Tracy felt her whole skin grow hotter and panicked. Did those faggots throw acid at her? It didn't look like she was melting or burning, since she couldn't feel any pain. Suddenly, she let out a shrill as waves of warm pleasure went through her body and she realized that her clothes were getting bigger.
As the heat became unbearable, Tracy impatiently took off her coat and her pink sweater, leaving her with only her pale peach skirt and her satine bra. Meanwhile, her skin lost all the wrinkles she had and became firm and soft, her muscles becoming stronger and more defined. Her blue eyes bulged when she felt a prickling sensation in her head, as her grey hair changed into the raven hair of her youth and grew shorter, rising from her shoulders to her ears.
Her nipples grew hard as the pleasure heat went to her chest. Tracy tried to fight it, but she couldn't stop herself from rubbing her breasts, noticing that they were growing firmer but smaller by the second. She moaned as her chest contracted and her boobs, her pride and joy, seemed to dissolve rapidly into a pitiful A-cup and her useless bra fell down to her well toned abdomen.
"Noooo! What have you done to me?" she yelled, falling to her knees as waves of pleasure ran through her which, to her horror, made her come with an intense orgasm, as her juices ran down her legs. Just like with her breasts, Tracy couldn't resist the sexual urge to rub her clitoris and pussy, however, something was off. Unlike the other times she had masturbated, she didn't feel the need to put her fingers down her vagina, instead, her clit was demanding all her attention.
Taking off her skirt and her wet panties, Tracy's eyes grew wide with horror as she realized her throbbing clit was growing bigger, resembling a small penis. However, that did not stop her from grabbing her changed genetalia and began to jerk off. She didn't want to do this, but it felt so good, almost... natural?
Right now, Mrs.Tracy looked like well toned, kinda masculine eighteen-year-old girl.
Tim and Casey continued to watch their former teacher until Tim looked at the can of soda he had thrown at her. It was the Little Bud Cola he and Casey had drunk before their transformation. Grinning, Tim turned to his lover.
"I have an idea. Help me out, will you?"
Casey smiled and they knelt beside the boyish girl.
"Wow! You seem pretty horny there, Trace," Tim said.
"Fuck off, homo!" the horny girl said, trying and failing to stop masturbating. Thought, she couldn't help but admire their muscles, their lean bodies, their huge, suculent cocks... What? What was she thinking?
"Now... there's no need to be rude, Trace" Casey whispered, opening another can of Little Bud Cola. "We want to help you."
Tracy tried to move away from the boys, but her back hit a wall. "Get... get away from me!"
With a quick motion, Casey dropped a bit of soda on Tracy's small breasts. The girl cried out with a strange moan of pleasure as her diminutive breasts disappeared, flattening into her chest leaving it flat and smooth, even her nipples grew smaller.
"That was awesome!" Tim exclaimed excitedly. "Looks like the soda works without being drank too."
"Yeah!" Casey said.
Tracy looked horrified at her once, big chest, feeling it flat like a boy's. "My boobs! My boobs are gone!"
As if on cue, Casey dropped more soda on her, this time, aiming for her crotch. Tracy screamed and grabbed her changing genetalia, but it was already too late. With a mix of disgust, fear and excitment she watched as her big clitoris grew bigger and expanded, the tip forming a small head and shivered as her urethra moved upwards and merged with it, becoming a real penis. Then, her vagina began pulsating and a simple touch made Tracy realize that it was sealing itself. No matter how much she tried to keep her labia separated, her vulva was dropping down and closing together, forming a skin sack that she knew was her new scrotum. With a sudden jolt inside her belly, she felt her ovaries morph and change as they dropped into her scrotum and became her testicles while her womb became her brand new prostate, obliterating the last remants of her womanhood. The new genitals quickly began to fill her with increasing amounts of testosterone as an happy trail of black hairs appeared along with pubic hairs.
Tracy Hills was no longer a woman. She... he was a teenage boy.
"I'm a guy! Holy shit! I'm a guy" he yelled. "You turned me into a man! You fucking faggots! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!"
Filled with anger, Tim had enough and effortlessly grabbed the new boy, pining him to the ground. "Now you listen to me, you little shit! I've had it with you and your homophobic ways! I thought turning you into a guy would make you less of a bitch, but I was wrong. I was going to change you back, but you just made me change my mind!"
Tracy's eyes bulged. "No! Please! I'm sorry. I'll stop. I promise. Please, change me back!"
Tim's eyes had no mercy. "Too late!" and he shoved the rest of the Little Bud Cola down Tracy's throat.
The two lovers watched in anticipation as the soda finished Tracy's transformation. His eyes grew wider as his face became shorter and reconstructed itself. The rest of his body also grew smaller and smother, his body hair vanished, leaving his new genitals hairless. He couldn't stop a long moan as his hips contracted and narrowed, removing his feminine curves and making his body thin and straight, just like the preteen boy he was becoming.
Finally, the transformation stopped and where once stood the feminine Mrs. Tracy, was now a cute, black haired, blue eyed twelve-year-old.
Both Casey and Tim grinned at the preteen, approvingly.
"Now, that's more like it," Casey said, gently touching the scared boy. "You look amazing, Trace."
Trace... Tracy, blushed at the compliment, trying his hardest to remain furious at those two freaks.
"Don't touch me!" he yelled, putting his small hand on his throat. His voice sounded a little lower, but not much. "And stop calling me Trace! My name's Tracy and I'm a fifty year old woman! You boys are in so much trouble!"
Tim and Casey burst into laughter, making Tracy blush even more. His words sounded ridiculous even to him, he really sounded like a petulant little boy. What was more amazing, was that part of him was becoming excited and eager. He could feel his mind, his Tracy persona start to fade way and new feelings begining to emerge, like the growing attraction he felt towards the two older boys. They looked so big and strong and... manly.
"Oh! Really?" Tim asked. "Are you sure you're a fifty year old woman, Trace? Because you don't lool like one at all! I think you don't even feel like one anymore."
Trace, no Tracy, shook his head. "NO! I'm a woman!"
Tim looked at Casey and he moved closer. "Are you really sure about that, Trace? Because it looks like you like staring at us."
Tracy looked at his crotch and, sure enought, her new penis was growing erect with arousal.
"No!" the boy said, trying in vain to cover his erection.
Casey smiled and touched Tracy's face gently. "I guess we need to make you realize who you really are then... Trace."
Before the boy could say anything, Casey kissed him, pressing his strong lips and grabbing Tracy by his head. The preteen shivered as he felt the older boy's tongue enter his mouth and explore. The Tracy he used to be kept yelling in his head that this was wrong and disgusting, that he had to pull away, but Casey's tongue felt so good and normal that he found himself kissing him back. His new self that had just been born in this strange house, wanted to please Casey, make him enjoy the kiss as much as he was . The warmth of Casey's body made the voice of the woman he used to be easier to ignore.
He actually whimpered when they finally broke the kiss.
Casey kept smiling warmly and looked down. "You really enjoyed that, Trace."
The boy looked down and realized that his penis was very hard and stiff. It felt really weird, not wrong as he thought. Actually, a growing part of him felt a little jealous that his new dick wasn't as big as Casey's or Tim's.
"Do you want me to help you with that?" Tim finally asked, also moving closer. "Do you want to know how it feels to be a boy?"