Switcher ch2&3: Reality Sets In, and Gloria's First Transformation

This chapter continues the story in a world where human biology is 
just slightly different (see chapter 1 for full discription)

In these two chapters, Danny comes to grips with what he has done 
to himself in changing his sex, and then meets Gloria who goes 
through a change of her own.

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Reality Sets In, and Danny meets Gloria

Reality soon set in when I began to feel a damp spot under my 
butt.  I got off of the couch and notice the skid mark that I had 
left.  I grabbed a couple of tissues and stuffed them into my 
pussy.  My pussy.  I felt the cold ice pick of anxiety shatter the 
sexual paradise that I was in only moments ago.  As I took the 
sheet off the couch, I began to realize just what I had done to 
myself.  I felt the weight of my breasts as I moved.  This was 
real.  I had just crushed my own testicles and changed my sex, 
without a sure-fire way of changing back.  What’s more, I won’t be 
able to change back for anywhere from 3 days to 2 weeks until my 
androgolyn count returns to its over active level.
What the hell did I just do to myself!  I actually reached down, 
grabbed my testicles and ruptured them—on purpose!  What if they 
don’t regenerate right?  Will I be able to have children?  What was 
I going to do for the next week or so while stuck in this form?  I 
really began to panic.  I hated myself for doing this.  I began to 
feel shame.  I felt that even though I looked like a woman—that I 
was a woman—somehow people would know I was a trannie.

I decided to wait it out at home, but that didn’t last long.  I 
stayed shut in my apartment for a day and a half, until I was stir 
crazy.  I had to go out.  I put on a pair of jeans and a sweat 
shirt.  I was barely able to fit into my jeans, my hips had gotten 
larger.  I ducked out of my apartment and onto the street.  I 
needed a drink.
I was sure someone would find me out in a second.  I was sure 
someone would stop on the street and point at me, and call me a 
freak.  However, nothing happened.  I waited at the corner for the 
light to change, and caught a man out of the corner of my eye 
checking out my ass.  Nobody seemed to notice that I wasn’t 
originally male.  I felt a little more at ease in my new gender as 
I walked into the local watering hole.
I was sure none of my friends would be here.  They were all home 
for the break.  I sat at the bar and ordered a Sam Adams.
“So, you’re stuck here for the break too?”
I turned to my left and saw a beautiful, slim brunette.  She had 
hazel eyes, small breasts, creamy white skin, and nice legs.  She 
was wearing a denim miniskirt and sheer blouse.
“Aren’t you cold?”  It was winter after all.
“Yeah well, it’s laundry day.  Besides I live two doors down from 
here.”
“Awfully convienient.”
“Yeah, I’m never thirsty.  My name’s Gloria.”
“My name’s Da—Sandy.”
“So what do you Sandy?”
“Well nothing, I’m on break right now.”
“I know that, I mean when the semester starts”
“I’m a grad student in the Dentistry School.”  She was making 
enthusiastic eye contact as I spoke.  She touched my hand when she 
spoke.  She also seemed to be sitting just a bit to close to me.  
You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was trying to pick 
me up.
“I’m an art major.  I do oils mainly, but I’ve been working on a 
sculpture.  You want to come over to my place and see it, its 
almost done?”
Hmm…Lesbian sex!  What red blooded American male would turn down a 
opportunity to be a lesbian for a night.
“Sure.”
 Gloria’s Transformation
	We got to her place.  After an hour or so of small talk, we 
got closer and closer to each other and soon, we were making out on 
the couch.  She gently stoked my breasts and soul kissed me.  My 
hand was on her firm ass.  I couldn’t wait to get her naked.  As if 
she had read my mind, she lost her shirt, and slipped out of her 
skirt.  I took off my top and unzipped my jeans.
	“I’ve never done this before...with a woman.”
	An erotic thrill filled my loins.
	“Don’t worry”, I grabbed her panties, “I’ll be gentle” and 
took them off.
	Gloria sat down on the couch and spread her legs.  I knelt 
between them and spread her pussy lips with my fingers.  She had 
the biggest clit I had ever seen.  It was almost an inch long, and 
a ¼ inch wide.  “My, my, you’re awful well hung for a woman.”
	“I have hyperandrogolism.  I can take medicine for it, but 
I like having a large clit.”
	I started to eat Gloria’s pussy, and finger her at the same 
time.  Gloria grabbed her tits and started moaning.  I put her clit 
into her mouth, and moved my head up and down like I was sucking a 
tiny cock.  I managed to climb up onto the couch, straddle Gloria’s 
head, and offer her my own muff.  Gloria buried her face in my love 
mound.
This was too much!  I was having sex as a lesbian.  I was feeling 
sensations that were totally different from what I had felt as a 
man.  I was getting so wound up, that I was ready to cum.  I began 
to moan with pleasure.  Then, much to my surprise, she started 
slapping my ass and called me her bitch.  I rolled with it.  It was 
turning me on.  I was always a bit submissive, and here I was 
without my cock and balls, being eaten out by an increasingly 
dominant woman.  The tingles had taken over my body, and it was all 
I could do to hang on in my inverted position while I came.
In a few minutes Gloria was also close to cumming.  She grabbed my 
hair and pushed my head into her engorged snatch.  Her stomach 
tightened up and she started a loud screaming orgasm.  She seemed 
to cum for a very long time, and pushed my face away.  I climbed 
off the couch, and Gloria was still screaming.  Only now she had a 
worried look on her face.  Both of her hands clutched her crotch 
and she closed her legs.
	“What’s wrong?”
	She moved her right hand to her chest and gasped.  “No!  
No, no, no, no, stop, stop, STOP!  Oh God!”
	Her clit was growing and peeked out from between her 
fingers.  She turned away from me and said, “You have to go, I 
don’t feel well”
	“Are you changing?”
	“NO!  I’m not some kind of pervert!  I just don’t feel 
good!”
	Her breasts were almost gone, from what I could see.  
“Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
	“No!  Just go!  I don’t want you to see me.”
	“Why?”  Gloria had stopped screaming and was just sobbing.  
I tried to reason with her, “Why not enjoy it!  You can change back 
in a couple of days.“
	“I’m not changing!”
	“Yes you are.”  I gently grabbed Gloria’s hand and pulled 
it away from her crotch.  Her clit had turned into a penis, and her 
ovaries were descending and becoming her new balls.
	“Look.  What a nice cock you have.”
	Gloria wiped the tears from his eyes, looked down and 
touched his new penis.
	I looked the new man in the eyes and said, “Don’t’ worry,”  
I wiped a tear from his face, “I haven’t always been a girl you 
know.”
	Gloria was taken aback, and then started laughing.  “No 
wonder you were dressed so badly.  I just thought it was a dyke 
thing.  So what’s your real name?”
	“Danny”
	Gloria walked over and took a look at his new body in the 
mirror.  “Hmm…not bad.  Whoa, this voice is gonna take some getting 
used to.”  He turned toward me; “I’m kinda cute.”  He turned around 
and looked over his shoulder into the mirror, “Nice butt too.  So, 
how do I change back?”
	“Simple.  In a few days, you crush you testicles and turn 
back into your beautiful self.  Its that easy.”
	“Ouch!  Isn’t there a more painless way?”
“Well, you can use novocaine.  There is also changing by finding 
your psycho-logical triggers like you did just now.  One way or 
another, you’ll change back.
“This is kinda cool.  I think I’ll call myself, Jim.”  Gloria 
looked down and held his stiffening cock.  I began to wonder what 
that would feel like inside me