Chet would later think that a war was going on between his manhood and the blessing. The initial changes were the new feminine part of his body securing dominance. Now was time for the onslaught.
"Ugh," Chet moaned. "It's like somebody punched me and I can feel it all through my body." Chet moaned again, this time as a different sensation overtook his senses. A tingling pressure built up in his balls, and a highly pleasurable sensation boiled through his pelvis. "Somebody " Chet gasped. "Somebody help me. Get some help. Somebody do something!"
"Aaauggghhh!" Chet screamed. His cock was erect and straining at his pants even as his balls pulled up into his body. His testicles slithered back into his body cavity as his sac pulled up tight against his skin and filled liquidly with tissue.
Chet fell to his knees as his penis began to retract into his body. Pressure built within his tip even as his member shrank and pulled into a hyper-sensitive nub which rubbed achingly against her briefs.
"My cock It's gone. I can feel it, it's gone!" Chet's voice squeaked and rose to a higher pitch as she spoke.
Chet, standing under her own power again, grabbed her hand and thrust it into her crotch. Chet opened her palm into the flatness of her groin and felt around.
"Stop that, goddamn it!" Chet was blushing furiously, though not because she was embarrassed, but because her hand was driving her crazy stimulating her clit.
Chet groaned as his waist tapered and her jeans threatened to fall down her legs. Luckily, her hips groaned and cracked open wider in coordination with her rump rounding out and pressing into the seat of her pants, holding the jeans in place. The legs of her pants fluttered around thinning legs in a sudden breeze that kicked up dust from the ground.
As twin pressures welled up in Chet's chest, she arched her back and allowed her head to roll back. It felt as though her scalp were stretching as her short-cropped brown hair began to lengthen. Years of hair growth happened in just a few moments, framing Chet's softening facial lines and higher cheekbones. Her full, pouty lips parted gently and drew in shallow, shuddering breaths as her nipples swelled and mounds of soft flesh piled forth into small, pert breasts. Chet panted and fell forward on to the couch as the transformation slowed and stopped. Her breasts hung loosely inside her shirt and bumped the material of the cast when she breathed.
Chet watched her arm thin to a delicate nature she didn't think possible.
"Well I guess I'm a girl now."
Chet bruised fiery red hair out of her eyes and looked at her face in the mirror. She had bright blue eyes, wide cheekbones, upturned eyes, short philtrum and pointy chin within a compact face. She used various apps to measure herself, she was nearly six feet tall. Her breasts were about a 36B. Like the rest of her skin they were white and free of freckles, however they were white almost like she had no skin color. She looked down at her new assets and noticed the void between her legs, once a penis and balls were stacked inside her underwear now it was riding up the crack of her ass.
She looked at the breasts pushing into her shirt. She could make out the line of cleavage between her two breasts. The line between her two mammary glands were clear. They jiggled incessantly when another thought entered her mind, she would need a bra, panties and a dress and she needed to go shopping. She decided to call herself Tatiana or Anna for short. But she had no credit card nor cash. But she did have a smoking hot body...