“Are you a hermaphrodite? That’s so cool.”
I shook my head. “This is not at all like hermaphrodites.”
“Then what is it?”
I didn’t know. The absence of my cock was beginning to freak me out, but something was moving beneath the skin. I felt it, down in my loins, a ticklish sensation coming from deep within. Something was happening, though I had no clue what. There was a flash of pain, but only for an instant, and it was quickly followed by sudden pleasure. I groaned and looked up at the ceiling, and then Angelica was pointing and saying something.
“Look.”
I only saw the end of it. You remember my penis? Yeah, it hadn’t come back. But I was functionally complete down there, only with the wrong set of sexual organs. Right where my scrotum had been, the skin had parted, revealing a dark slit down the middle with a whole bunch of pink, slightly damp folds. Angelica recognized it immediately, as did I.
I had a pussy.
“Oh! Jack, you’ve been keeping this from me until now? What else can you do?”
“Angelica, this isn’t what—”
“Is that real?”
I refused to believe it. Even when Angelica touched it—by God, she actually brought her finger down the middle of it—I knew I was seeing things, feeling things. Yet, she saw it too. I really had a vagina down there in place of my male parts, a slit. And it hadn’t been there just a minute ago. In spite of my confusion, I was sure of that much.
Angelica was just as curious as I was. I trembled as her forefinger went down the center, touching where my clitoris would’ve been, and then moving down toward the bottom, penetrating me slightly. I squirmed as half of her finger pushed inside me. Strange muscles reacted, squeezing it automatically. My heart was beating a million times per second.
“Hold up, doc, or Jack. You can, like, change your genitals at will?”
“No, it’s nothing like that. This has never happened before.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you some kind of mutant?”
Maybe, I thought. According to that blood test, I had an unknown gene just like Angelica. Maybe it was the same, maybe it wasn’t. But, this had to be related. In all my years as a doctor, I had never met a man or woman who could change their own genitals into that of the opposite sex. Stranger yet, I hadn’t willed it to happen. Or, at least, I didn’t think I did. I was hard and ready for Angelica to take my cock, and suddenly I was the same as her down there. Now my thoughts went back to the gene again. Maybe it was latent. There were other men with the unknown gene, so perhaps it was latent in them too. When activated, the subject turned into a woman?
In my professional medical opinion, this was fucking bizarre.
Angelica’s finger teased the outer rim of my new womanhood. She wanted to confirm that it was authentic. I found my voice again. “On that day, when you woke up different, when you suddenly wanted sexual intercourse above all else …”
“Yeah?”
“What happened the day before?”
“Um, I lost my virginity.”
That must’ve been it. The gene always started out as latent, like a bomb ready to be set off in the subject’s chromosomes. When the right trigger happened—sex in this case—that person became constantly aroused and always craved for sexual stimulation from then on. But, sex wasn’t a sure thing. I’d had sex plenty of times before this very moment, and my junk had never withered away and turned into a pussy. In short, I really had no idea on what I was dealing with here. Sometimes, doctors didn’t have the answer.
One thing was for sure, though. I really wanted that finger back in my pussy.
“Put it back in there,” I whispered.
“In your pussy?” She was grinning.
“Yeah, my pussy.” Fuck, that was weird to say.
“You want me to finger you like a girl? Only if you promise me that doctor’s note.”
“Sure.” I didn’t even wait to consider it.
Angelica obliged, though I wished she had been quicker with it. My pussy was perhaps five minutes old, and it felt achingly empty. A part of me wanted her to ram that finger in there hard. Instead, she pushed it in gently, and I watched as it disappeared inside me. I felt the entire length of it buried in my new hole. Now I was certain it was real. A gynecologist would’ve given me a more honest opinion, but I couldn’t imagine scheduling an appointment and spreading my legs to the sheer horror of that poor soul who wasn’t sure if I was being serious or not.
Once Angelica was just as certain as I was that she was looking at and touching a real pussy, she began to move her finger quicker. I fell into the rhythm of it right away, pushing my body towards her slightly. There was something amazing—and equally indescribable from a man’s point of view—about having that new hole filled. Granted, a finger wasn’t large, but to me it was big enough. Sparks of pleasure shot throughout my body, while the warmth in my loins seemed to boil like an abandoned pot of water on an stovetop. A few minutes of being fingered and I was absolutely shaking, with my toes constantly curling. I had never felt anything like this. It was like my whole body was into it.
“Mmmm, yeah,” Angelica moaned. “You like my finger in your tight little hole, don’t you, slut?” She burst into giggles. “Sorry. Got carried away.”
She was still fully aware of the absurdity of the situation, but I was adrift at sea, rolling with the waves. I didn’t want her to stop. Each time my mind tried to rationalize what was happening, I would push it back. The blood test results flashed through my head. I saw UNKNOWN GENE FOUND. The slut gene. God, had I been right from the start? The finger pushed in deeper, and the organized thoughts scattered into a million fragments, unable to be arranged together again.
Angelica was on top of me now, panting harder. The finger continued to move, faster and faster until I thought the orgasm was coming. But then it didn’t, and I wanted it more than ever. A spasm raced through by body, and I reached up and found mounds on my chest, pushing through my clothes. I squeezed them and moaned deeply—with what couldn’t have been anything but a girl’s voice.
“Jack? You’re—”
“No, please,” I begged. “Don’t stop. Don’t. I have to come.”
The female orgasm was like falling from the tallest building in the world, though that building was several miles high and the ground wasn’t so easy to see. But then it appeared. I knew it was coming, the collision that would stop my body with a bone-shattering crunch. Then it hit me, and I cried out underneath Angelica, screaming with that new girlish voice that had only begged for more. Wave after wave of relentless pleasure went up through my chest, shooting through my arms and then through my legs. I must’ve convulsed, for the chair made one atrocious fuss. I didn’t know how long it had lasted. I didn’t even know if Angelica kept fingering me until the end. I was sore and numb, and still slightly horny.
I opened my eyes to see her standing over me, her nude breasts hanging idle.
“You’re back,” she said.
“Was I gone?”
“No, you were a girl, but now you’re not.”
“What?”
My dick was back. I should’ve been relieved, but now I was just more confused. At least I could stand when I had to take a piss again. Curious, I touched it, and then probed further down along my scrotum. There was no sign of what had been there before my first female orgasm. I knew the pussy had been real. That, and I swore I had touched breasts on my chest and heard a girl’s voice crying out in pleasure.
Angelica said the same thing. “Right before you came, you were a girl. I swear it, doc. You had tits, and your face was all feminine. I’m not making it up.”
“I believe you.”
She crossed her arms. “Okay, so change back into a girl. That was so cool. Can I record you doing it?”
“I don’t think it works that way. And don’t even think about getting out your phone.”
Clearly the transformation was tied to my arousal. I was about to have sex, and
suddenly my dick vanished. And then, while nearing orgasm, my entire body had turned into a woman’s. Well, I had no proof of that, but I assumed it to be true. I was too anxious to achieve climax that I hadn’t bothered to stop and inspect myself closely. Priorities and such.
And now I was apparently back to normal. You didn’t read about these things in the annual medical journals. This was something unheard of in the world of medical science.
Angelica plopped herself down on the edge of my desk. “Well, since you got your dick back, do you think you can … you know. Listen, I’m happy for you. The first female orgasm is great. But I came here to get a dick in me, and yours kinda disappeared when I needed it.”
I glanced at my watch. 3:27 PM. I still had paperwork to fill out, but I could always stay late. And it wasn’t an everyday thing that horny girls stopped by my office and asked for sex. Well, maybe that wasn’t true in Angelica’s case. My cock was already semi-hard after reappearing, and she gave it a few strokes to achieve maximum erection. I was instantly horny again.
“Right here, big boy.” Angelica angled herself against the desk, bending over until that flawless pussy came into view just below her ass. She was wet and ready to go, and there was no time like the present. Mainly, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could function as a man again. The sudden loss of my manhood still bothered me, not for how quick it had happened, but with how it had occurred without any consent whatsoever.
I grabbed her soft, womanly ass and prepared to give her what we both wanted. I aimed and pushed forward. My lower abdomen slapped against her teenage backside.
“Jack, the hole’s right there. You can’t miss it.”
“I …”
I looked down. Yep, it was gone. The pussy was back. I had gotten aroused just enough to pass the threshold, and now my erection had disappeared along with my balls. I wouldn’t be fucking Angelica anytime soon, not unless I mastered the great feat of sticking my dick in her without getting too turned-on. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. This fascinating metamorphosis had given me a cockblock.
Angelica saw it too. “Oh. Jack, you gotta stop turning that dick into a pussy.”
If only it were that simple.
“You know, we could have another round. Since you have a pussy, we could try some scissoring. I know some girls who are into that.”
I shook my head.
“Muff-diving? I’m good at eating pussy. My girlfriends all say so.”
“Just go. Appointments are usually thirty minutes long. It’s best for everyone if we stop right now.” That didn’t stop me from thinking about her tongue licking between my legs. I gave her a doctor’s note. According to me, Angelica had a highly contagious flu. She’d need some time to recuperate.
“Fine. You know, if you can, like, learn how to control it, you’d be the best guy on the planet. It’s like my wet dream. If I want a dick, you can fuck me, and if I want a girl, I can eat you out. Oh gosh, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”
“Angelica, please.”
“Whatever.” She dressed herself and went for the door. “Do your important doctor stuff. I’m a quick call away if you want a quick lay. That’s my motto.”
I saw it on the desk. Scribbled on a yellow Post-It note was a phone number. Apparently Angelica was serious about seeing me again, though I didn’t know what to think. Above all, I felt bad for Preacher Tom. His daughter wasn’t just a slut, she was the queen of sluts.
But I had a grasp of what was happening. With any diagnosis, you need evidence. Proof. I was beginning to believe that the unknown gene in Angelica’s blood was responsible for her promiscuous behavior. And she wasn’t alone. That same gene was in me, and it wasn’t a coincidence that I had turned into a woman—albeit briefly—while reaching climax. Whether it was because I was so turned-on, or that I was around Angelica, I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was due to both. Either way, that same gene was inside me, and it was no longer latent. Anytime I got aroused, I was at risk of losing my manhood and gaining the opposite. Still, I rather liked having that finger inside me, and I kind of wanted to experience it again, even if it meant delaying the paperwork more.
After my cock returned—and I made sure that there wasn’t anything wrong with it—I went back to work and tried to focus on anything other than Angelica or what had been between my legs just minutes ago. Oh yeah, and that unforgettable orgasm.
I had been right from the start. The slut gene was real.
Twenty-four hours ago, my dick disappeared, and I hadn’t seen it since.
It’d been two days since Angelica’s surprise office visit. I kept thinking about it—the transformation, the sensation of a finger being inside me, turning into a full woman right before orgasm. Everything. And, each time I recalled that sensational series of events from start to finish, my dick would shrink away and turn into a pussy. It was impossible for me to become aroused without it happening.
Yesterday morning, I had woken with it. I didn’t know if some dream had caused the change, or if my body simply refused to grow a penis again. It didn’t matter. My fingers discovered that wet opening between my legs and went on pounding it. It was just like Angelica had said. Touching myself was all that mattered, and I pumped a pair of fingers into my new hole until I came. But once wasn’t enough. With my body shaking all over, I continued to penetrate my pussy until another orgasm hit, and then a third that left me gasping for breath.
And I knew I was a woman again. It wasn’t just between my legs. It was all over. I rolled out of bed just in time to feel those bouncing mounds on my chest, to feel my ass swinging back and forth. I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror just as I began to change back, female to male. The young woman faded into a man in his early thirties. I was back to normal again.
Well, except down below.
A full day later, I still had a pussy. It hadn’t gone away.
The first thing I did when I came into the office was throw myself into the chair, unzip my pants, and thrust my hand down between my legs. My crotch had been begging for attention ever since leaving the house, and putting two fingers into myself was all I could think about. I was like a cocaine addict getting his latest fix.
A slut puts sexual pleasure above all else.
My pussy was always wet, and it bothered me. It was like when you start drooling at the sight of food. Well, my pussy was always drooling and aching for attention. Angelica had mentioned something similar, about her womanhood soaking her panties so much that she needed to change them frequently. Judging by the wet stain in the center of my male briefs, I knew exactly what she meant. When the fabric was soaked with juice, it had an irritating habit of sticking to me right between the legs. It served to only remind me that I was different down there, and that my new sexual organs were never complacent.
I managed to achieve three orgasms before lunch—in between seeing patients. By one o’clock I was shifting in my seat again, trying to avoid putting too much pressure on that sensitive region between my legs. It also didn’t help that I could smell myself. The aroma of my new pleasure hole was all over my fingers. Cleaning them with hot water and sanitizer didn’t seem to help. I had been rubbing myself so much that the scent of my pussy was embedded in the pores of my skin.
Susan notified me that I had a short-notice one o’clock appointment with a young woman. I was almost thrilled to see her again. You wouldn’t believe how good the orgasms were when I imagined her licking my new pussy!
“Jack, more pussy problems?” Angelica asked.
I attempted mannerly conversation. “Skipping school again?”
“Doctor’s note, remember?” She didn’t have a backpack with her. “That flu is real nasty. Can’t risk giving it to the teachers or students, you know? Bill wants to meet me later, out by the bleachers. He knows I’m not really sick. Don’t know if I want to risk it, though. Teachers might see me. But, it has been two days since I’ve given him head. I kinda want to taste it again. And he’s always go
t a huge load of cum for me. He’s really the best.”
I swear to God, I actually imagined Angelica sneaking back onto the school lot and meeting Bill under the bleachers. I had no idea what he looked like, but my mind filled in the blanks—some muscular hunk over six feet tall with his cock hanging out underneath his football jersey. Only, when Angelica got down onto her knees to take it into her mouth, it was me grabbing the shaft of it and wrapping my lips around the head.
My pussy burned suddenly, and I nearly shoved a hand down my pants to work things out down there. Angelica’s presence was the only thing that stopped me.
“So, have you learned to turn your dick into a pussy and back again?” Angelina jumped up onto my desk, planting her rear on a small stack of paperwork. Her short skirt left nothing to the imagination, and she definitely wasn’t wearing any panties.
“There’s a problem with that,” I said.
“Oh yeah? You lost your power? Bummer.”
“Not quite.” I showed her. “It’s been like this for a full day. It won’t change back.” As crazy as it sounded, Angelica was the only person I trusted with this information. Despite our obvious differences, we were connected. I was certain beyond doubt that the unknown gene—the slut gene—was responsible for her radical change in behavior over two years ago, and now I was going through the same transition. I knew it was unbelievable, but I was becoming a slut just like her. And it was highly unlikely that there was any way to stop it.
“Oh Jack!” Her eyes lit up when I showed her that pretty little pussy of mine. “For a whole day? That means you had to sit to pee, doesn’t it?”
I blushed. “Yeah, sure.” I was hoping for a more professional chat, but this was Angelica after all. Angelica the slut. “I’m always aroused.”
“Sounds like me.” She hopped off the desk and came closer. “And it’s a real one, just like the other day.”
Weeks ago, Preacher Tom had visited me looking for some insight on why his daughter acted the way she did. He came to me because I had knowledge and experience with all sorts of different men and women, countless diseases and disorders. But now I felt like the patient. I was the one looking for answers, searching for a way to describe what was happening to my body, and wanting to know if this was going to get worse or not. What was between my legs could be hidden. No one else had to know that I’d lost my dick through some freak genetic disorder. But, was the change to my genitals the end, or only the beginning?
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