Lisa woke up from her nap feeling better and more refreshed than she had all day. She looked over at her clock, 3:00, school was just about to let out. She'd have to apologize to Mr. Dalton for missing the exam, but she was sure he'd let her make it up. She wasn't in the habit of missing.
Her dreams had been full of Kendall. She'd always had a crush on him but for some reason she felt more and more like they belonged together. Allison was her friend, but she didn't know if she actually cared for Kendall or just liked him for his assets. Of course, the same might be said of her if she tried to swoop in and snatch him up now that he was getting all muscled. The dreams had been even stranger, with him being the more submissive one as she thrust herself into him with a dream cock.
That was ridiculous though, she thought as she ran her hand down her stomach to a strange tightness she felt. She didn't have a.. cock? She sat bolt upright and ripped aside the sheets. There, jutting out hard as a rock from between her legs was a small but obvious cock nestled in a short bush of fiery red hair, pushing aside her panties. It was maybe only four inches, not nearly as impressive as the one in her dream, but there it was.
She gave it a little squeeze followed by a stroke and gasped. It was so sensitive. He reached down farther between her legs, finding a scrotum with two smallish balls and unbroken skin between her legs. She ran to the bathroom. The t-shirt she had put on to sleep in had once come down to her mid-thighs, but now rested at her hips. She had to tear off her underwear, the edge digging painfully into her new appendage.
She gripped the edge of the sink and looked down, it was still hard! How did she get it to go down?! How did she get it to go away?! She felt tears rolling down her cheeks and looked up. The face she saw in the mirror was another shock. It was her but wasn't at the same time. Much of the feminine softness of her features were missing, replaced with a slightly more masculine cast to her features. A stronger jaw, more prominent nose and brows. She was still kind of pretty looking, for a boy, especially with that long red hair curling about her face and shoulders.
Shoulders that seemed just a bit too broad. She took off her t-shirt and looked at her broader chest and shoulders. Her breasts were pretty much gone, though her chest had a bit of pectoral definition, and even her stomach was trim enough to show off some abs. She looked... what was the word for it.. Twinkish? "What is going on?" Her voice had dropped an octave as well. She gripped the edge of the sink and considered. She wasn't even really a she anymore, she was a he, but Lisa wasn't going to accept that quite yet.
Luckily, she had the house to herself for now. She snuck into her brother's room. He was a year younger than her, but still bigger than her current body. He should have some clothes that could fit. She needed to find answers. And the only one she thought that may have them was Kendall.
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Alex let the last class of the day go as the bell rang. Watching the students file out he leaned back in his chair and folded his hands over his stomach, still finding it odd when they didn't come to rest on what had once been a substantial gut. Instead finding a tight, hard stomach. He felt like he was forty again, though he hadn't been in this good of a shape since his thirties, if even then. That was just the last time he could remember being satisfied with his body.
Once the last student left he unbuttoned another button on his shirt, letting the tight fabric relax a little. He still had some office hours he needed to stick around for, but he doubted anyone was going to come see him today. Then he could go right to the gym for a workout with Chad, in more ways than one.
When he got to his office though, one of the rare individual ones, a benefit he got for having been teaching at the school for forty years, there was someone waiting for him. Coach Mason.
"Two times in one day?" Alex joked as he dropped his stuff next to his desk. "This about Friday?"
Mason was quiet for a moment as he just stared at Alex's chest, the furry blond pecs now on display with yet another button open. The coach shook his head. "No. I'm thinking of starting a weightlifting and body building club for some of the guys that seem to be really into it. It helps to have more than one faculty advisor. I thought you might want on board."
"I'm just getting back into it myself." Alex answered as he sat in his chair. Oddly, Mason moved around the desk to lean back against it on the same side as Alex was sitting. There wasn't much space, Alex's shin brushed Mason's leg. "Surly someone else on staff is more suited. Suarez?"
Mason shrugged. "Suarez does it to show off, I think you actually enjoy it." Mason reached out and gave Alex's upper arm a squeeze. "And the students look up to you, more." Mason's hand moved from Alex's arm to his chest, then the coach seemed to realize what he was doing and pulled away, though Alex could see the tenting in the coach's track pants. "Think about it."
As Mason moved to walk away Alex was suddenly on his feet, moving to block Mason, surprised he was about equal in size to the burly coach. They stood like that, face to face for a moment, chests almost touching. Alex thought about kissing those lips in front of him, tearing off the Coach's uniform and getting on to his workout session a little early. Mason was having similar thoughts as he stared at Alex but neither spoke or acted on them.
Alex stepped away first opening the office door to let Mason out. "I'll give it some thought." He said, his voice sounding raspy and hoarse in his own ears.
"Let me know, you know where to find me." Something made Alex think they weren't completely talking about the weightlifting club anymore. Not completely. Once the coach was gone, Alex collapsed into one of the chairs in front of his desk, pinching his nose. What was getting into him?