You never really thought of yourself as trans, the thought never really even crossed your mid, but when you see the pink udder swaying between your legs, along with the matching ones between Ace’s and Kris’ legs, your heart starts to swell.
You look up to your friends, who are each awestruck, Ace giving his upper teats a curious examination as Kris covers his mouth with a worried look across his face.
“Aww man... this is trippy” Ace says as he examines his new udder with his hands.
“It feels so weird... so heavy...” Kris laments as he tries to move towards the mirror without swaying the full milk sack hanging from his crotch too rapidly, “I think I want to try something else sooner rather than later.”
“Woah, looks like someone is liking his new equipment” Ace says, smirking at you. Without realizing it your hands had drifted down to your new teats, each hand squeezing and fondling at one of the nipples between your legs. And as you look up at yourself in the mirror, you can see the bright red blushing in your face as your kneaded teats start to leak with virtual milk.
“I didn’t know you were into that” Kris says, “Neither did I...” you respond. “But it feels... good... right...”
Ace asks you, “You’re not thinking of actually getting spliced, are you?”
You respond, “I-I don’t know... probably not... but uh, you two keep experimenting, I think I’ll stick with this for a bit.”
“You need a place to be alone?” Kris asks, the slightest hint of disgust in his tone.
“No, no” You respond. Well... maybe some alone time with this thing would be nice... wouldn’t be so embarrassing... you think to yourself.
As Kris and Ace reverted their udders and kept messing around with the options at their disposal, you keep staring at yourself in the mirror. The image looking back was still you, your masculine frame, neither toned nor out of shape, a generic young adult male human specimen, but the unequivocally unmasculine, inhuman, extremely female cow udder hanging off your front felt so good, felt so right. Between the fullness of what you can only assume to be the feeling milk filling the large pink sack to the sensitivity of the long pink nipples hanging off of said sack, sensitivity not unlike your masculine appendage. Speaking of which, you don’t even know if you have a dick like this.
You’re about to lift your udder up to access your pants when you remember your coworkers standing just a few feet away from you in the virtual dressing room, guess it doesn’t really matter, you’re probably going to have to get back to work soon.
And almost as if on cue, “Hey, you ready to go?” Ace asked, staring at you as if he’d been waiting for more than a few moments.
“Oh, uh... yeah... let’s get back to work...” You respond, not really wanting to leave, but knowing that your time is now short.
Ace had apparently gone further into the rabbit hole of furs, the golden retriever tail having returned, along with what looked to be the dog equivalent of a satyr’s lower half, legs covered in fur and ending in dog feet. To top it all off he had yellow furred retriever ears sticking out of his hair.
Meanwhile Kris had gone a different route, having focused on his physique, toning out into more of a bodybuilder form, though not without some fantasy elements, he looked like some sort of devil, with redder skin, a pair of little horns coming out of his forehead, a wiry spaded tail coming out from his rump, and cloven hooves replacing his normal feet.
“So you didn’t really try anything else out, that udder really caught your eye, didn’t it?” Kris asked you.
“Uh... kinda... I don’t really know why, maybe it’s just the shock” you respond.
“Well we’re running out of time, we need to get back to the office before our break is over” Ace reminds you both.
“Yeah, let’s get going. Don’t want to be late for that staff meeting.” Kris nods as they both mimed the headset removal motion and vanished from the virtual world.
You stood alone in the virtual clinic for a moment, are you really considering giving yourself an udder in real life? You shake the thought for the moment and try to take the headset off. Luckily, the process is completely natural, and before you know it, you’re back in the New You parlor. As you and your coworkers head out the clerk hands each of you business cards and fliers about gene modding.
As you rode back to the office you couldn’t help but itch your belly, it felt light... almost too light without that udder hanging off the front.
Later in the day, back at your cubicle, you couldn’t help but browse to the New You website when no one was watching. They had plenty of openings available over the next few weeks. Were you really going to do this? Really going to gene mod an udder between your legs?