“Yeah let’s change Taylor!” Max said enthusiastically as he opened up Taylor’s tab on the Chronivac
Name: Taylor Roux
Age: 21 years old
Gender: male
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5’10
Penis length: soft 5.5 inches hard 6 inches
Hair style: short brown flowy hair
Name: Taylor Roux
Face wear: barefaced
Torso: none
Legs: none
Underwear: black boxers
Footwear: white socks
Mental
Iq-125
Libido-medium
Awareness-on
Ricky watched intensely at the Chronivac “let’s turn him into a girl!” Ricky said with a smirk on his face, Max was a bit puzzled “huh! A girl why?” He asked
“Because I wanna know if he looks like Julie if he was born as a girl” Max just simply shrugged, his brother explanation was good enough for him so he opened up Taylor’s tab again.
Name: Taylor Roux
Age: 21 years old
Gender: male
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5’10
Penis length: soft 5.5 inches hard 6 inches
Hair style: short brown flowy hair
Name: Taylor Roux
Face wear: barefaced
Torso: none
Legs: none
Underwear: black boxers
Footwear: white socks
Mental
Iq-125
Libido-medium
Awareness-on
Max switched male to female
Name: Taylor Roux
Age: 21 years old
Gender: female
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5’1
Bra Size: B-cup
Hair style: shoulder length brown hair
Name: Taylor Roux
Face wear: barefaced
Torso: none
Legs: none
Underwear: black boxers
Footwear: white socks
Mental
Iq-125
Libido-medium
Awareness-on
Meanwhile in Taylor’s room, When Taylor finally wake up in the morning he felt groggy. Despite sleeping soundly, he feels even more exhausted in the morning as if he never slept at all.
He brushes an errant strand of hair from his face. It seems abnormally long and ...thin. That is weird, he thinks, recalling that he just had a haircut last week. his somewhat curly brown hair has always been coarse but the hair he was holding up now seemed oddly transparent. I “hope I am not already going bald. Please no… I am too young!” He thought to himself in a panic.
As soon as he stood up, Taylor seemed to wobble forward and was forced to brace him against the wall as an intense shooting pain in his abdominal area nearly drives him to his knees. he finds yourself unable to bear the agony of movement so he just stands there hugging the wall, barely daring to breathe. After a few minutes he feels even worse. he suddenly feels flushed, cramped, and unbearably hot.
“I guess I am taking a sick day, ha-ha,” Taylor mutter with near delirium. he feels disgusting so he decides to have a shower and clean up. As he stumbles forward and steps into the washroom, he was shocked at the reflection that greeted him in the mirror.
Taylor looked at his reflection “Hmm?” He thought to himself before he put on a t-shirt that was lying on the floor.
It was definitely his own face, only with a distinctly more feminine appearance. It almost looked like a photoshopped picture or perhaps some sort of elaborate practical joke.
“What in the f—!?” Taylor stammer but his own words caught him off guard- or rather his tone does. his voice sounds high and scratchy, completely unlike it usually does, more of a soprano than your usual tenor.
Taylor’s headache throbs and involuntarily draws a hand to his face, leading to another surprise. his skin feels soft and smooth. his jawline has obviously softened as well, while a shadow of soreness still remained, lurking beneath the surface like something that was aching in his very bones. “What is going on?” he wondered. He received another shock when he inspected his hands. They seem smaller, dainty, almost girly.
“What the hell is happening to me!?” Taylor wondered with a growing feeling of terror. his hand brushed his chest and he could feel an unfamiliar, slight bounce and a softness were there was once only firm muscle.
Taylor eyes immediately focus on his chest, where both of his nipples and areola, along a small area around them, seem swollen. Mind spinning, he turned back and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over him. The shower does not leave him feeling refreshed like it usually does. It only seems to accentuate the growing pain within his hips and lower body. As he lets the water pelt him, his hand is drawn to his crotch, only to be snapped away as if he had touched a firebrand. “What the fuck? My dick feels...different…” he thought, Taylor has masturbated nearly every day for over ten years, so he is well aware something is wrong. He slowly moves his hand back and cupped his shrinking manhood. Even his testicles seem to have lost mass, more an empty bag of skin than anything else.
Taylor soon again overwhelmed by a feeling of nauseousness and sit down in the shower until the water starts to run cold. When he finally stands on his wobbling knees and attempt to towel off, he nearly toppled over. hid fatigue quickly dominates him and Taylor just barely manage to crawl back into bed before passing out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When he wakes up Taylor immediately felt like something was off. It seems to be morning already, he noted with surprise. he must’ve have slept for a few minutes. As he tried to sit up, two huge lumps on his chest shift position just as he becomes conscious of how sore he feels. From head to toe his body ached. His bed also feels disgusting and slimy as he freed himself from the covers, as if it had become a gross, human sized cocoon.
“What in the fuck?” Taylor said as he freed himself and looked in horror back at his blankets. “Even the most unfortunate homeless person wouldn't bed down in that” he thought with disgust. Sleeping in a dumpster would have been more hygienic.
It gets worse (if that was even possible) as Taylor looked closer. his blankets are stained dark brown, and seem to be covered with small hairs and a sticky reddish resin that reminds him uncomfortably of vomit.
The next shock is when Taylor looked down. Two perky, large appearing, breasts adorn his chest. A tentative squeeze confirms they are authentic and in fact attached to his body.
Taylor’s mind stalls for about ten full seconds.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he can’t help but scream.
“Oh my fucking god! I have turned into a fucking girl!” he yelled at himself when he was standing in front of the mirror.
An undeniably beautiful young woman stares back at him, with bright brown eyes and mostly straight chin length chestnut hair framing an undeniably pretty face. his soiled boxers that he slept in hang off his body, threatening to fall to the floor, held back only by his unfamiliarly large hips. The T-shirt he was wearing seems completely oversized and disproportioned. Yet even through the loose fabric, his prominent breasts are undeniable and his figure, unmistakably female.
“This cannot be happening,” Taylor told himself, but even several deep breaths and a very hard pinch does nothing to dispel his circumstances.
Stunned by his revelation and suddenly feeling weak in the knees, Taylor sat down on the toilet. he stared in disbelief at his swollen chest.
“I can’t… believe this….” The next thought that enters Taylor’s mind horrifies Him. “What about...my...my….” He couldn’t even finish the question. With the greatest trepidation, and a horrible sinking feeling, he gradually extended a hand down to his stomach to his pubic region, only to have his greatest fears subsequently confirmed. Instead of his precious family jewels there is now only an empty void.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Taylor howled in frustrated rage. “My diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!” He thought, he was sad as he didn’t even get to use it properly! It was like a corvette with five miles on it and now it had been stolen.
Taylor leaned forward to inspect his new genitalia.
"Wow! This is the most realistic pussy I have ever seen! Better than high-res porn! Too bad it was attached to your body. At least I get a good view...” he thought to himself.
After a lengthy inspection, Taylor throw his disgusting clothes to the bathroom’s tile and stare in bewildered awe at his new figure in the mirror.
“The woman, That’s me” Taylor corrected himself with a blush, bares more than a passing resemblance to his sister, Julie, but there were subtle differences. his face was narrower, his nose slightly more upturned, and his crooked smile was now wore was too familiar to deny. his features were undeniably his own.
Taylor tentatively pat down his new body. his previous pain is completely gone and he now appear to be healthy. A healthy girl.
“How the hell did this happen? Is such a thing even possible?” he demand of his reflection. “It is definitely impossible! ——- No, it’s obviously not impossible if it just happened to me!” He racked his brain for a reason to explain his transformation or for a solution to his predicament but nothing surfaces. “What do I do now?” He eventually wonder, “Google “I randomly transformed into a girl, how do I change back?” “Fuck me,” you sigh, confident that any searches will just yield some bizarre fetish porn. Still, what other choice do you have?” He through to himself.
Back in Max and Ricky’s room, both of the teenage twin boys were silent as they both looked at the display image of the naked female Taylor, they both broke their stares away and looked at the other.
A message on the Chronivac informed the twins any future transformations won’t be as gradual.
“Dude…” they both said in unison.