It started about two years ago. I was commuting to my new job, when about 5 minutes before I arrived to the office I started to feel sick. I got off my bike, and threw up on the sidewalk. I had a horrible headache, I felt like if I was having the worst hangover ever. I looked at my watch, it was exactly 9am. My hand looked weird, kinda slender.
I stood up, and felt a little off balance. “What is going on?” I asked out loud. My voice sounded off. That’s when I realized I was no longer a guy. Since I was a few steps from my new office, I picked up my bike and after chaining it outside the office, I sneaked in.
I went to the bathroom, I entered the ladies room. After all I had the body to enter unnoticed. I looked at my reflection. My suspicion was right. No longer was I a man. I had breasts, long hair, a feminine figure, and worst of all, my crotch was empty. I texted my new boss, apologizing and saying I was sick, I hoped he would allow me to work there after I get better.
I got home, I locked my door, and started crying. “What the fuck is going on?” i cried as I looked at myself in the mirror.
After a couple of hours, I called my girlfriend Rachel. Of course she didn’t believe me, why would she. She thought it was a prank call.
I spent the day, playing videogames, trying to distract myself from my current form. I knew I was good looking, but I didn’t want to accept it. I drank a few beers to help me cope.
I passed out on my living room couch. I woke up feeling ill again. I ran towards my bathroom, I almost fell as I wasn’t used to my new frame. I started to feel how my breasts deflated and my cock reappeared, as soon as I got to my bathroom, I was back at being a man.
I couldn’t believe it. The nightmare was over. I called my girlfriend, she was upset about the girl that called her today from my phone. I told her it was a prank call from some girl that took my phone at the coffee shop. She was visibly upset, but she was willing to believe me.
I went to her place to watch a movie and dinner. She was somewhat quiet. But I bet she would eventually forget about that call.
The following day, I arrived early to work. I went to the bathroom right before 9am. As I was peeing, I started to feel ill again. “What the f?” I said as I transformed once again. My thing slid out of my hands as it was sucked into my own crotch. “Not again” I said. I realized that it was exactly the same time in the morning when I changed.
