Chad was sweating profusely when he woke in his taped up catsuit in the sauna. He struggled to take it off. This time his hand felt the zipper, and excitedly he pulled down on the zipper. He was sure steam escaped when his back was exposed to the air. He pulled the hood off, and freed his arms from the sleeves. His torso and arms glistened with perspiration. His wet hair clung to his head and face. He felt his face. It felt like his face, but the mouth seemed wider than it had been. He was surprised at how smooth his cheeks felt too. He raised his arms. Yep, pit hairs, but they seemed less bushy than before. At least he seemed back to normal. He pulled the suit down to his knees, and his jaw dropped.
Chad still had his pubes, but his cock and balls were gone. He bent over and stared at his crotch, and parted the pubic thatch. He saw a vagina. He fingered it, and involuntarily moaned. Damn, he looked a man except for having a vagina. What was he?
A man who passed as a woman but had his boy parts was a shemale. What was a woman who looked like a man but had a vagina called.
Chad had a vagina. Did that mean he had a uterus too? Oh, crap all those cocks filled him with cum. Could he get pregnant? Could he be pregnant now?
Maybe it wasn't functional like a woman's? Maybe it was only for other guys' masturbatory needs. Damn, it itched. He fingered himself and moaned. Chad needed cock- preferably his own to jerk off. Failing that he might need to find another guy to fuck him. Damn, he was horny. Another finger wiggled its way into his new hole. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. "Ooooh," he moaned.
At hearing his own moan, Chad pulled his hand away from his hot wet crotch and shook his head. He remembered something he had read on that computer. It was important. He closed his eyes, clenched his fists and concentrated really hard.
On that curse page, there was something about warning that a curse couldn't be broken if the subject got pregnant. But inanimate objects couldn't get pregnant? Chad was uncertain and confused, but at least he was human.
He shuddered as he walked naked through the cold locker room. He was sure Josh had emptied his locker, but he had to check.
Most of his stuff was gone. Josh had apparently taken his locker for extra storage. He had his chemistry book and homework in the locker. Chad's clothing was gone, but his watch, ring, phone and various personal items were there. The phone battery was dead. Chad figured Josh was planning to sell his stuff after people stopped looking for Chad. But wouldn't it have made more sense to empty Chad's locker completely instead of stowing Josh's own stuff with his? It didn't really make sense, unless no one was looking for him anymore? Or maybe no one was looking yet?
Chad tried looking in the lost and found bin, but his stuff wasn't there. Maybe Josh threw it out? He tentatively looked at some of the gear in the lost and found bin, but decided the decent stuff wouldn't fit, and the stuff in his size was too dirty or damaged to wear. Then he remembered coach had a box of school sweats stored in his office. With luck there would be something in his size.
Chad tried Sinclair's office door. It was locked. Maybe one of the other coaches offices would be unlocked. He tried them. All were locked, but Sanchez' office transom window was open. Chad retrieved the ladder from the janitor's closet, and lowered himself through the transom window into Sanchez' otherwise windowless office.
Chad dropped to the floor in the dark office. The dim light streaming through the transom window was worse than moonlight. Chad felt for a light switch and stubbed his toe on a piece of furniture. He suppressed a yowl of pain, instead making a grunting noise.