, a bodybuilder. Unbeknownst to him, however, that wouldn't happen.

            While he kept working out, he was suddenly felled by an ache in his stomach. He dropped the dumbbells to the floor and clutched his gut in agony. The groans from his stomach were loud enough to stir the other boy out of his daze. He turned to find the gym rat keeling over from what the geek thought were cramps.

            "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, genuinely worried.

            "I'm not gonna lie." The gym rat answered. "N-no. I think...I pulled something."

            "Should I get the others?"

            "N-no. I've had cramps before. It's fine."

            This was no ordinary cramp. Something was happening to his body that was, by no means, normal. The four-pack that he worked for months to obtain was slowly melting away into oblivion. Muscles within his chest were contracting, moving along with the bones in his rib cage. This led to much more agonizing pain, something the gym regular could not handle.

            "Okay." He groaned. "This...isn't normal. Gotta...find bathroom."

            He crawled up the nearest flight of stairs, pain wracking his body throughout his trek. Unbeknownst to him, his hair had started growing out, tickling his ears and reaching halfway down his neck. By the time he was at the top step, it had just reached his shoulders. In mere seconds, his hair had grown supernaturally fast to give him the appearance of a girl from behind. He pushed the bathroom door open and crawled inside. It took all the willpower he could muster to climb up the stairs, but now, he needed it again to pull himself off the floor. Once the sink was at his waist, he looked in the mirror and was mortified.

            "What happened to my hair?" He asked, incredulously. "It didn't look like this when we got here."

            Turning to his side, he found he had a mullet like the fourth boy, except his was slightly more voluminous and slowly getting longer still. Bones and muscle that made up his rib cage continued to shift around as his hip bones started to crack outward. The transforming boy groaned as his hips started to gain an hourglass shape. His spine was next to change as it cracked inward, seemingly forcing him to flex his chest. It also contracted ever so slightly, making him shrink in height. HIs thigh muscles, also quite large in size, slowly melted away as well, erasing more hard work. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

            "What--just--happened?" He asked himself, out of breath.

            Regaining his footing, he looked in the mirror and found his appearance drastically changed. Besides his now-billowing locks, he appeared to be a woman from the waist down. Mortified, he rushed back to the geek, who never left his place. The sound of him rushing down the stairs had snapped the reader out of his daze again.

            "My heavens." He spoke quietly. He eyed his changed roommate, looking up and down at his new body.

            "What just happened to me?!" The gym regular shrieked, his voice higher by a few octaves.

            "I...have honestly no idea." The geek responded, oblivious to his roommate's vocal changes.

            "My beautiful muscles are gone, and I have... GIRL HAIR!" He sounded more and more like a woman as he became more distraught, but the other boy was helpless, unable to do anything except stare.

            "The others can't see me like this. They'll ask too many questions!"

            Without a second thought, he ran back upstairs to one of the bedrooms to hide in shame. The reader was now all alone, confused by what he just saw.

            "Poor man." He said quietly to himself as he returned to his book. However, as he did so, he couldn't help but fantasize about the gym boy, completely female and undressing before him in the very bedroom he ran into. She then removes his shirt before pushing him onto the bed. In his fantasy, he says, "Wait a minute. This is all wrong. Weren't you--?"

            She shushes him. "No more talking."

            Then, she unzips his pants and finds something very hard inside.

            "You didn't tell me you were gifted with such a huge wand." She says.

            "Well, it's something I'm not exactly proud of."

            "You should be."

            "Wait. We really shouldn't--"

            She shushed him again and proceeded to have her way with him.

            "Please d-don't--Oh!"

            The hottie that was once a gym buff was actually giving him a blowjob without any sign of hesitation. The euphoria was nothing the bookworm had ever felt before. Even if it was wrong morally, he couldn't lie to himself: It was a good feeling. He clenched the bedsheets like he was gripping a pet's rubber toy. Slowly but surely, he was losing the battle to fight off the pressure below. Unbeknownst to him, this was what she wanted.

            "No. No-no. Must...hold...out."  Alas, the pressure was just too much. With a long, pained groan, he let loose, which shocked him back to reality. 

            "What--just--happened?" He asked, close to hyperventilating. Subconsciously, a girl that wasn't even real was messing around with his private parts, a girl that used to be a buff young man. That buff young man was now upstairs, freaking out at the unexplainable transformation he was going through. What could be causing his body to change like that? He thought. Such things just don't happen. However, while he was lost in his fantasy, his own body was starting a transformation of its own. What little body hair he had had receded into his skin. Next, his jeans began to feel strangely tighter in his thighs and derriere.

            "I don't remember these pants being so tight when we got here." He said, quietly.

            As he tried to adjust his pants, he was unaware that his fingernails had started getting longer much faster than normal. At that very moment, his nipples became erect as the area around them began to swell gradually. When he got back to his book, he finally noticed his newly-long, unmanicured fingernails. He was certain they were trimmed before he left. Now, he was sure that something was wrong. Whatever was changing his roommate was now doing the same to him.

            Then, he heard what sounded like a loud, lengthy slurping sound followed by a POP. With what was happening, he fathomed one guess. Removing his book from his lap, he saw the unimaginable: His private parts were shrinking inside of him. He wanted to scream, but something from inside wouldn't let him, so he kept on looking in horror as he officially switched genders. Quickly unzipping his jeans, he confirmed his fears: His manhood was gone.

            "Oh no." He said, hushed. "Is this really happening?"

            Had she looked in a mirror, she would have had her answer, as her hair had also started growing unnaturally fast, reaching the back of her neck. Some strands were also turning a dirty blonde color. By now, her chest was much more pronounced, as a tent had started to form. She lifted her shirt and was greeted with the sight of what were undeniably breasts, and they were slowly growing before the geek's eyes. One second, they were B-cup size. Thirty seconds later, they ballooned to C-cup size. Another thirty seconds later, they swelled again to D-cup size. In a minute, the mounds on her chest had grown to DD-cup size. Her hair was still growing as well, becoming more voluminous in area, growing past her shoulders, and covering her eyes, glasses and all.

            *RIP*

            Then came a tear from behind her. The spooked youth jumped out of her seat. It was her jeans ripping from her back end, which was inflating as quickly as her new breasts. She moved her hands subconsciously to her growing rump.

            *RIP* *RIP*

            More tearing sounds came from her thighs. The holes became bigger as they were getting thicker. All the while, her pale skin became slightly tanned all over.

            "Whatever this is--*ahem*--seems to be contagious or something." Her voice cracked as she spoke, suddenly rising a good number of octaves. "M-m-my voice! Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3. Do-re-mi--I'm really becoming a female! A mirror. I need a mirror!"

           She rushed upstairs to the same restroom earlier occupied by her transforming roommate. A look in the mirror confirmed it: The bookworm was now a young woman, and a well-shaped blonde one at that. However, instead of being mortified like her roommate, she was mesmerized by her own appearance. She turned sideways to get a good look at her rear. To her, it appeared to be quite fleshy and wide in area. 

           "I look like I stole this booty from Jennifer Lopez." She said, feeling her large derriere. "So this is what he was freaking out about. The others will undoubtedly be amazed by this."

           That's when the shock set in. The other two boys, the dropout and the boy with the mullet, don't know about their transformed peers. They were still out swimming. However, what had happened to the gym rat and the bookworm was also happening to them. They just hadn't realized it yet. "Mullet" was deep underwater swimming like a common salmon when he noticed what he thought was a girl swimming past him. Her hair was long enough for her to look like a girl from the back. Unknown to him, it was really the dropout, whose transformation was happening at a faster pace.

           Who is she? He thought. She swims like a mermaid or something. I'd like to get to know her better.

           He followed the still-transforming dropout back to land, still thinking he's a girl. The dropout's legs were getting longer and leaner as he kept kicking them in the water. Meanwhile, Mr. Mullet's own changes were just getting started. His own legs also lengthened as they became long, lean, and sexy. The mullet on his head was slowly getting longer and spacious in area. As they reached the shoreline, he found the "girl" had beaten him there and was drying off. Now was his chance to "get to know her better".

           "Hi. I don't remember seeing you here." He said, flirting. "Would you like to meet my friends?"

           "Dude!" The dropout cried out as he turned around. "What are you doing?!"

           "Jeez! I'm sorry. Hand to God, I-I-I thought you were a girl. I mean--From behind, you looked like one w-with your long hair."

           "Wait, wait. What?"

           Sure enough, when he got a look at his reflection in the water, the dropout did indeed look like a girl. A look of fear ran across his face.

           "What did that water do to me?!" He asked, panicky.

           "I don't think it's the water, man." The boy who once had a mullet answered. "I think it's something else. This whole place, maybe."

           "Please don't start that again. I'm already freaking out. I didn't look like this before we dove in."

           "Not only that, but I think you're growing boobs, too."

           The fourth boy was right. The dropout was growing breasts, and his wet undershirt showed it. They appeared to be at B-cup size and were getting bigger with every passing few seconds.

           "Oh my God!" He shrieked, his voice rising many octaves at the last word uttered. He clasped his mouth at the foreign sound of his own voice. "Am I really becoming a chick?!"

           "By the looks--and sounds--of it, yeah." The fourth boy answered, his own changes speeding up. "And I think I'm next. Does my chest look bigger to you?"

           Looking at the fourth boy's chest, it appeared that there were some mounds growing as well, though not as large as the dropout's. His mullet had grown out at a supernatural pace also, though it seems to have stopped midway down his back. Also, his waist had caved in, giving him a hourglass shape. While the fourth boy was examining his own changing body, the dropout got a horrible surprise.

           "Oh no. No-no-no-no-no-NO!" He shrieked again. "It's gone. They're completely gone."

           "You mean...down there?"

           "YES, I mean down there!" The dropout's voice and body were now absolutely those of a girl. "And you look like you're about to join me."

           "What do you--ugghh!" The fourth boy was cut off by a sudden pain in his own nether region. It was his own machinery receding inside his body. The sound of some gurgling followed by some pops confirmed it. She bent over, groaning as her voice rose in octaves as well.

           "What's--aahhhhh--happening to us?!" She cried out, her voice cracking mid-sentence.

           "I don't know, but we have to tell the others."

           "How will they believe us?"

           "I don't know, but they'll find out eventually so we might as well."

           What the newly-transformed girls didn't know was that their roommates were now girls themselves. As they walked to the bungalow in shame, the last of their changes took place. Both of their rears began to inflate in size, becoming quite ample. The girl who used to be the dropout looked down at the other's legs and then, their own. In her mind, she now had the pair of legs she used to dream about as a male. They were a supermodel's legs. She subconsciously struck a pose, as if she was at a photo shoot. All the cameras in the room were focused on her, snapping every sexy pose she could make. For a moment, she completely forgot reality as she soaked in all the attention. She couldn't deny it; It felt empowering. She heard herself giggling subconsciously as she continued posing seductively. It wasn't until the other girl called out to her that she snapped back to reality.

           "What are you doing?!" She asked, incensed.

           "I'm--I'm sorry." The other responded, flustered. "I-I don't know what got into me."

           She ran to catch up to her transformed companion, who was working out in her mind how to explain what had happened to them. Upon opening the door, they found nobody in the kitchen or the living room.

           "I guess they're both upstairs." Said the girl who was formerly the mullet-haired boy. "Hey! Are you guys up there?"

           No response. Cautiously, they walked upstairs. They were unprepared for what--or rather, who--they would find. The beauty that was once the boy with the mullet knocked on the bathroom door.

           "Occupied." A feminine voice spoke that tried in vain to be as gruff as possible. It was the geek.

           The beauty that was the dropout went for the bedroom when a scream went out. "Don't come in here!"

           "Why?"

           The former gym buff tried in vain to disguise their new voice while coming up with an excuse. "Uhh... I'm not decent. The room is a mess."

           Unamused, the changed dropout barged in to find the bedroom spotless and the changed gym buff hiding in shame underneath the covers of one of the beds. Slowly, the dropout crept further to the occupied bed.

           "Please don't come any closer. Just go away."

           "Hey, it's okay. Whatever happened to you affected me, too."

           "Wait, WHAT?! You, too?!"

           "Yeah, and I'm as freaked about it as you are."

           The transformed gym buff slowly uncovered herself, revealing herself to be no less beautiful than her companions. She, too, was blonde, busty, and upon removing the covers, showed that she also had wide hips and a spacious derriere. Shirtless and in tears, she embraced her dropout friend and continued crying silently.

           "What's happened to us?"

           "I don't know, and I certainly don't know how we'll explain this to or families, but...we'll figure something out."

~~~

           Alas, they never did find out why they all changed into well-sculpted blondes. Making matters worse, when the dropout tried to contact his parents, they each thought it was a prank and ordered her not to call their home again. She certainly couldn't prove that she was once their son without any photographical evidence. Not only that, but for all they know, she might have stolen their son's ID and driver's license. So, she was at a loss; All of them were. Nobody they knew would believe that they had gone to Bermuda only to be transformed into hot blondes. With a lack of options, the best thing they could do was start anew. It would undoubtedly be difficult, but between the four of them, at least, they'll have emotional support of each other. If only they could figure out how they became females. Sadly, it's just one more mystery of Bermuda.

In With the New (Bully)

            Would you believe that this is--rather, was--my school bully?

          She was a thorn in my side since the very first day of high school. On several occasions, she and her cronies have pelted me with eggs after the last bell rings. They've harassed me for my lunch money, sacked me to the gym floor, and even pantsed me in the hallway in front of all the other students. She has done all sorts of nasty and humiliating things to me. However, she also used to be a he. That's right; My school bully was a male, turned into a female.

            It was intended to be payback for everything he had done to me throughout the whole school year. Alas, as poet Robert Burns put it, "The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley." Something was sure to go wrong, I just didn't know what in particular. My plot for revenge involved the use of "Hot-T", the infamous drug that could turn the beefiest of men into women. The thing is, what I got ahold of were pills that contained a concentrated version that could make men into women permanently. Someone I trusted managed to smuggle it in a plastic bag onto school grounds. I had to keep the drug hidden at all times from the faculty or be suspended, even expelled, from school. All I had to do was wait until the right moment to trick him into taking the pills. Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait too long.

            From a safe hiding spot, I watched as he jimmied my locker open and found the pills. Like the dumb brute he was, he thought they were candy. I held back my joy as he ripped open the bag and foolishly gobbled them down, sealing his fate. If you'll forgive my poor word choice, revenge was sweet, or so I thought. I was told that the pills would go into effect once they reached his stomach. Everything was going as planned, for now.

            Now, this guy was a heavyset character. "Tubby" would be putting it mildly. He looked like one of those ghosts always chasing Pac-Man in his arcade game. I didn't dare picture him in his underwear, at the risk of throwing up. When he grabbed his stomach, I grabbed mine on reflex. From behind a pack of lockers, I could hear him groan and say, "That...was...a bad idea."

            I took a quick peek to find him staring at the hair on the back of his hands.

            "Oh, God!" He cried out. Luckily, the halls were empty. "My hands!"

            Sure enough, the hair was receding within his skin. The hair on his arms followed suit. Afterwards, his fingernails began lengthening, becoming ungroomed talons. Then, he seemed to be squirming below. I could tell his private parts were rearranging. He moved his hands to his "balls and chain" as they became a woman's "mechanisms". I could hear what sounded like slurping from the other side of the hallway, where I was. Running to the nearest corner, he quickly unzipped his pants. The mortified look on his face told me all I needed to know. Hyperventilating, he silently cried, "What's happening to my body?"

            I didn't dare make a sound, lest he come at me like an angry bull.

           "Oh, God. Are these... boobs?!"

           Indeed, even from a distance, I could see some lumps underneath his shirt. They were growing bigger every second.

           *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

           "I got boobs!" His face had fear written all over. He, indeed, had boobs. If he had lifted his shirt, I would have guessed they were E-cup. They were so big, they managed to lift up his plaid shirt and were even making a tent. What I would give to see the deep cleavage he must have had. 

           "No-no-no-no-no-no... I'm really becoming a chick!" He covered his mouth, visibly taken aback at the sudden change in his voice. "Now, my voice is girly!"

           The biggest changes, pun completely unintended, had finally came in the form of his large body slowly but surely shrinking in size. With every passing second, his height decreased an inch while his body mass melted away into nothingness. However, some mass did go to his derriere, making it quite corpulent in appearance. His pants had lost the fight to stay in place and fell to the floor; whereas, his shirt appeared to be more like a circus tent. The sound of bones creaking told me that his hips were shifting outward, giving him--I suppose I should say her at this point--hips meant for childbearing. Her hands had moved to her face as the last piece of her transformation took place. A smaller nose, fuller cheeks, bigger eyelashes, and a receded jawbone had all but erased her masculine facial features. It had ended, and I was lucky enough to see it all.

           "Oh my God! This cannot be happening to me! What did that candy do to me?! I have a girl's body! Oh my God!  What do I tell my parents?! Nobody will believe this! My life is over!"

           Just as she uttered those words, she grabbed her head, visibly in pain. It seemed that the mental changes were now taking place. She knelt down to the ground as her forehead appeared to be pulsating.

          "Help...me!" She managed to squeak out, before letting out a blood-curdling scream. I was terribly shaken by the unexpected shriek. It was sure to attract the teachers and other students, so I had to act fast. Without a second thought, I rushed upstairs to the school library, making sure I wasn't seen. Once inside, I peeked from a glass window at my transformed bully as she stood back up, her denim jeans still on the floor in a heap. She stepped out of them and slowly made her way to a restroom, the girls' restroom. From the library, I couldn't see anything, and I didn't want to appear suspicious. So, I could only imagine what was going on in there. The rest of the day went as scheduled, and I kept my enthusiasm at bay over what had happened. It seemed like, for the first time in what felt like a long time, I would feel comfortable going to high school. I couldn't be more wrong.

        Some time had passed. Nobody had heard from the school bully since my "plot" took place. Instead, most of the talk or "school gossip" revolved around the "new girl" in school. Some girls in the upper class were resentful of her while the freshmen and sophomore girls quietly feared her. All of the guys, however, wanted her. Personally, I knew nothing about her except that she reportedly got a private thrill keeping guys at arm's length, so to speak, and berating and belittling girls she considered inferior, compared to her. Then came the moment I thought would never happen: She came forward to oppose me.

          I was at my locker when it happened. The sound of stilettos became louder and louder with every second. She poked my shoulder, scaring me. As I turned around, I got a good look at her. The clothes she wore couldn't have possibly met the school dress code: What I thought was a blue, see-through crop top, combined with dolphin shorts. The pose she made, her manicured hands on her hips, and the stern look on her face spoke volumes. Maybe she didn't recognize me.

         "Uh...hi. Can I help you?" I said, sheepishly.

         "I feel like I should...know you or something." Her voice alone gave me chills, but in a good way. I can't explain it, but it reminded me of Alicia Silverstone's character in that movie, Clueless, except huskier. I was trying really hard not to, if I may, be erect.

         "Really?" I asked her, acting dumb. "How else do you feel?"

         "A part of me is telling me to stomp on you with my heels. Another part of me wants me to make you kiss my feet. I should be disgusted at the thought of that, but for some reason, I'm not."

         Something told me she wanted to do something to me, but something from within was holding her back. Then, a smile finally formed on her face. It was then and there that my heart sank.

         "I know! I think I'll make you do my homework for me. Yeah, that will be just the beginning. You, little boy, are going to do everything I say, and should you refuse, I can 'persuade' one of my male admirers to find you and hurt you. I think we have an understanding, don't we?" 

        Unable to think of any other options, I silently nodded. With my consent, she walked--or rather, strutted--away. As she did, I found myself unable to look away from her derriere. Time seemed to slow down as I kept on staring. Her tush was... big, to say the least. Those legs of hers were something to behold, too, especially her thighs. Maybe, doing her homework against my will wouldn't be too bad, if it meant looking at her for longer periods of time. Little did I know then how right she was. This was only the beginning.

        Ever since then, she has had me do more then just her homework. She's had me carry her backpack, read self-deprecating poetry in front of everyone, and even use me as a step-stool. I had back pain for days! Despite all the mistreatment, never did a trace of her original self appear. It was as if she had no memory of who she used to be, beefy, muscular in some places, and had a brutish face. This "replacement" was statuesque, thick in some places, and a flawless face. What made her a menace to my peers was her personality and behavior. It was like one school bully had been quickly replaced with another, albeit much more attractive. Nevertheless, it seemed like I was getting the worst of it, compared to others. In the end, virtually nothing had changed, regarding my high school predicament, except the gender of my tormentor, and if I acted out of turn or otherwise, did something wrong, she would send her "male admirers", as she called them, would hunt me down like a wanted criminal. It seems this particular adage fits my situation: Out with the old, in with the new.