When Brett awoke, he was in a bright white room. It was sparsely furnished, and the light on the roof was a single bulb. He got up from the bed and rubbed the back of his head. He looked down at his body, and recoiled. He was completely naked except for a pair of bright pink girls panties. He let out an audible gasp, and ran to the metal door, banging on it. “Let me out you monsters!” A small window in the door slid open and someone dressed in a cops uniform looked in. “You alright?”

“No, arsehole! Where am I? What did you do to me?” Brett yelled, still banging on the door. The cop slid the window back closed and opened the door. Brett flew at him, but he stepped aside. “We found you on Fendlight Avenue.” He said. Brett turned to punch him, but then realised what he’d just said. “You found me?”

“Yeah, you were laying there, looked drunk. We picked you up, brought you back here.” The cop responded. Brett motioned to the panties. “Then why am I wearing these?”

“You tell me. That’s how you were found. Gave us something to laugh at.” The cop was almost sniggering. Brett held back. He just wanted to get home. James must be really worried by now. “I wasn’t drunk. Someone hit me!”

“That’s not what your boyfriend said.” Brett recoiled. They’d talked to James?

“What did he say?”

“It’s more what he didn’t. According to him, you spend last night out drinking, came home like that, and started yelling at him. Your neighbours called us, but by the time I got there, you’d left. I picked you up a few minutes later and kept you here.”

“That’s not true! I went to see Adam, and then I was walking home. A guy stuck a bag over my head and I got hit!” The cop looked at him quizzically, and started walking down the rows of cells, Brett following. He reached the desk at the front, and sat down, looking back at the comical sight of a stud in girls panties. “Adam who?”

“Adam Grey, he’s a mate of mine who lives on Day Ridge. His dad’s a cop, you know him?”

“Dave? Yeah, I know him. He’s in Canada for two weeks. Him and his family. Looks like you really did drink a lot. Now, do you wanna go now, or stick around until the next shift arrives?” Brett nodded, confused. “Can I have some clothes?”

Brett reached his flat and pulled open the door. He walked in and looked around. He was wearing a dirty police shirt two sizes too big, pulled down to cover the bright pink panties. James was sitting on the sofa, drinking beer and watching TV. “James!” Brett said, angrily and walked up to him, blocking the TV. James looked up nonchalantly. “Hi Brett. Good day?”

“No, actually. I have a few questions to ask now. First, why did I wake up in a cell this morning wearing these? And why did you tell the cops I was drunk?” Brett fumed. James continued to drink, and craned his neck around to see the TV. Brett grabbed the remote and stabbed it. The picture vanished. “I want answers!” He yelled. James put the beer down and sat back, stretching his arms back over his head. “Yes officer!” He mockingly chirped. Brett pulled off the shirt. James looked at him and smirked. “Well, to start, I think I should make a confession. I’m not gay.” Brett went to yell something, but James held his hand up. “I’m not saying I don’t love you, it’s just I’m not a faggot. Anyway, I’ve got a friend who knows a guy who’s brother works in a lab. They were testing a new virus to castrate farm animals en masse. When they tested it, though, it had a slightly odd effect. The mice they had injected it with changed gender. Male mice were converted into perfect females, with the one fault being that they didn’t have working ovaries.”

“What’s this got to do with anything?” Brett asked, a sinking feeling already beginning to set in. James sat for a second looking at Brett, who stood there in nothing but the panties, a stark feminine contrast to his otherwise masculine body. James continued. “Aren’t you gonna take them off?”

“Um…” Brett looked down at them, embarrassed. “Well?” James smirked back. Brett looked up and him, his face bright red. “I quite like them.”

And it was true. Despite everything that he felt he should stand for, a small nagging feeling in his gut liked the panties. He felt more at home in them, even though the bulge of his cock pressed them outwards. “What have you done to me?” he whimpered. James continued, his voice more smarmy than before. “I love you Brett, but I’m just not gay. I knocked you out and bought you back here. You weren’t meant to be at work next week, so I kept you here, sedated. At the end of the week, yesterday, I injected you with the virus and dumped you back on Fendlight. I put the panties on you to test if it was working. It obviously is.” James continued to sit there, looking up at Brett, who was trembling. James wasn’t sure it was anger of sadness. “Then why aren’t I a woman?”

“It’s never been tested on humans before. Maybe it won’t do anything. The guy who gave it to me said that if it didn’t do anything, it’d wear off in a day or two. Beer?”

James offered Brett a can, and Brett took it, gulping it down. He was still trying to sort things through in his head. He scrunched the can up and threw it down on the table. “Why though, James…” He started, but realised his voice was higher than usual. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Why…” The same result. He clutched his throat. James smiled. “He also said that a second dose might kick start things.” He glanced down at the empty beer can on the table and smiled. “How’re you feeling?”

Brett did feel a little strange. His chest was tingling, and it was hard to breath. He scrambled to the door, but started to lose his balance. He stumbled into the bathroom, grabbing the basin for support and looking into the mirror. His face was red and he was sweating. He fell over, into the shower tray. He looked down, the panties moving. He grabbed them and pulled them off. To his horror, his cock was pulsing a dark red colour. His ballsac seemed to be getting smaller, pulling his balls up against his body. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. James stood in the doorway, watching with a grin. Brett’s chest felt prickly, a pressure was building up against his small nipples. He watched in horror as the started blooming into areoles, and the flesh underneath them started to build. He grabbed them, pressing them back, but to no avail. The expanded into pert breasts, like a young teenagers bosom, and carried on growing. Brett groaned as they continued pulling out on his once muscular chest. His whole body was losing its definition, becoming flat and smooth like a girls. His attention returned to his new breasts, which seemed to have stopped blooming out. Now, they were large, more the size of a model’s breasts. They were firm and round and jiggled with his writhing. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and he clutched at his skin.

James was now laughing quietly, watching Brett’s transformation. The burning sensation was now focussing around Brett’s groin, and he stretched to see over his new breasts. His cock was shrinking fast, and he grabbed at it, trying to stretch it back to its original size. His genitals were now no bigger than a prepubescent boy’s, and he watched in horror as it continued shrinking. He felt his balls pop into his pelvis. His hands wandered down to his ballsac, which was now pulled taught against his groin, a flat area of skin below his penis. He moved panic-stricken back to his penis, which as now no larger than a kidney bean. Brett could no longer grasp it, and it slipped away, shrinking until all he had was a flat groin. The prickling slowed, and Brett’s body stopped convulsing. He was reeling in shock, and looked down his new body. He looked up at James, seeing only a man, not the sexual partner he’d usually want to mount immediately. James looked confused. He stepped forward, kneeling down in front of Brett. “This is all wrong, where’s your vagina?” James touched the empty groin of his former partner and stood back up, walking out of the room briskly. Brett felt a sudden chance. If he could get out, maybe he could get help. Obviously, he hadn’t completely changed, so maybe the symptoms would wear off!

Brett stood and stumbled from the room. There was no sign of James in the living room, so Brett stumbled towards the door. He opened the door, leaning heavily against the doorframe. He regained his balance and ran out, down the stairs. Halfway down, he met James coming the other way. James was carrying a bottle of slightly orange liquid, and he grabbed Brett by the throat, holding his up against the wall. “Where did you think you were going, eh?” he jeered, and bit the cork out of the bottle. “Now drink this.” He shoved the bottle neck into Brett’s mouth and turned it up, emptying the contents into his throat. Brett couldn’t breathe, and felt the slightly viscous liquid slide down his throat. He tried to wriggle free, and James let him drop to the floor. He tried to stand again, but his legs were limp, the prickling feeling returning stronger and faster than before. He tried to speak, but only gurgled. His groin was on fire again, and he slid his hands onto it. The skin was bulging, and it felt like it was parting in the centre. With a sinking feeling, he realised what was happening. The skins was folding back, and his legs convulsed, pushing his hips into the air. Brett wailed in pain. His pelvis was visibly wider, and the parting skin was taking on the familiar shape of a vulva. Brett ran his fingers along it, and a sudden fizz ran up his spine. He was touching his own clitoris! He drew back in disgust. The pain inside his stomach felt like stomach cramps, like something was pressing against all of his insides. He passed out.

When Brett awoke, he was in the bedroom in his flat. He sat up. Long blonde hair fell across his face. He pushed it away, then remembered what had happened. He pulled back the duvet and looked down his feminine, curved body with huge tits and the bald lips of his new vulva. His hand wandered down, discovering his new body. The door opened, and James walked in. He looked the same as he always had, but Brett saw him differently. Brett had always been the one on top in the relationship, never letting James penetrate him. Now James looked like a hunk, a real stud. His masculine face and short dark hair looked more attractive, and Brett felt an unfamiliar rush of submissive energy running down his body, his tits perking up and his vagina squelching around, wetting up. “Good morning sexy.” He found himself saying in a woman’s voice. He was repulsed, he didn’t want to say that, he wanted to hit James and run. Instead, he just laid there, opened his legs and smiled. “Settling in to your new life then?” James said, pulling off his briefs. “Oh yes.” Brett said without thinking, even though he felt the exact opposite. All that was driving him was a desire to have James penetrate his new body.

James pounced, his already hard cock sticking straight into Brett’s vulva. Brett moaned, the pressing sensation oddly satisfying. James was inside him, and he was reaching climax quite quickly. “Oh Rachael!” James grunted, his rhythmic pumping increasing in speed. Brett moaned, and as the new, female orgasmic energy swelled, the feeling of disgust with his new vulva disappeared further into his subconscious. His true self was getting trapped behind this new, sex depraved female persona. He reached orgasm. The squelch and fizz ran through his body, pouring into his brain and he felt the lips around his vulva tighten and quiver. James came a few seconds later, and Brett was gone forever, reduced to a niggling feeling in the back of Rachael’s head, James’ new girlfriend.

15 minutes later, Rachael and James lay in the bed in their flat, cradling each other and kissing passionately. Rachael was already feeling that urge again, the vacant space between her legs aching for more attention from James. “Get up and get dressed, more later.” James said. Rachael did so, pulling up the bright pink panties that she’d worn once before, in a different life; a life that had ended one day ago.