Chris woke to his alarm at 5:45 on Monday of week six, and he’d removed his mouth guard and consumed a stream of pink water before his eyes were even open. He shifted his jaw and lips to try and loosen them, as the mouth guard had been doing...whatever it does all night. His phone displayed 'download complete' on ‘Big Cock Mansion.’ He scoffed and pretended not to care, but his chest fluttered at the thought of booting it up. He couldn’t even fool himself anymore.

Jumping out of bed, Chris made his way to the restroom and removed his nose strip and sleep mask. He furrowed his nose to let it stretch out and ran his hands up his smooth jaw. He certainly wouldn’t need to shave today! His purple nails gently palpated his shrinking nose. It gave him a distinctly younger appearance. He wondered how young he was going to look when all was said and done. He was curious to see where the buck would stop. Surely he couldn’t slip into the early twenties or even...the teens? This had to be as far as he could go!

Chris noticed his purple nail polish was running dry. He’d have to switch to green or red soon. Nonetheless, he soaked the remaining purple with the applicator and expertly filled in areas on his nails that had chipped or faded. He did the same with his feet, noticing how compact and smooth they had become. It was no wonder his old, stolen shoes didn’t fit well anymore!

Shifting his attention to his daily cleanser and moisturizer, Chris carefully applied and let the product soak in. He collected his shoulder-length, brunette hair and tied it into a ponytail while considering a haircut. Maybe it was time? He combed a few errant strands with his fingers and thought it through. After examining his face from multiple angles, he shrugged. He felt like he looked pretty good with longer hair!

Next, he brushed his teeth and checked his diamond studs. They still gleamed in his ears. He didn’t even feel their weight pulling on his lobes anymore. With his morning routine complete, Chris made his way back to his bedroom. He reluctantly slipped on the soft pink shorts from the previous day. He’d run several miles and cleaned the house while wearing them, so they had a distinct B.O. smell.

Despite that, he still opted to disregard the lacy boy shorts. He also decided against wearing the top. Sure, his puffy chest was out, but he was a man, so it was acceptable. Besides, he’d gone without a shirt for the workout many times.

As he didn’t have any other options, Chris stepped into the ‘Wifey’ flip-flops, which matched his shorts.

He cleaned up his bedroom and glided down the stairs, noticing how his bare man boobs jiggled on his torso. He scratched at his chest when it suddenly started to itch. His tiny, hard nipples sent tingles down his spine. Chris was worried about his swollen pecs! He desperately needed to talk to Doctor Sapphire!

Once on the ground level, Chris spent some time prowling around the house and finding things to clean. The work was meticulous and tedious, but he pictured Sylvie and her positive attitude fluttering around the room, and he felt inspired to be thorough. When he heard the sound of the front door slamming, Chris scuttled to the foyer to greet Miss Valentine.

Miss Valentine wore a white sports bra and blue yoga pants. Her brunette hair was in a ponytail, and she had diamond studs in her ears. Chris quickly realized that he and Miss Valentine had a lot of similarities. He hated to admit it, but he noticed with his smaller nose, diminished jaw, and thickened lips that even their faces were alike! She looked like his older sister! Her piercing eyes found Chris’ exposed chest, and she grew a smirk as she examined him.

She spoke in a lukewarm alto, “Good morning, Mr. Evans. I heard your house was burglarized. I’m sorry to hear that happened. I brought you some clothing to help you get through your workouts. I expect you to wear everything I give you, or you’ll get nothing.”

She held out a plastic shopping bag, which Chris reluctantly accepted. What did she expect from him now?

Brad lumbered through the threshold, and his eyes immediately fixated on Chris’ chest. His gigantic muscles were barely contained in a tiny lifting tank.

Chris felt his cheeks burning, and he lifted his free arm to cover his squishy pecs. He was covering his chest like a girl!

Brad’s deep voice rumbled through the foyer, “Hey, Chris! Heard you had a rough weekend, buddy. It’ll all be okay once we hit the gym! It’s the best place to forget your problems and get a pump!” He added with a chuckle, “You’re already looking pretty...swole, if you know what I mean!”

Brad flexed his rippling biceps, and Chris felt his nipples hardening beneath his arm and his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Horny energy surged through his veins, and he took several ragged breaths.

Chris cleared his throat and took in a big puff of air freshener before speaking with his highly feminized voice, “Thank you both, like, so much! It was sorta scary, you know?”

Brad and Miss Valentine were both caught off guard by Chris’ voice. It wasn’t just high-pitched; his intonation, speech pattern, uptalk, vowel elongation, inflection, and insecure delivery were a complete 180 from a few days prior. He didn’t sound like a man mimicking a woman’s voice; he sounded like a natural woman.

Miss Valentine shook her head and pointed to the bag as she ordered, “Go ahead and wear everything in the bag, Mr. Evans. You can’t exercise in sweaty shorts and flip-flops.”

Chris dropped his covering hand and immediately felt Brad’s eyes on his chest once again. He pulled items from the bag and gasped. There was a pair of gray yoga pants, a tiny red sports bra, purple women’s tennis shoes, and...a skimpy red thong!?

He tutted and whined, “Tch, I can’t wear these. I kinda think they’re, like, too girly for me?”

Miss Valentine’s attitude quickly soured. She crossed her arms over her sports bra. Chris gulped and felt her eyes burning into him. He stared at the floor.

She growled, “What, are you too manly to wear proper workout attire? You think those man boobs don’t need a little support? You think your pathetic little cock doesn’t need something to insulate it from rubbing?”

Chris complained into the floor, “But—but why does it need to be a thong? I sorta want to wear the boy shorts if that’s okay?”

Miss Valentine shook her head. “No, it’s not okay, Chrissy. Boy shorts have too much material and ride up during hard workouts in yoga pants.”

Chris took a gulp of air freshener and squeaked, “Don’t—don’t call me ‘Chrissy,’ okay?”

Miss Valentine examined her fingernails and talked down to Chris, “Well, when you act like a spoiled, prissy girl, I’ll refer to you like one.”

His pride took a heavy blow at Miss Valentine’s words. He somehow managed to hold back tears. Was he acting ungratefully? Was it really a big deal if he wore some skimpy clothing in his own home? With a heavy sigh, Chris looked down at the thong. It was just a red triangle of fabric attached to a string. Was it really so bad that he’d risk pissing off Miss Valentine for virtually no gain?

Knowing the protocol of changing in front of Miss Valentine, Chris kicked off his flip-flops and pulled his shorts to the floor. He covered his shriveled penis and balls with one hand while the other struggled with the thong. He stepped into the foot holes and slid the skimpy garment up his hairless legs. The red triangle caressed his genitals while the string wedged into his ass. The side strings rested above his slight hips. He tried pulling them down, but the strings refused to stay level with the triangle and somehow crawled back up to his hips. He could see his tiny bulge in the front of the thong and felt more support than he expected. The wedgie in his ass would take some getting used to!

Once the thong was in place, Chris dragged the gray yoga pants up his legs. They hugged him like a second skin. Once he got to his waist, however, he ran out of material. These were low-rise pants! It left the strings from his thong sticking way out over the waistband. He could see the outline of his skimpy underwear through the thin material!

He pushed the strings down but found they would pop up again and again. It was frustrating and made Chris feel silly and...slutty... He swam the sports bra over his head and secured it over his man boobs. They fit into the built-in cups perfectly and matched his visible thong! He had to get Doctor Sapphire on the case; these almost looked like actual breasts!

Chris stepped into the purple tennis shoes, noticing they matched his nail polish.

The soles of the shoes were really uncomfortable. Chris felt his heel was pressed up, almost as if he were standing on a steep ramp. He waved it away by figuring his new shoes needed to be broken in. He checked the lip and saw there was no tag to gauge the size.

With his outfit fully in place, Chris shifted his weight around and felt the clothing moving with his body. He had to admit they fit him pretty well. His jiggly chest was held tightly by the top, even if he moved quickly. He knew he could work out effectively in this stuff.

Satisfied, Miss Valentine stepped to the kitchen, followed by Chris. Brad took up the rear and used the opportunity to stare at Chris’s ass. Chris could feel Brad’s lustful eyes drinking in his thong and tight yoga pants. His hips swayed lightly, and his butt bounced beneath Brad’s stare. Chris felt another flutter in his chest. The image of Brad ripping off his workout shorts and whipping out his... Chris shook his head and focused. He couldn’t let himself get distracted! He wasn’t gay!

In the kitchen, Miss Valentine placed Chris’ breakfast and pills in front of him.

She dumped half a bottle of syrup on the plate before Chris could even take a bite. He began eating in small bites while crossing his legs on the stool. The meal was already substantial enough, but the thick syrup made it even heavier. He managed to clean the plate, which caused some cramping in his flat stomach. He couldn’t fit another bite! Chris itched his chest and swallowed his pills with a swish of pink water.

The trio headed to the basement and stretched to allow time for Chris’ food to settle. Chris was on the floor, stretching out his hamstrings, when Miss Valentine excused herself to the restroom. It was a common thing for her to do just before a workout.

When she was gone, Brad jogged across the floor and spoke down to Chris. His deep voice was subdued to a whisper, “Hey, Chris. I heard you were disappointed in your gains.”

Chris nodded and chirped up at Brad, “Um, yeah, I kinda wish I had some more muscle, you know?”

Brad looked over his shoulder and crouched down until his hulking body was towering directly over Chris. Chris gulped and felt his heart rate quicken.

Brad whispered, “I can get you on the fast track if you want.”

“What do you, like, mean ‘fast track’?” Chris asked.

“This may surprise you, but I’m not all natural.”

Chris pretended to act shocked, “You don’t say?”

Brad nodded. “Look, I got good shit I can hit you with if you want. Shit, that skyrockets your strength-to-weight ratio. You’ll be pound for pound stronger than you are now by a mile.”

He held up a syringe filled with red liquid.

Chris hesitated. Was he really about to let Brad inject him with something? It would be awesome to finally have some genuine strength-building supplements.

He glanced towards the bathroom, knowing Miss Valentine wouldn’t approve.

Chris asked skeptically, “How would it work? I don’t wanna, you know, make Miss Valentine mad or anything.”

Brad flicked the syringe and pointed to Chris before explaining, “I hit your biceps and quads with a little squirt of this stuff, and you let the magic happen. I’m telling you, your strength-to-size will go through the roof.”

Chris held out his arms and nodded quickly, “Okay, let’s do it. You totally have to hurry, though!"

Brad smiled and stuck the needle into Chris’ arm. Chris took a sharp breath as a mild pain shot through his bicep. Brad squeezed the plunger slightly before withdrawing the needle and transitioning to Chris’ other arm. Another shot and another mild pain. Brad dropped to one knee and delivered two more jabs to Chris’ quads. When the needle was empty and Brad stood up, Chris had four pulsating points of pain on his body. He didn’t immediately feel anything beyond soreness from the needle itself.

Miss Valentine emerged with her stony face just as Brad slipped the empty needle into his pocket.

“Let’s start.” She ordered.

The workout proceeded just as it had the previous week. Chris and Brad performed lazy sets of weight training between Instagram breaks. It was now obvious to Chris how Brad was able to stay so jacked while doing almost no real exercising—he was on some crazy equipment! The jabs prior to the workout definitely made Chris more tender and weaker than normal. He could barely lift the bar by itself while doing a bench press. Thankfully, his clothing was comfortable and kept up with him—at least, everything except the shoes. For some reason, the shoes were still extremely uncomfortable, and Chris felt like his heel was pressing into the air at an awkward angle.

Just before the workout was complete, Brad excused himself and headed up the stairs. Chris didn’t think much of it and finished one final set of hammer curls with ten-pound dumbbells. When he racked the weight, Chris got onto the floor to stretch out just as Brad returned with an off-white protein shake.

He approached Chris, who eyed the shake and felt an immediate rush of arousal. His nipples hardened against the sports bra, and his chest leapt with anticipation. He sat up on his knees and received the glass, which was surprisingly warm. Brad stood directly in front of Chris with his hands on his hips and his legs open. He had a pretty significant bulge pressing just inches from Chris’ face. Chris guzzled the warm shake but found his eyes transfixed between Brad’s legs. His mind swam with fantasies of freeing Brad’s cock from its sweaty confines and shoving it down his throat. He let the thoughts linger for a while, figuring it wasn’t necessarily gay to have an errant thought here and there. The thick shake contained almost no flavor besides bitter and salty. It slid down Chris’ throat like warm, gooey, chunky yogurt.

When he’d finished the glass, Brad’s heavy voice spoke authoritatively, “You like that, Chrissy?”

Chris nodded his head and licked the inside of the glass, getting some thick, white liquid on his puffy lips. Brad reached his hand down to scoop the white liquid and shoved it between Chris’ lips. Chris immediately sucked the substance off Brad’s finger.

Brad’s bulge was a full-on erection as he grinned and whispered, “Good girl.”

Chris’ heart fluttered, and his head swam with a multitude of warring factions. They were vying for control of Chris, and he didn’t know how to react to Brad’s action. He struggled to his feet and felt the room beginning to spin. Luckily, Miss Valentine procured a bottle of sweet water, and Chris felt right as rain after a heavy gulp. The battle in his mind calmed down when he shifted his attention to the *slam* of his front door. He gave Miss Valentine his glass, and she swapped it for a spoon covered in thick peanut butter. Chris licked the spoon clean and made his way up the basement stairs.

When he got to the top, he saw Doctor Sapphire, who was standing next to a tall Black man. He was older than her by at least a decade or two and wore a wife beater, jeans, an expensive watch, and a brimmed hat. He eyed Chris suspiciously.

His hand was directly on Doctor Sapphire’s fat ass, which he was actively squeezing. She wore a backless red dress that barely covered her mid-thighs. Her voluminous black hair fell all about her back and shoulders. The dress had a deep V that exposed most of her belly and chest.

“This that client you was talkin’ bout?” The Black man asked. His voice was smooth, but something felt...dangerous beneath the surface. It was almost as if he were a predator stalking his prey. His eyes were lifeless as they scanned Chris up and down.

Doctor Sapphire nodded, “Yeah, thas’ them, Daddy.”

Daddy snickered to himself and squeezed Doctor Sapphire’s ass even harder before he spoke, “These white boys is lookin’ more like bitches every day!”

Chris crossed his arms and stared Daddy down. Who did he think he was?

Doctor Sapphire cleared her throat and spoke to Chris, “Don’t mind Daddy; he’s just jokin’. Ain’t that right, Daddy?”

Daddy gave Doctor Sapphire’s ass a swat and nodded, “Oh yeah. I’m just fuckin’ ‘round, wit choo. My names Daddy and I’m Sapphire’s...boyfriend.”

Miss Valentine and Brad crested the stairs. She noticed Daddy, and her eyes narrowed. Her voice was cold. “I didn’t know she’d be bringing you here, Mr. Lawrence.”

Daddy grinned, “I jus’ want to see how she makin’ so much money. Pretend I ain’t even here.”

Brad's expression was concern mixed with disapproval. He scanned Daddy and Doctor Sapphire before taking up a position directly behind Chris. It felt to Chris like Brad was guarding and protecting him.

Doctor Sapphire broke the obvious tension by speaking to Chris directly. She had a strangely ghetto accent that Chris didn’t recall her having previously. “Chris, I know you was strugglin’ wit’ yo itchy man titties and yo dick ain’t working.”

Daddy broke into a mocking laugh that tanked Chris’ confidence. His eyes sank to the floor, past his minuscule bulge, which was barely covered in a red string thong and gray yoga pants. He then shifted uncomfortably in his ill-fitting, raised women’s tennis shoes. He didn’t need Doctor Sapphire telling everybody his business!

She opened her purse and procured a needle filled with a clear liquid.

Chris stared at the needle and suddenly felt the four holes already poked in his body. He looked at her skeptically.

She motioned to the needle with her long, acrylic nails and explained, “Look, this stuff gon’ make all that itchin’ go away, honey. Two quick pokes and it’ll all be better. I ain’t done you wrong in the past!”

Chris’ eyebrows rose with surprise. He spoke with his feminine voice, “Um, actually, Doctor Sapphire, you, like, sorta never gave me anything that worked.”

She shook her head. “Child, you gotsta’ give that nose strip and mouth guard some time to do they thang!”

Daddy swatted Doctor Sapphire’s ass, causing her to yelp as she worked to convince Chris, “You gotsta trust me. Ima doctor! I help yo skinny ass with whateva’ you strugglin’ with.”

Chris contemplated her words as she bent over at the waist slightly to give Daddy better access. His hand snaked beneath her dress. His mind raced. Mr. Fletcher had vouched for her, but...did he really trust Mr. Fletcher's judgment any longer? He tapped his foot and felt anxious. He wished Sylvie was here to give him some guidance! What would she say? She’d probably stay positive and be trusting. Yeah, she would!

Chris nodded and approached the bent-over Doctor Sapphire. Daddy’s predatory eyes watched Chris from over Doctor Sapphire’s shoulder. Chris got close and pulled his red sports bra up to expose his man boobs. They flopped out, and he itched them with his long purple nails. She took a sharp breath as Daddy’s fingers explored her. She raised the needle and stuck it into Chris’ tiny areola. Chris felt a rush of pain and tingles while she squeezed the plunger. She withdrew the needle before driving it into his other areola and depositing the rest of the liquid alongside pain and tingles.

She stowed the needle in her purse and glanced up at Chris, who quickly covered his chest with the bra. Chris hoped she would come through this time.

She spoke up, “Now that gon’ help them titties stop itchin’. As fo’ yo’ dick, we gon’ do somethin' to help you stay sexually active. Ain’t gon’ get no pussy wif a limp cock.”

Chris shook his head as Daddy fingered Doctor Sapphire right in front of the group. What a strange doctor she was. What a crazy situation he found himself in. He’d gone this far; he had to see it through! If he could get back his ability to have sex and get a hard-on, he was all for it.

She moaned and pulled her crystal glasses from her purse.

Chris took the glasses and walked towards the couch with his normal sway. He had resigned himself to fully participating with whatever Doctor Sapphire recommended. But if this didn’t work, he silently promised himself he was done following her recommendations!

He heard Miss Valentine whisper something at Daddy and Doctor Sapphire who was full-throated moaning into the ceiling and grinding her pussy back towards Daddy. Miss Valentine followed Chris and gave him a reassuring nod. It made Chris feel better. He didn’t trust Miss Valentine like he did Sylvie, but he’d been through a lot with her, and she was much more consistent about her business than Doctor Sapphire was.

Miss Valentine whipped out her laptop and started a new show that he’d never seen.

Chris’ attention was instantly drawn to the show; his eyes glazed over and his brain became fuzzy. He sat on the couch, crossed his legs, and took a deep breath before groggily placing the goggles on his head.

He didn’t know how this was supposed to help his erectile dysfunction, but he’d give it a try. The light was diffused into a million pieces. Miss Valentine clicked the crystal, and the light started to swirl, pushing Chris into a deeper trance.

Before he fell into a swirling slumber, he heard Doctor Sapphire screaming “Yes, Daddy!” and Miss Valentine’s voice yelling from across the room in an angry tone. He couldn’t quite make out what she was saying as the world faded out.

Chris had crazy, vivid dreams. The voice of a woman directed him to do things in his head. Her authority was quickly becoming absolute, and he instantly snapped to follow whatever she told him to do. The scant remnants of his manly voice were like an echo in the wind, lamenting its deteriorating power with a faint, forlorn whistling.

There were various cosmetics and pretty outfits and...cocks? He submissively followed the woman’s directions, draping himself in dresses and skirts, dolling up his face, and sucking on a myriad of fat dicks. Meanwhile, he was intently watching and absorbing a show about California bimbos and their various dramas. He was vaguely aware that his limp body was being manipulated in real life. He didn’t know anything beyond that because the woman commanded him to stop paying attention to it and return to the nearest penis.

The swirling goggles ensured he was stuck in a deep trance as hour after hour ticked by. Finally, when darkness filled the room, Doctor Sapphire clicked the goggles off. Chris snapped awake and sat up in a puddle of sweat. Thankfully, Miss Valentine was ready with a bottle of pink water. Chris swallowed greedily, and the room stopped spinning after a few short seconds.

The needle pricks on Chris’ arms, legs, and pecs felt even more sore than before. He winced while standing. Once on his feet, he realized his heels were even worse than the needle marks! His heels were crying out in pain! He felt a tightness in his groin, as if his cock was being squished. In the darkness he couldn’t see what Doctor Sapphire had done. He reached his hand down and felt...nothing? He fished his hand into his yoga pants and thong only to feel smoothness where his cock and balls should be. He slid a little further down and felt something that absolutely should not be there! His long fingernails brushed against a pair of hairless, vaginal lips. He screamed and shifted his hand around, finding only soft, wet female genitalia!

Doctor Sapphire flicked on a light and yelled, “Don’t freak out, Chrissy!”

Chris whimpered and tore down his pants and thong to uncover a vagina attached to his body! It puffed out between his legs. It looked so real!

Brad was watching in the background with interest. He slowly moved closer with his hungry eyes squarely between Chris’ thighs while Miss Valentine was busy stowing her laptop. Even in crisis, she remained all business.

Daddy was laughing hysterically from a nearby seat. He pointed to Chris’ new genitals and chortled, “Damn! Look’at that pussy! Never thought I’d see a white man with a tight lil’ white cunt! ‘Sexiest man alive’? How ‘bout ‘Girliest bitch alive!’ He jostled his package while laughing, “Bounce them pussy lips round my fat black dick, slut!”

Chris’ eyes darted all around his groin. He looked like a girl! Daddy’s insults sounded far away due to Chris’ abject shock. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and his brain was struggling mightily to process it.

He babbled towards Doctor Sapphire listlessly, “Wh-what-what is—”

Doctor Sapphire repeated, “Don’t freak out, Chrissy. It’s okay. It ain’t real.”

Chris tentatively flicked the slippery labia between his legs and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t feel anything; it wasn’t real! He pushed against the smooth area where his penis should have been and felt increased pressure on it. It was buried in there somewhere!

He turned with wide, pleading green eyes to Doctor Sapphire for answers. Her hair was a mess, her lipstick was smeared, and she had an obvious cum stain directly on the front of her dress.

She spoke calmly and slowly, “I know you scared, Chrissy. I’d be too if I woke up wif a dick! It’s just a really ‘spensive prosthetic.”

Chris felt his emotions bubbling over before sputtering, “B-but why?”

Doctor Sapphire winked, “Try stuffin’ somethin’ in that hole; you gon’ love it an’ be able to get busy again, jus’ like I promised! ‘Sides, you gotta wear this when filmin’ anyway. Gon’ get you used to it ‘fore then as a bonus.”

Chris rubbed his hand along his stomach until he found a barely recognizable seam. He tried to tug at it only to find it wouldn’t budge in the slightest.

Doctor Sapphire explained, “Oh, yeah, you gon’ have to deal wif dat pussy for a while. The glue takes a few months to wear off.”

“Mon-months!?” Chris shrieked. “How is this, like, going to work? I kinda need a dick to play a male-to-female transgender, right?”

Miss Valentine butted in with a cold snap from across the room, “What do you mean, Chrissy?”

Chris placed his hands on his hips and threw a fit: “If I can’t get this prosthetic vagina off, how can I appear on camera as, like, a trans woman? How can I, like, inspire a generation and totally highlight the struggles of the trans community if I don’t have my penis showing? Isn’t that, sort of, vital for a male-to-female transgender person?”

Miss Valentine chuckled, “Oh, Ms. Evans, nobody told you? The main character in ‘A Woman’s Soul’ isn’t male-to-female.” Time seemed to slow as she uttered a sentence that sent Chris reeling: “They’re female-to-male.”

Chris felt lightheaded as the realization hit him like a truck. It confirmed what he already knew deep down. They weren’t thinning him out to make him a believable male-to-female trans character; they were turning him into a woman! His emotions flared, and he began to openly weep while collapsing on the couch. He pulled up his thong and yoga pants, noticing how strangely the underwear felt nestled against his smooth crotch.

Surprisingly, coming to the emotional rescue was Brad. He plopped onto the couch next to Chris. His weight nearly sent Chris careening to the floor.

He pulled Chris close with his heavy arm and whispered in a deep, soothing voice, “Don’t cry, Chrissy. Anything that diet and supplements can do, they can undo. You’re going to crush the fuck outta this role, win every accolade imaginable, and be back to your old self in no time.”

Chris sniffled and curled up against Brad’s rock-hard body. It made him feel...safe? Could he really undo everything that was happening? He let silence prevail, waiting to hear what Brad had to say.

Brad continued, “I promise you, babe, if I know anything, it’s how to bulk somebody up and overwhelm any obstacle with copious testosterone. I won’t stop hanging with you until you’re back to your normal self. You already put so much into this; you can’t give up now just cause they slapped a rubber thing on your dick. You’re so much stronger than that!”

Chris’ blurry vision rose to meet the smiling, hyper-masculine face of Brad. Chris took in a big breath of air freshener before coughing and asking, “You, like, won’t leave my side or anything?”

Miss Valentine approached and sat down next to Chris. Her expression was blank, and her voice was plain. “My contract stipulates my training with you extends until you’re back to your normal self and...happy. You know I always follow through on my commitments, Ms. Evans.”

Chris wiped his tears away and felt warmth radiating in his chest. He had come so far; he couldn’t just quit!

Chris crossed his legs, feeling the absence of his junk. He felt an unusual confidence and anger flowing through his veins. His voice reflected it: “You all need to, like, listen to me! I’m tired of being manipulated and tricked, okay? If you want me to stay on this project, you had better start coming clean about what we’re, like, doing with all these pills and gadgets and junk! I need you to promise to be transparent from now on, okay? If you can’t tell me the truth, I’m out!”

Miss Valentine nodded, “I can do that, Ms. Evans. We’ve been through a lot together these last few months, and I believe you deserve the full truth. I’m sorry you feel as though I’ve been dishonest with you. That was never my intention, and I genuinely apologize if you felt that way. I think you know by now that everything I do is for your benefit. You have to trust me, and you have to trust what we’re doing here. If you succeed, we all succeed.”

Brad chimed in, “Me too, Chrissy. I’ll be honest with you—always! I’m on your side and always have been!”

Doctor Sapphire ground her ass against Daddy in his chair and giggled, “Yeah, I’ll be straight wit’choo, honey.”

With that, Chris stood on his uncomfortable tennis shoes, prepared to test this newfound transparency. He liked each member of his team; hell, he TRUSTED them. But, when it came down to it, were they really on his side? He turned to Miss Valentine and snapped, “First, why are these darn shoes, like, so fricking uncomfortable?”

Miss Valentine answered instantly and plainly, “They have a modified heel to prepare your feet for wearing high heels. I’ll be introducing them shortly because your character has to naturally walk in heels for several scenes. It seemed prudent to me that you begin your heel training slowly and naturally.”

Chris tested his shoes once again and winced at the shooting pain. It made sense. It felt...relieving to finally get a straight answer.

Doctor Sapphire and Daddy exited while Brad, Miss Valentine, and Chris headed to the kitchen. Chris noticed how his thighs slid against one another when nothing dangled between them. Daddy took a few seconds to ruin the mood and laugh at Chris while placing his hand squarely on Doctor Sapphire’s buttocks.

Chris yelled from across the foyer, “Doctor Sapphire, are you even, like, a real doctor?”

Doctor Sapphire cackled, “Of course I ain’t, hun. I’m a muthafuckin’ ho! But, them production people send me gadgets and chemicals and shit to give to you when you need sumthin’. I's just here doin' what they ask. You gon’ get me fired cuz I ain’t no doctor?”

It was starting to make sense. Sapphire was just another cog in the production machine. But she hadn't been mean, abusive, or disrespectful to him at any point. In Chris’ book, Sapphire was alright. The real question was, did he trust production?

Chris shook his head and smiled. “No, I think I totally want you to stick around. By the way, what is that shot, like, going to do to my chest?”

Sapphire craned her head over her shoulder and answered gleefully, “It really is gon’ stop that itchiness...with the side effect of makin’ yo’ areola big an’ juicy. It’ll fade over time, tho, hun, so you don’t gotta worry ‘bout no long term effects.”

Daddy groaned and complained, “Let's go, ho! You got a long night ahead of you!”

Chris pulled his sports bra down and glanced at his areola. He could have sworn he already noticed a change. They looked slightly wider and less masculine. He was really in the shit now! At least the itchiness would go away. Before he could ask her any other questions, Sapphire and Daddy closed the front door behind them. It seemed that Sapphire was about to start her REAL job.

Making his way into the kitchen, Chris sat down on the stool and crossed his legs.

Miss Valentine dropped a plate of tacos in front of Chris.

Alongside his pills.

Chris spoke up, “What are these pills, exactly? I’ve been taking them for months now!”

Miss Valentine leaned against the wall and nonchalantly answered, “Honestly, I don’t know exactly what they all are because they come directly from production. I do know that a couple are actual supplements, others are testosterone blockers, and the last few are experimental female hormone boosters. They’re all designed to fade with time and need to be constantly reapplied to remain effective; hence why you have to take them twice a day. When you stop taking them, I'm told, you’ll return to your normal self in a matter of days.”

Chris nodded along. He figured as much. It explained why he had random bouts of intense emotion and why his fat was distributing in a way it hadn’t in the past. Miss Valentine seemed genuine, and Chris took her explanation to heart.

He munched his tacos and swallowed his pills with a swig of sweet water before chirping, “I’m curious... Did you or the production crew break into my house and, like, steal my clothes, my jewelry, and my wallet?”

Miss Valentine crossed her arms and shook her head. “No, sorry, Ms. Evans. We had nothing to do with it.”

Chris sighed and pleaded, “Please don’t call me, ‘Ms.’ I still have my dick. It’s kinda ticking me off, you know?”

Miss Valentine pointed to Chris’ crotch, “So long as you have that vagina between your legs, I’ll refer to you as ‘Ms.’ Besides, you should get familiar with people treating you like a woman.”

Chris sighed and finished his meal. He couldn't control Miss Valentine, and getting angry about her words would only make things worse. It was just words! He glanced over to Brad, who was sitting quietly at the kitchen table. He hadn’t thrown a question at Brad in a while, so he squeaked over to him, “What are those shots you gave me actually going to do?”

Brad giggled to himself and answered in a deep boom, “I wasn’t lying when I said it would make your strength-to-size ratio increase. The shots will shrink your body til you’re around an average woman. There’s another set of shots that does the exact opposite so we can always fix it.”

Chris removed his ponytail and ran his hands through his silky, beyond-shoulder-length hair while contemplating the implications of being short. He furrowed his brow and threw up his hands. “Why lie to me all this time? That’s the part I totally don’t, like, understand! I’m supposed to FULLY trust people that spent weeks hiding things from me!?”

Miss Valentine yawned into her hand and collected Chris’ plate before answering, “Chris, I never relished hiding things from you. It’s honestly relieving to finally be fully transparent with you. The prevailing thought was you wouldn’t be on board until you were more invested in the project. Now that you’ve put so much time and effort in, I think it’s only fair that you understand everything that’s going on. Be honest, would you have let Brad shoot you up with chemicals or used my hair growth shampoo if we’d told you what it was a few months ago?”

Chris sighed, “No, I guess that’s true. I’m, like, so glad it’s all out in the open now.”

Miss Valentine yawned again, “Yeah, sure, Ms. Evans. See you tomorrow. For the love of God, take a shower.”

Chris stood from the stool and sniffed his hairless armpit. He...had a definite stink and hadn’t showered all day. He turned and headed into the foyer with his mind still racing and thinking about all the new information. As he turned towards the stairs, a loud *SMACK* echoed into the ceiling, and Chris yelped as Brad spanked his ass while walking out.

Brad's deep voice reverberated into the tall ceiling, “See you tomorrow, Chrissy!”

Chris rubbed his butt cheek and cursed under his breath. He tried to ignore the rush of arousal coursing through his veins, but his expanding nipples hardened, and he experienced a hot, sticky feeling between his legs. The door closed behind Miss Valentine and Brad, leaving Chris alone in his dark house. He listened to his high-pitched, fast breathing and focused on the alien feeling between his legs. He charged up the stairs and burst into his room. He saw his cell phone lying on the end table. Another flush of arousal hit him. ‘Big Cock Mansion’ was ready to be played!

He stormed into the bathroom and pulled his clothing off. He had to practically peel his thong from between his thighs, as they were coated in a clear, sticky fluid. He reached his hand between his sopping labia and pulled out a strand of very realistic-looking female cum. He sniffed at it and recoiled. It even smelled like natural female arousal!

Now that he was alone, Chris felt comfortable enough to explore the hole he would be stuck with for the foreseeable future. His fingers teased his vaginal lips, which were completely disconnected. Despite that, he still couldn’t get over how real they felt! He dug his finger inside, and his legs began to quiver as a shockwave of pleasure shot up his spine. Chris took a series of fast, horny breaths and stumbled into the shower. He wasn’t ready to explore further than that at the moment!

In the water, Chris tentatively felt for the seam on the prosthetic. He could barely feel it and could only see it if he had perfect lighting and knew it was there. The various needle marks on his body were still a little tender, but the warm water felt nice. He gently washed himself using Miss Valentine’s signature, no-label products. He knew the products were subtly feminizing his body, just like everything else in the house, but he was okay with it for the time being. He could always cut his hair if he needed to, and everything else he had asked about was easily reversible. He made a mental note to continue asking about anything and everything.

After the shower, Chris brushed his teeth and combed out his long hair. He picked up his moisturizer and face cleanser to examine them. He had to remember to ask Sylvie what her role in all this was. He had to make sure she was on board with the whole ‘transparency’ thing. Nonetheless, he conducted his daily skin care routine. He popped in his mouth guard and applied a nasal strip. He knew Sapphire wasn’t the great doctor she originally claimed to be, but she seemed knowledgeable about the stuff she was giving him. He had to remember to ask her what the mouth guard and nasal strip actually did. He had his suspicions, but it would have felt great to get them confirmed.

With his nightly routines complete, Chris eyed the toilet warily. He only had to pee, but he wasn’t sure how it worked with his new appliance. He lifted the toilet seat and adopted his normal, manly peeing stance. Surely this thing was all for show? This was the perfect time to test it out. He relaxed his bladder, and hot piss rushed out and sprayed the water, the rim, the floor, and everything in between. He tried angling his hips and standing directly over the bowl, but his stream was wild and uncontrollable. He forced himself to stop and turned to sit down without lowering the seat. He crashed into the water and cursed at the ceiling. How could he forget the toilet seat? Chris struggled to his feet and put the seat down before squatting and relaxing once again. His stream started and splashed into the water at a completely different angle than he was used to. He shifted his hips and blasted his stream directly down. It made a distinctively feminine, very unfamiliar, *FRUSH* sound. When Chris was finished, he stood and used toilet paper to clean the area. He felt wetness between his legs and noticed his labia were gleaming. He gathered more paper and patted himself dry. He stood and stared at the toilet, reconciling that he wouldn’t be standing to pee for a few months.

Stepping back into his bedroom naked, Chris shivered when he picked up his pink cell phone. He was SO looking forward to this! He slipped under the covers and booted up ‘Big Cock Mansion.’ Immediately, a VERY realistic, naked man appeared on the screen with a girthy, foot-long dick swinging between his legs. Chris felt a quick surge of arousal as the warmth between his legs began again. His brain got fuzzy when he started playing the new game, and his big, green eyes glazed over. ‘Big Cock Mansion’ was very straightforward and required almost no thought or strategy. Basically, no matter how well or how poorly Chris played, there was a constant stream of penises in all sizes and shapes flashing, thrusting, and cumming across the screen.

Chris’ free hand snaked between his open legs after the first half hour. The differing location of male and female genitalia made it so his hidden penis was situated directly against the top of his new cavity. His penis felt stimulation whenever he rubbed against it with his new clitoris acting as his cockhead, but his fake vaginal canal was otherwise disconnected. The prosthetic felt soft, wet, and real against his finger, but he obviously didn't feel anything beyond that unless he stimulated the top of his cavity or his clit. When he slid his finger against the upper wall, directly adjacent to his hidden penis, he still wasn’t getting hard, but his arousal mounted as if he were. When his body became aroused, the appliance somehow knew and responded accordingly by becoming hot, wet, and open. He was finding new ways to tease and titillate himself while hairy, muscular men flashed through his mind. He was slowly approaching orgasm when he unlocked a special encounter. There, on his screen, was Chris’ ‘Avengers’ co-star Chris Hemsworth in his Thor costume!

Chris bucked his hips and propped his phone on his leg to allow one hand to finger-fuck himself and stimulate his buried cock while the other pinched his diamond-tipped nipples. It felt vile, it felt embarrassing to masturbate while imagining a co-star he once considered an equal—but in that moment Chris didn’t care! Hemsworth was HOT—Hemsworth was everything Chris wasn’t!

Hemsworth threw his hammer down and began tearing pieces of his costume off. Chris bit his lower lip and imagined Hemsworth bursting into his bedroom with his gleaming, muscular body rippling with veins and hair. Chris’ breaths were coming in rapidly, and his heart was pounding as virtual Hemsworth gripped his massive rod and shook it directly at the screen. Chris’ toes curled as an explosion of pleasure filled his body with orgasmic bliss. He was cumming like a girl to a fantasy of his manly co-star! His rational brain would have stopped him, but Chris was anything but rational with his fingers stuffed in his prosthetic pussy!

Hemsworth’s sweaty cock sputtered and covered Chris’ screen with semen. Chris’ entire lower body quivered, and his eyes fluttered uncontrollably. He’d never experienced anything like this before! His whole body was throbbing! There was a massive, dark, wet spot soaking the sheets, and the stench of female arousal filled the air. Chris pulled his hand away and saw his long, purple nails gleam with lubrication. He dropped his head onto the pillow and contemplated his situation. Had he just had a female orgasm while fantasizing about cock? He put his phone down and thought better than to give it further thought. He wasn’t gay; he just got off to something gay this ONE time.

Chris drifted to sleep with multiple powerful chemicals running through his veins and a stinky wet spot coating his sheets.

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