Getting through work was hard on Friday. You were sure your voice was cracking, your chest was sore, and you'd woken up from wet dreams where you were decidedly not the man. Afterwards you were pretty sure none of your coworkers knew what was up, but, who could really say? You rushed home, took a shower, and caught a look at yourself in the mirror, damn.
You still pretty much looked like yourself, but... softer. Frankly, you had breasts. Not huge ones. With a baggy shirt they still weren't noticeable, but, topless? Yeah, those were boobs. Plus hips, a round looking face. Plus your voice seemed to be up a whole octave at this point, and this was after only six days. You really had to take matters into your own hands, but what were you going to do? Just head out to all the bars and start asking if there were any chicks with dicks around? People would definitely get the wrong idea.
Staring at your reflection some more, you wondered. Grab a wig, really change your clothes up, odds are nobody would recognize you. Why not get nosy? So you went out shopping. Big red curly wig, wide-brimmed hat, long coat, new shoes. Annoyingly the ones in the women's section fit you better right now. Seemed pretty good, nobody would recognize you, so, out you went, trying to get some answers.
Getting the nerve to really start asking around was tougher. It took you a few drinks to get the confidence, but you started poking around, trying to catch some rumors, and what you heard was surprising. It seemed like over the last week there'd been a big uptick in discreet offers posted all over the damn place to... buy up dicks. $5000 a pop in some cases. It was hard to picture anyone being that hard up for cash, until you had the nasty thought people might be swiping them to sell or something. You also had to wonder why people would be hoarding them. Trans guys were pretty rare. There were people in situations like yours, but there couldn't be that many. Private collectors?
It was discouraging enough you needed another drink after hearing that, and you didn't like that you apparently looked enough like a woman some guy offered to buy you one, but hell, you might need the cash to fix this. Hopefully though you could still make your way up the chain of women passing your pecker around and just ask for it back. The night took a weird turn though when you ran into...