Switcher ch1: Danny's first transformation

	Imagine if you had the ability to change your sex.  Would 
you do it?  Wouldn’t you be curious?  Wouldn’t you want to know 
what it was like to have a different set of genitals, to look 
different, speak in a new voice, and wear new clothes?  What would 
an orgasm feel like?  What would it be like to be lusted after by 
your own sex?
Something tells me that, if it were possible, most people would not 
use this extraordinary ability.  I imagine a world where gender 
change is possible, but looked upon with derision—regarded as more 
deviant than homosexuality.  A world where gender change is 
surrounded by taboos, and most people go through their entire lives 
never even considering the possibilities.  However Danny, is not 
most people…

In this chapter, Danny changes his sex for the first time.

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Danny’s first transformation

“Damn it!”  I muttered to myself as I dropped my keys.  I was so 
flustered.  I couldn’t wait to get inside.  The plain, brown paper 
bag contained $54.96 worth of porn—not just any porn, but real 
hardcore stuff.  It was the kind of porn that you had to buy at one 
of those YOU MUST BE OVER 21 YEARS OF AGE TO ENTER stores.  You 
know the kind—tinted windows, usually on the side of a highway, or 
tucked into the not-so-nice section of town.
I opened the door to the brown stone apartment building that I 
lived in.  It was two blocks off campus, and a steal $550 a month.  
I went up the two flights of stairs to my apartment, and fumbled 
with my keys again.  I jiggled the key in the deadbolt lock for 
what seemed like an eternity.  Finally, it clicked open.  I rushed 
inside, shut the door, and turned the stubborn deadbolt back to the 
lock position.  Home at last.
I’m going to dental school, and there were three weeks left until 
the start of the spring semester.  I made the trip home for the 
holidays, but hurried back to my apartment as soon as I could get 
away.  I had been planing this for so long, and tonight was finally 
the night.  My medication was finally out of my system and at last 
I was ready.
I suffer from hyperandrogolism.  The androgolin gland is located in 
the limbic region of the brain, and controls gender.  In most 
people, the androgolin gland is inactive.  Psychological imprints 
take hold at an early age and by puberty, most people are fixed in 
their gender.  But for some of us, the gland remains active.
I can remember middle school.  Although I was male, I always had 
these small breasts.  Just barely an A-cup, but noticeable to the 
other boys in class.  I was so glad when I went to the doctor and 
got the prescription for Progandro.  It brought my hyperandrogolism 
under control, and by high school, my gender was fixed as male.
I was ashamed of my breasts, but they also fascinated me.  I used 
to masturbate, and fantasize that I was a beautiful woman.  
However, I soon learned that if I focused on that thought, my 
breasts would grow larger, and my balls and cock would shrink, 
especially if I came.  After I started taking my prescription, my 
body wouldn’t change from fantasizing any more, but I would get 
headaches and a dull ache in my groin.
We all learned at an early age that if we think certain dirty 
thoughts we would change gender, and wouldn’t be able to change 
back..  I remember being taught in health class avoid certain 
sexual fantasies.  We were taught that fantasies about sexual 
intercourse were the only healthy ones to have.  All other 
fantasies, lead to perversion, and possible diminishing of sexual 
function.  As boys we were also warned about groin injuries.  A 
severe groin injury could trigger a gender change—turn any boy or 
man into a switcher.
Now I was an adult.  I was finally living on my own, without a 
roommate. With three weeks left in the winter break, I had time to 
myself.  I was free to explore my sexuality.  I was ready to become 
a woman.
I began planning this months ago.  In November, I stopped taking 
Progandro.  In a few weeks my breasts began to bud again, just in 
time for the cold weather.  Bulky sweaters, and sweat shirts hit my 
little secret well enough.  But by Christmas, the drug was entirely 
out of my system.  I had to pass for a normal male at home with the 
family.  I used ace bandages to tie down my growing breasts.  I had 
to keep from masturbating to keep them under control.  Now I was 
home and I could take the damn bandages off.
I started up the computer and began to take off my clothes.  Thank 
God for the Internet.  After hours of web surfing, I finally found 
a web page with some answers.  Apparently, everyone had certain 
psychological triggers that could be used to switch genders.  The 
only catch was, that sometimes they worked, and sometimes they 
didn’t.  It takes a lot of practice to master.  Most trannies wind 
up somewhere between genders, until they learn their triggers.
I didn’t have that kind of time.  There was one sure-fire way to go 
from male to female—groin injury.  Once the testicles are removed, 
or severely damaged, the body triggers the gender changing 
reaction.  However, I wasn’t about to cut myself open.  Crushing my 
testicles seemed to be the safest way.  Luckily, I have access to 
novocaine, and a copy of Gray’s Anatomy.  I could numb myself and 
make the procedure painless.  The only catch was, I had to change 
myself back again in three weeks.  There was no sure-fire way of 
going from female to male (except for a trip to the gynecologist’s 
office, and there was no way I was going to do that).  I would have 
to figure out how.  It was risky, but so tempting.  I was never 
going to have a better opportunity.  I had to try it now, while I 
was young, single, and not working a 9 to 5 job.  I had made up my 
mind.
The computer had finished booting, and I re-read the FAQ list from 
www.switchers.com one more time.  They recommended crushing as the 
method of choice for castration.  They even had a diagram showing 
how to hold your testicles properly, between your fingertips and 
the heel of your hand.  My pulse was racing.  I couldn’t wait to 
try it.
I put on the video that I bought.  It was kind of grainy, but it 
soon delivered what I wanted to see.  The cheesy music started, and 
the lame plot set up began.  The stud was a lonely plumber, fixing 
the sink.  His customer was a campy looking man perusing some porno 
magazines in the other room.  Suddenly he noticed, with badly acted 
shock, that his breasts were growing.  He franticly tried to 
conceal them, but the plumber saw him in his compromising state.  
He began to kiss his rapidly feminizing customer, and soon they 
were both naked.  I fast forwarded through the oral sex scenes and 
stopped when it looked like they were going to get down to brass 
tacks.  This is what I was aching to see.  The plumber bent the 
trannie over the couch.  By now he, or rather she, had small 
breasts, but still had a regular cock and balls.  The plumber 
positioned his massive cock between the trannie’s ass cheeks and 
began to slip it into her asshole.  As she got fucked her balls 
began to shrink, and her cock began to shrivel.  She reached down 
and jerked herself off, while the stud pounded his cock into her 
ass. She moaned in a campy feminine voice, looked at the camera, 
and stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth.  The video was 
cheesy and the acting was lousy, but I was really getting hard
As she came, she started to really scream.  The close up showed her 
cum decorating the sofa she was bent over.  The camera quickly cut 
back to her face.  It was contorted into a mixture of ecstasy and 
pain.  She screamed, ”My balls!”  The camera quickly shot back to a 
close up of her groin.  I could see her balls rapidly shriveling 
now and drawing back into her body.  Her cock, still dripping cum 
shrank down to a tiny nub.  Then with another scream, her empty 
ball-sack, split into two pussy lips.  A small trickle of blood 
running down her leg was the only evidence that she had once been 
male.
She then continued having sex as a woman.  She took the stud’s cock 
in her new pussy as if she had always been a girl.  Now her voice 
really sounded feminine, and she looked just like any other girl.  
The movie went on from here, but I began to fast-forward.  The 
bodies fucking in fast motion amused me briefly.  I pressed play 
when the actors changed.  This time there was a lonely lesbian 
getting a pizza delivery from a fey looking boy.  Same sort of 
routine, only the lesbian used a strap-on.  I fast-forwarded 
through it.
I scanned the rest of the video.  It was all the same—men being 
feminized.  They didn’t show one woman becoming male.  I wanted to 
see that as well, to be sure that I could reverse the process.  I 
didn’t care, I was ready.  Just getting aroused from watching this 
was making my breasts grow.  I quickly checked myself in the 
mirror.  My breasts were bigger than ever, and my package was 
slightly smaller.  I took out the needle full of novocaine and 
administered it to myself right in the perineum, under my balls.  I 
began to feel the local taking effect.  My balls were getting numb.
I sat down on the couch, spread my legs, grabbed my rock-hard cock, 
and started to stroke.  I opened a copy of Switchero!  Magazine and 
turned to the centerfold.  She was a gorgeous blonde bombshell.  It 
was amazing.  She looked nothing like her male before picture.  I 
imagined having her beautiful body.  Men staring at my ample chest, 
looking up my skirt as I climbed the stairs, checking out my ass as 
I bent over.  I imagined what it was like to have a pussy, to get 
wet, to get felt up, to get fucked, to give head, to—shit I was 
really close to cumming.
I grabbed my balls, just the diagram showed.  The rush of 
apprehension chilled my passion a bit, but I was still close.  I 
gave myself a test squeeze.  I felt the pressure.  Damnit!  I 
missed with the novocaine!  I was only partially numb.  Shit!  
Should I stop?  I could go back to the stock room at school, and 
swipe some more novocaine.  Nah!  I almost got caught the last 
time.  Shit!  I’m so close!  My pulse was racing.  I decided to go 
for it.  One more look at the centerfold…wet pussy…breasts jiggling 
when I walk…rounded ass—Ungh!  The first wad of cum shot landed 
right on the centerfold’s stomach.  I squeezed.  I felt pain, but 
nothing happened.  The second wad of cum dribbled down my fist.  It 
was now or never.  I squeezed my nuts as hard as I could until I 
heard a sickening, wet popping sound.
Intense, sickening pain filled the pit of my stomach.  I let out a 
scream as I fell to the floor as my legs buckled.  Both of my hands 
clutching my groin.  I ruptured both of my testicles, and even 
through the novocaine, I could feel the pain all the way up my 
back.  But even through the haze of pain, I began to feel a 
thrill.  I could feel my crushed balls slipping back into my body, 
and my cock shriveling up.  The pain was quickly fading as my 
injured testicles disappeared.  I felt a weird cramp in my stomach, 
and my chest was expanding.  I got up off the floor and watched 
myself in the mirror.
DUMPTH DUMPTH DUMPTH “Are you alright in there?”  My neighbor, 
Sharon was banging on the door.
“I’m fine Sharon, I just stubbed my toe.”  I was startled by my 
cracking, high pitch voice.
“You need to go to the doctor?”
I cleared my throat and tried to talk as low as I could.  “No, I’m 
ok”
“You sure?  It could be broken.”
Shit!  She was ruining my enjoyment of the whole experience.  I 
held my breasts as they miraculously grew.  “Now really I’m ok—
Mmph!”
There was a sharp pain in my balls—rather where my balls used to be.
“Oh you poor dear!  You sound like you’re in a lot of pain.”
“Yeah, I’m just gonna put some ice on it.”  My voice was getting 
higher.  I couldn’t fake my old voice any longer.  I looked in the 
mirror, and saw my shrunken ball-sack splitting into two pussy lips.
“Are you getting a sore throat?  You’re voice sounds funny?”
“Yeah I am, the doctor thinks it might be strep.”
“Oh!  Well, I better stay away from you, I don’t need strep.  Well 
if you need anything, just call.
“Thanks Sharon.”
“Bye Danny.”
Thank God!  Fuckin’ nosy neighbors!  I heard her door shut.  The 
sensation of transformation filled my body.  I watched as my hips 
rounded, and my breasts continued to fill out.  With an erotic 
thrill in my stomach, I reached down and felt my new pussy.  My 
clit was already throbbing with excitement.  I gently slid my 
finger between my lips and felt the delightful sexual paradise 
beneath.  I felt around and explored my new anatomy.  I felt just 
like any other woman I had ever been in bed with.  I slipped my 
middle finger into my vagina.  Hmm, it felt different from what I 
had imagined it would.  It felt good, but it wasn’t as intense as I 
had thought it would be.  
I pulled my finger out and touched my throbbing clit.  Oh yes, that 
was it.  I began making little circles around it while I played 
with my new breasts—my new breasts!  They were pretty big!  I had a 
nice pair of tits, about a C cup.  I squeezed my breasts with one 
hand, and diddled my clit with the other.  I was starting to feel a 
ticklish warm feeling spread from my stomach, outward to my head 
and feet.  This was a different sensation than what I had felt as a 
man.
I plopped back down on the couch, laid on my back, spread my legs 
and really got into it.  The warmth spread to every part of my 
body.  I began to moan softly.  The sound of my own feminine voice 
turned me on even more.  Suddenly the pleasure became very 
intense.  I squeezed my thighs together trapping my hand between 
them.  My back arched and the inside of my stomach began to spasm 
in a delicious feeling of ecstasy.  I stifled the gutteral shriek 
that wanted to escape my lips.  I laid there while my passion 
subsided, naked and covered in sweat.