He didn't know where he was running to until he found that he was in front of Anna/Aaron's door. He banged on the door. "Anna! Anna, open up!"
Soon the door opened, and there stood Anna. She'd changed too. She looked like, well, a guy, if perhaps a bit of a feminine looking guy, but it was feminine in an attractive way. To be honest, she was hot as hell, with already a significant amount of muscle mass, probably as much as lean Sam had ever had, actually. If she wasn't done changing, she was going to be hella ripped by the time she was finished. He supposed it made sense. She'd be some muscled adonis and he'd be some huge-tittied slut.
But at the sight of the compassion in her eyes, he knew she was still his friend, and he'd come to the right place. "Sam? What's wrong?" She asked.
"I can't do this," he said between sobs. "I can't turn into a slut. I...I...I almost tried to seduce Mr. Reynolds. I couldn't control myself. The hunger, it takes you over. Anna we aren't just changing genders, we really are turning into monsters." His sobs broke into fullblown crying, then, and suddenly he found himself in Anna's arms. He noticed that she was sobbing too, but he found comfort in her arms...her powerful, masculine arms...and yet...and yet he did not feel hunger for her? In fact, he noticed that he was struggling less against his lust than he had all morning. The relief was immense. In amazement and confusion, he opened up his new sex aura vision and looked at her energy. He felt it with his sensitive tail, tasted it....and realized...she was controlling her aura! She had somehow totally sealed off the parts of her being that triggered lust and hunger in him, and yet still there was masculinity there? but somehow he wasn't registering it as food. He felt attracted, but...romantically more than sexually. What sexual desires that were there seemed perhaps more like what a normal girl would feel, rather than what a succubus would feel. It was something he'd started to think he'd never experience. He looked at her in wonder. "Anna...how are you doing that?"
"I'm...I'm not sure." she said. "I just knew that more than anything in the world I...I wanted to be what you needed, and then it just happened." She blushed. Sam's eyes filled with tears, and a whirl of new emotions bubbled up inside of him. Aaron(he had to admit, right now as he looked into those eyes, "Aaron" seemed more fitting than "Anna".) really cared that much? She...no...he, he cared enough to conquer his own lusts, to do the impossible and control his aura, just for him? Sam looked into those beautiful blue eyes with love, and with a host of new, girly emotions that he didn't know what to make of. Part of him still wanted to resist, even if these new emotions felt so wonderful and lacked any of the horribleness of recent events, because they were girly, and he wanted to be a man.
The girl and the boy waged war inside of him: Samuel vs Samantha. Only one could win, and he knew that the girl would only grow stronger with time, but he didn't want to give in.
"Would it be so bad?" asked Aaron, as if he could read thoughts. "I would love you, care for you. You wouldn't have to be a slut. You could just be my girl."
Aaron's lips wavered just in front of Sam's, desiring but refusing to take until that desire was returned, and as Sam looked into Aaron's eyes, the love he saw there caused him to melt. The dam finally broke, and as a rush of girly thoughts and emotions exploded through her being, she felt her brain tingle as neurons rearranged into a more feminine configuration. Samuel faded out of existence, and in a blissful surrender, Samantha was born. She kissed her boyfriend with abandon.