(Sunday 10/22/2*)
As the three teens arrived at Justin’s house, they were all soaking wet and freezing cold, even though the weather had changed drastically, going from a downpour of rain to a sunny day. “Do you mind if we use your showers, Justin?” asked Kate. As she was shivering in her wet clothes, Justin threw his sports bag by the front door. “Of course, there’s an en-suite in the spare bedroom that you guys have been staying in.”
A smirk appeared on Kevin’s face. “We should save some water, Kate, and shower together,” Kevin said playfully. Kate was lifted off her feet and held in his arms. "Kev, behave, you clown.” Kate laughed as the two kissed and went up the stairs while embracing! "Man, I gotta get a girlfriend,” Justin thought as he climbed up his stairs and headed to his bedroom. He took out some clothes from his drawers and a towel. He went into the bathroom connected to his bedroom and locked the door behind him.
Feeling his erection come to life under his boxers and pants, Justin knew he better deal with it. "Man, I haven’t taken this long off jerking off since I started,” he stripped down naked, but before he jumped into the shower, he took the pink rock out of his pocket and left it on his sink before getting into the shower and finally feeling the hot water washing over his body.
A few minutes into his shower, he lathered up his skin with his loofah, eyes closed in relaxation as the soapy substance covered his body. He leaned his head forward, letting out a content sigh as his forehead pressed against the tile, his fingertips gently brushing over himself as he let out deep, slow exhales. The hot water running down his back felt euphoric. He furrowed his eyebrows, his jaw clenching slightly from the sensitivity. His grip on the loofah loosened as it dropped onto the tiled floor, his hand subconsciously brushing against the length of his cock, his thumb just barely grazing over the tip. Another shudder escaped his lips. It had been a while since he jerked off, and he couldn’t help but look forward to it. He licked his lips, swallowing thickly as he wrapped his hand around the base, keeping himself balanced as his other hand pressed onto the wall and leaned forward.
The soapy substance made the perfect lube substitute as he began fisting his cock at a slow pace—Justin's semi-hard cock was growing with the stimulation. “Fuck..” He breathed out and brushed his thumb over his cock once more. He bit his lip, stifling the moan despite being far away from his friends, and the many walls separating them made it impossible for them to hear him. A light pink blush swept over his pale cheeks. As Justin stroked his cock, images of porn videos and Instagram models rushed through his head, but then his thoughts shifted to a particular girl he saw today. “Emma looks fucking amazing in overalls; I don’t get what girls see in Enzo; he’s only tall, dark, and Han-oh Emma." Another shaky breath left him as he continued to stroke, muttering repeated 'fuck"s and 'shit"s under his breath as his pace quickened. He felt a knot in his stomach tighten, knowing he was close to his release, and then slowed down right before. He let out a soft whimper, letting his body calm down, and then he continued again. His hand on the wall curled into a fist as he fisted his cock. Another needy grunt escaped him—Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he felt himself come close again, brushing his thumb over the tip of his cock—and then a whine escaped his lips. Justin wasn’t purposely edging himself; something was wrong.
“Fuck-!” He dragged out another moan as he tilted his head back, his dark hair getting wet under the shower. His toes curled, his knees buckling as he inhaled sharply. "Fuck, fuck, that’s it!" He snarled to himself as his eyes shut tightly. His panting got heavier as the familiar heat rose to his stomach, his body tensing up suddenly. “A-Ah!” He cried out, his hips bucked into his hand as he flicked his finger over the tip again, stroking his cock, and released onto the wall, the thick liquid dripping down slowly.
Justin panted heavily, his body trembling as he slowly came down from his high. Still holding onto the wall, he took a slow step back to stand under the shower, his chest heaving slightly. His other hand that was fucking into his cock slowly stroked at the length to make sure every last drop came out, then slid his hand up his torso to rub at his neck, tilting his head to the side. He could see the glow of the pink rock through the shower curtain as it seemed to almost engulf the room until it suddenly stopped.
While scrubbing himself with his bare hands, Justin’s longing for a girlfriend continued after he orgasmed in the shower. "Man, I hope Emma comes around later; she’s pretty cute, and she’s not like those other girls; she’s pretty unique, and that’s why I like her the most. I just hope that the Enzo guy doesn’t drop by." His thoughts were interrupted when Justin saw that the hair on his chest had completely disappeared from his body.
"Fuck,” he muttered. His first thoughts were sure that it was some sort of prank by Kevin and Kate; he thought they might’ve put body hair removal cream in his shower gel; there was still a little fuzz on his arms and legs; Justin thought he could be hallucinating when he noticed he was a little shorter; but not only that, there was some sort of weird pressure on his spine and waist.
“No way…” Justin muttered when he was sure he was shorter, but it wasn’t by a few centimetres; he had shrunk a few inches as well. His waist was a lot more slender; he could feel his spine shifting and curving out of his lower back; and his skin was a lot softer too.
He shrank another inch and a half as his waist became more compact. The sixteen-year-old boy now appeared like a young boy due to these changes, but his transformation wasn’t complete. As his waist kept contracting, he felt the curve in his lower spine increase. Justin felt as if his butt was sticking out further than it usually did.
“Come on, Justin, you’re just dreaming, bro... This can’t be real." Justin tried to calm himself down as he felt his nipples tingling. He felt his nipples grow. “Oh fuck, my nipples look larger...swollen.” Justin gasped as, in an instant, they doubled in size from what they used to be.
Justin felt his nipples stop tingling, and he stopped regressing in height; he was now only 5’3 instead of 5'10; “my nipples feel funny... It’s kind of like an allergic reaction.” Justin touched his nipple and gasped as he felt how sensitive they were; it felt like touching his cock. Talking about his penis, Justin felt blood rush to his cock as he got a boner.
Distracted by the pleasurable feelings he was getting from his nipples, Justin didn’t notice that his arms were thinning out and becoming slender while his hands were getting small too. His hands changed proportions; both of his ring fingers shrank while his index fingers grew longer. Justin soon realised his hands were now different. “My hands! Oh fuck! They look so small and petite, and my boner is starting to intensify; whatever is happening isn’t good.”
Justin groaned in pain as he could feel the intense pressure of his penis and balls being pulled into his pelvis, almost like they were being pushed through a space far too small for it. “This must be some horrible prank; this can’t be real!" Justin looked down and was horrified to see his dick and balls had disappeared. He had this awful feeling of what felt like a worm crawling inside him.
“My hips… Crap, they pushed outward, but how?” Justin could no longer deny it; whatever was happening, he was getting turned into a girl. "Why me? How could this shit even be possible?" Justin knew he had to investigate his new genitals between his legs. With his hands shaking, he guided his index finger to the cavity between his legs. “Fuck, my finger... Ew, I’m inside myself.”
While Justin was exploring his new vagina, he didn’t seem to notice that his impressively big feet were shrinking; they shrank and shrank. Justin finally took his finger out of his vagina when he could feel his legs tingling, his hips and buttocks expanding, and his muscular legs he got from years of soccer practice were lost as his muscles turned to fat and they shifted from his legs to his thighs. “I can’t bear to think what my butt looks like; how the heck am I supposed to wear pants like this?”
“Fuck my ribs,” Justin muttered as he gasped. He could feel his rib cage contracting. Justin held his breath as he could feel his breath get pushed out of him. When his ribs stopped contracting, he noticed that his rib cage was a lot smaller, making him look a lot thinner. As the tingling in his legs stopped, he could feel the same sensation on his chest: “Please don’t tell me I’m going to start growing tits!
But Justin’s worst nightmare became true as he watched in fear of his breasts expanding. He watched the fat keep expanding his breasts until he was a B-cup when they finally stopped growing. "This can’t be real; none of this is real, please.” He used a shaky hand to grope one of his breasts, and it confirmed to Justin that this was all real!
Next to change was his neck; it became more slender and shorter; his curly hair sprung from his head and dropped to his shoulders; his hair tickled his neck and his bare shoulders; his new hair caught Justin of guard “F-UCK!” He let out a sigh when he was surprised by his longer hair touching him. His voice broke as it would in adolescence, but it was the opposite: instead of going from high-pitched to deeper, his deep voice was getting more high-pitched.
“He-LLO H-ELL-o” He was testing his voice, but it kept cracking. “t-EST TE-st,” he tried again, but his voice was sounding more high-pitched. “Oh dam-“ His voice didn’t crack, but it was now high-pitched like a girl. "Hey, I’m Justin Smith; I’m a sixteen-year-old boy." Justin blushed as he heard his new girly voice come out of his mouth; he now sounded quite like his mom.
Justin looked down at his new body. “This can’t be me,” he said. His body from the neck down was now that of a girl. Justin stepped out of his shower and rushed to the sink. Walking was weird; he had a new sense of gravity. He was much shorter now, and so were his feet. He felt his petite feet and toes touch his bathroom mat. As he walked, he felt his hips sway and his small breasts jiggle.
He got to the mirror and wiped the steam from it so he could see his reflection. He let out a sigh of relief almost as soon as he saw that his male face was untouched. "Thank God, now at least people would believe I’m me if I told them,” he thought to himself as he felt his jaw tingling. His jawline became much narrower and rounded, and his nose became smaller and more petite. Justin looked up and saw that his face had changed. If he had a sister, he would look identical to her, or, in other words, Justin now looked like how he would’ve looked if he was born as a girl.
Justin held back tears as any physical resemblance to his masculinity was gone. Was Justin about to cry because he was upset by his change, or was it his new female hormones making him emotional? He didn’t know.
Gone was Justin, the 5’10 athletic teen boy who was in great shape and had an average-sized penis and a curly mop of brown hair resting on his head. Now Justin was left with the body of a teen girl with curry brown hair that reached to his shoulders, a pair of modest b-cup breasts, a noticeable butt, and a cute face, and he only stood 5'3.
His stone no longer had its pink glow anymore; it was grey like any old stone. Justin couldn’t take it, so he let out a loud, high-pitched girly shriek.
(Written by HappyMax)