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The musky smell of sweat and cheap booze was the first thing Usagi’s tired brain registered in the morning.
He tried to turn around and go back to sleep again, not wanting his to wake up just yet. He twisted and turned, tried every position in the book, but nothing would do the trick. So in the end, he just lied flat on his back and opened his eyes.
Small dust particles danced in the sunrays shining through his closed curtains, illuminating his thrashed room from the night before. With a low groan, Usagi propped himself up a little, immediately regretting it once his joints started cracking because of the sudden movement. Oh god, right.
With a pained expression, he remembered what they did yesterday, and that he, in fact, still had two other boys sleeping in the room with him! One, Leo, on the floor on an old air mattress they put up in their drunk stupor the night before, and the other, Casey, on an armchair not far since he flat out refused to share a mattress with Leo, calling it way too gay.
Usagi could barely make out their silhouettes as he leaned over the bedframe, watching them peacefully sleep down there made his stomach churn. He fell back into his pillow, muscles aching with each little movement he dared to make. Sleep was out of the question now, no doubt, so Usagi was stuck staring at the ceiling and waiting for either one of his friends to wake up. Which, knowing them, probably wouldn't happen so soon.
The dust particles still had not settled as he started holes into his roof, trying to distract himself from the pounding headache that stretched itself over his skull. Fuck hangovers man. He felt weird, so weird, even when not counting his aching muscles or his annoying headache. His body felt… Heavier? Fuller? God, did the alcohol make him develop an eating disorder as well or what?
Usagi groaned internally as the heat from outside got to him again. No, it was probably just a summer feeling, nothing more. Alcohol hits much harder in hot environments, so he was probably worrying for nothing. He tried shifting again, ignoring the burning feeling latching over his flesh as he closed his eyes, desperately trying to fall asleep again, until another problem made itself apparent. Usagi internally wanted to scream. Great. Of course he had to piss now, didn't he?
However, the boy refused to let that unwelcome intrusion keep him from falling asleep again, not wanting to stand up and possibly wake his friends in the process. He wasn't a dick after all. But after the minutes passed it became apparent that this feeling would not go away. No matter how much he shifted and turned, the piercing feeling in his abdominal muscles just wouldn't stop. Another hour passed of the boy laying flat on his back, uncomfortable and in pain.
Eventually, after much thought and just as he was on the brink of pissing himself, he managed to ignore his body's violent protests and get up. Carefully he stepped over his still sleeping friend before making his way over to the bathroom he shared with his parents, body still exhausted and groggy. At least he could pick up a Tylenol on his way back.
The boy was still barely conscious as he turned on the light in the tiny bathroom and made his way over to the toilet, pulling down his black boxers, ready to do his business and be done with it until- Wait. Where was it?
Usagi tried to grab down and reach for his dick again, but there was nothing. He blinked once, then twice before looking down. He surely wasn't that drunk anymore to miss his literal dick now, was he?
But a glance down revealed something much more terrifying. Not only did he miss his dick, it was literally gone!
Usagi's eyes widened in shock as he pushed his hand forward, but instead of being met with the familiar feeling of a flesh rod he literally had nothing! No dick, from what he could feel no balls, just an excessive amount of pubic hair! That, and…
Usagi's pupils narrowed as he pushed his fingers even more over where his male genitals were supposed to be. An opening? Looking completely horrified he traced the outline of this opening, immediately feeling a cold shiver run down his spine as he touched the flesh tissue. It was wet, wet and warm, and Usagi gulped.
This… This couldn't be possible… No. This was simply not true. It couldn't be! It was just him being drunk, there was no way his dick was just… gone! The boy swallowed heavily as he slowly sat down on the bowl, contemplating every single goddamn life decision that led him here.
Even the pee coming out felt just fundamentally different. It was a much bigger jet leaking from his opening, and he couldn't help but nervously fiddle with his fingers as he finished up his business.
This was definitely not happening. It was impossible. He was going crazy, had a heat stroke, was hungover, but he refused to accept that his dick was gone. Just not there. Like it fell off.
It was sickening to think about it, but also a surprisingly sobering experience as he felt wide awake now.
Just as he was about to leave the bathroom as something else caught his eye. Two bumps in his shirt that looked suspiciously like… No. Please don't say- But the full body mirror at the end of the bathroom didn't lie, and neither did his eyes. Usagi gulped again as he stood straight in front of the old mirror and eyed himself in it.
Except, it was not his body he was looking at. Or was it? No, it looked so… different. So much curvier, even his face looked different!
The boy didn't need his glasses to realise that in addition to a slit, he also got a pair of boobs now! His hands travelled up to them, slightly squeezing them, mostly to convince himself that he wasn't going crazy. Ironically, it did exactly the opposite as repeatedly squeezing the soft, pale flesh sent white sparks of pleasure through his veins.
It was a miracle how he didn't scream from all the overwhelming feelings he was feeling at that moment, mostly from how confused and overwhelmed he was. Usagi made sure the bathroom door was still locked before he turned back to the mirror and slowly slid down his boxers and T-shirt, now effectively standing naked in the middle of the bathroom. And what he saw didn't soothe him even the slightest.
You see, Usagi had seen a lot of naked women over the course of the years. In porn, in drawings, even on posters. So he was pretty confident he knew the female anatomy at this point, and what he saw in that mirror was definitely female as well. But… But how?!
Usagi's hands travelled all over his body again, pinching the curved sides, outlining his wide hips and eventually caressing his lean thighs. The completely white hair on his pubic area seemed to have grown as well, as it overgrew his crotch and even latched onto the inside of those same thighs. That never happened before, even though he didn't shave!
A hot feeling of shame crept up his face as he kept fumbling around on his body, still not completely realising what had just happened. He was a boy! He had been a boy when he woke up yesterday, he had been a boy when he said goodbye to his auntie over the weekend, he had been a boy when Tim, Leo and he played Dungeons and Dragons together and hell, he swore he had been a boy when they broke into his late father's liquor cabinet!
So having two whole ass B cups hanging down from his chest shouldn't even be scientifically possible, as Donatello would so elegantly put it.
In the end, Usagi didn't know how long he stood in front of that mirror and pinched his body, but by the end of it, he found it kind of… hot? Was that wrong to say? Somehow the realisation that yes, he was currently in a female body didn't hit him as hard as he thought it would, but all the touching and groping got him… aroused? A little? A little much?
His face was beet red as he realised that this was the first time he touched a female body in his life, and the boy part of his brain seemed to be especially turned on by that - even if it was somehow his own.
The boy took a deep breath before putting his clothes back on, not bothering to wipe any of the sticky sweat still clinging to his skin. That could be dealt later with, but probably not. He was still a man, he had better things to do than think about body hygiene.
Usagi was quietly making his way back to his room but stopped right before entering, looking down one last time. His nipples were hardened and clearly visible through his shirt, there was no way his friends wouldn't notice once they woke up.
His throat tightened at the realisation that yes, this was still very much happening, but he still managed to push down the door handle and silently enter the room. To his delight, Casey and Leo were still tight asleep in their designated places - and from what Usagi could see from his position in the door frame, they had no visible bumps on his chest.
The boy didn't dare to get closer though to check their sex properly, so he settled back into bed content with the thought that his friends were still guys. The clock showed barely nine in the morning, so it would probably take a good while until his friends would wake up.
So when Usagi closed his eyes again for the morning, still not fully convinced this was reality and not just a stupid dream, he made sure to cover his chest with his thin summer blanket - just to be sure.
Usagi woke up again to some commotion below him. Apparently, Leo and Casey were finally awake, both sitting in the middle of the room on the rug, munching some croissants while talking about something Usagi didn't understand.
He blinked once, then again, eyes trying to focus on anything but his own cornea but failing pathetically. And while his body didn't hurt as much anymore as before, and his head wasn't really spinning anymore, even the slightest shift of his posture immediately reminded him of the problem at hand.
He was lying sideways, almost on his stomach, his body and face facing his room instead of the wall as his tits were slightly squished between the soft mattress and his own body weight. That's right, he was still very much stuck in a female body.
He swallowed heavily at the realisation that this had been not a dream, but instead reality. The position also did nothing to help the obvious bumps in front of his chest, so he just prayed his friends didn't notice the slight shift he did to roll fully onto his stomach.
His tits ached as they pressed down into the mattress, and a small gasp escaped Usagi - one he prayed they overheard as well. The boy quickly shut his eyes, but his efforts were futile as he heard the other two boys stop talking. Instead, he heard the floor underneath them creaking as one of them stood up.
The touch following was warm and Usagi felt a hand being placed on his back, gently nudging him awake. Usagi's heart raced at that, sheer panic bubbling in his chest at the thought of what his friends would do if they discovered his female body.
Would they take advantage of it? Would they make fun of it? No matter what it was, he knew he was better off not telling them.. at least not yet. So instead, Usagi's brain decided in a split second that it was gonna play dead - or in this case, very hungover.
“Dude, wake up please.” He heard Casey’s voice softly call out to him, a softness he was not used to. Yet Usagi couldn't help but fake a groggy voice, slowly opening his eyes to stare back into the concerned expression of his friend. “Wh-sup?” Usagi slurred, maybe a little exaggerated, but if Casey thought the same he didn't say anything. Instead, his friend let out a relieved breath.
“Thank god, I thought you were starting to choke or something” Casey sighed, taking a step back instead - a step Usagi welcomed since it meant his friend had no further desire to touch him.
“Nah man, I told you, he is just hungover as fuck!” Leo giggled and took another bite off of what seemed to be toast with jam. Looks like they made themselves food to better deal with their hangover. Now that he was thinking about it, Usagi was very hungry as well, but he couldn't step out of bed under any circumstances and potentially blow his cover.
So instead he played limp, and while he briefly thought about asking Leo or Casey to feed him, he quickly dismissed that thought. He wouldn't stoop to such lows.
So he groaned intentionally, hoping his friends would buy his act. He wasn't drunk for the first time, and had witnessed enough hungover people in his life before - he knew how they typically acted, so he was trying to mirror those behaviours. And it seemed to work.
“You went pretty hard yesterday dude. Never knew someone could consume alcohol through their nose! Almost gave that grape from back then a real opponent!” Leo recalled joyfully and took a large sip directly from the juice container, and Usagi made a mental note to pick a different juice container once they were done. For all he knows, Leo could be infected with rabies, seriously! This dude was impossible!
Casey only nodded in agreement, equally as amused. “Yeah dude, I put some Tylenol and water next to your pillow, and a bucket in case you need to throw up. Take them when you need it, and make sure you hit the bucket.” Casey added playfully with no heat behind his words. He was a real one.
Usagi slowly moved his head to look where exactly his friend put the items, a weak smile appearing on his face at the sweetness of the gesture. How happy he was to be friends with them. “Th-Thanks.” He mutters back, still very much into the hangover-act. “Sorry, but everything is spinning right now.” Usagi mutters on top of that, but Leo only waves his hand, dismissingly.
“Don't apologise, we helped ourselves. But I promised to help my dad in his garden when I get home, so I will be on my way in a few minutes.” He explained, and Usagi nodded understandingly. Casey was quick to follow.
“Yeah dude, don't worry. But I actually have to go too, got my piano lessons - and you know how strict my mom is about them.” The three share a knowing look, well aware of how… intense Casey's mother can get sometimes when she's home from the ward.
“Thanks you two, hope you get home safely.” Usagi slowly smiles as he watches them pack their stuff together, eventually shouldering their bags. He weakly lifts an arm as if he wants to wave them goodbye, a gesture mirrored by his two good friends before they leave the room and close the door behind them - of course without taking their dishes with them.
But the albino was still way too tense to care about that kind of stuff, not when he was desperately trying to hear where his friends were in the house. And suddenly he heard it, the familiar dull thump he wished for.
The second Usagi heard the door downstairs finally close he practically jumped up from his bed and ran to lock the door. After all, his auntie should be home from her weekend trip again, and he was not very keen on sharing this new development with her… yet.
His room was still a mess and he knew he had to clean it and himself eventually, but there was something else that needed his attention right now.
He was feeling hot, way hotter than he felt while talking to his friends, and from what he was feeling his abdomen was practically throbbing in his boxers. He didn't know if this was how arousal was supposed to feel like, but he felt himself not caring as he quietly settled back onto his bed, back against the cool wall and legs slightly spread.
The boy bit his lip as his hands fumbled with the elastic rim of the boxers, unsure if he should actually go through with it. It is still your body, he told himself, now a little more confident in his movements as he pulled the black fabric down to his ankles.
It's just masturbation, nothing you aren't used to. Yeah, that's right. This was no different than rubbing one out on a hot day, it was just his… anatomy that was a little different. A little much different. But Usagi pushed this thought aside as he slowly guided his hands back to his perky breasts, nipples still hard and bright read.
He sucked in a shallow breath as he pinched one of them, taking the sensitive bud between his thumb and index finger before giving it a little tug.
His pussy responded with a synchronized throb, begging for attention, attention Usagi was not ready to give to it yet. Instead, he continued groping the B cups, squeezing them, rubbing over the nipples, pulling and twisting them between his fingers, each touch sending a new rush of pleasure through his veins.
He quickly lost track of time, simply enjoying the sensation his hands provided him with until… “Ow!” He hissed after a specifically harsh pinch to his right nipple, instantly removing his hands from both tits. It was only then that he noticed how the buds were aching, and not in a good way.
Now that he stopped touching them they just felt weirdly uncomfortable, like two dull crochet needles constantly pressing into nerve endings. “Guess that's one of the downsides of being a girl… Way more sensitive nips…” he muttered to himself before guiding his hands farther south, finally, finally making contact with the thing that really needed his attention.
A soft moan escaped his lips as he dragged his right middle and index fingers over his already leaking slit, right over the hairy folds, spreading them while smearing slick all over them. His other, free hand immediately went up to cover his mouth to prevent further noises from leaking out, but just as he was about to push a finger in, he paused and sniffed.
Was this… God, what was this strong musk in the air? He knew he was sweating, and he knew he had previously spent the night with two other sweating, pubescent boys, but this… He sniffed again, his gaze eventually falling onto his crotch again. The melatonin-lacking, white pubic hair was not a new sight for him at this point, and neither was the happy trail it left over the lower part of his stomach or in between his thighs.
But as he leaned forward and the scent got stronger, he knew where it came from. For a moment, he tried to not feel disgusted. Was this really how a pussy was supposed to smell? He stopped his movements and brought his fingers up to his nose, inhaling the scent even deeper into his nostrils.
And yeah, no doubt. That strong musk was the smell of his new pussy. He gagged and quickly put his fingers away again, the scent being too strong for this hungover brain to handle yet. He probably just needed a good wash and maybe a good shave, and that would be it. But not today, not right now.
Those things had never really been important to him, and right now, he still had something much more important to take care of.
He quickly slid his fingers back into the heat of his throbbing pussy, although not enough to penetrate himself. This was still a boundary he was not sure about crossing yet, the thought of something else being fully inside of him still intimidated him a lot. Yet he read enough erotica to know the crux is always the clit, so he searched for the one specific bundle of nerves that would hopefully give him what he wanted.
And not long after massaging and rubbing his hairy folds up and down and smearing slick all over them, he found it. The grip of his hand against his mouth became tighter as he had to stop himself from whining after pressing down onto his clitoris directly, hips instinctively grinding into his own touch.
God, this was too much and too little at the same time. He continued moving his fingers viciously, rubbing his fingers and palm against the nerve ending for more stimulation, snapping his hips up in sync to try out other possible angles.
High-pitched moans and groans slipped through his hand as he sped up, the bedframe shaking and dust particles aimlessly flying through the air as he increased the pressure on his clit. Black dots danced in front of his watery eyes as he felt the heat in his gut threaten to boil over, muscles tightening around nothing as he came with a muffled gasp against his fingers.
Hot slick dribbled out of his abused cunt as he guided himself through the orgasm, his fingers cramping when he was finally satisfied. For a moment, the entire world around him was spinning as he laid back against the wall, breathing heavily.
“God” he muttered to himself as he blinked lazily, pupils not able to focus on anything right now. His mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts, dirty to shameful ones, but they all were eventually drowned out by the sudden realisation that his clit down there was still begging for more.
Usagi gulped as he reminded himself that yes, women could have multiple orgasms with much smaller refractory periods, unlike men who had to wait a while to get hard again. Apparently, this female body of his was not satisfied with only one round, and if Usagi was being honest, neither was he.
His brain had still not fully registered that this was in fact the reality he had to live with now, and not using this blessing while it lasted felt like wasting a golden opportunity in Usagi's mind. So without much thinking, he pushed any concerns to the back of his mind and continued rubbing his clitoris and folds.
It still felt just as intense as the first time he did it, and it didn't take long until he climaxed again. And again. And again. And again. He quickly lost track of time again since, unlike his nipples, the female clitoris seemed to process overstimulation much better and made it much more pleasurable for him.
The feeling was downright addicting, the heat in his abdomen and the feeling of muscles suddenly relaxing only feeding into this boiling hot state of ecstasy.
But eventually, his fingers were the ones to give in first. They ached and cramped up, so there was nothing Usagi could do except lie back against the wall and wait for them to unclamp again.
By now his body was completely covered in sweat, and the smell was almost too strong to properly breathe in. Sure he could open a window, but Usagi really couldn't find it in him to stand up right now. He wanted more, no he needed more stimulation, and the waiting made him impatient.
That was until he shifted from the wall back onto his pillow and hit something hard. Usagi muttered a few curses as he picked up his PS5 controller from the side of the bed he wanted to lay down on, but before he could put it away and be done with it he had a thought.
Heat crept up his neck into his face as he thought about the idea that plopped into his head. Could… Could he really do that? But then again… Why not? Usagi let out a defeated sigh as he laid down flat on his back again, guiding one handle of the controller to his clitoris while the other now sat strong in his left hand. He already crossed a few lines today, what was one more?
A low groan left his lungs as he dragged the cold plastic over his slick folds, painfully and agitatingly slow. It was a weird feeling, but his clit responded positively once the plastic touched it just the right way.
Usagi bit his lip, desperately trying to keep quiet as there was nothing to cover his mouth with anymore, pathetically failing. God the feeling of something solid was good, very good, especially once he pressed the controller down more.
The applied pressure practically made him jump in his sheets, the new form of pleasure overstimulating him in the best way possible. He ground hard against the hard plastic again and again, the coolness only adding to the sensation.
The groans he left out were almost whorish, but he made sure they were never too loud. The last thing he needed was for his parents to know what he was doing.
He soon reached his climax again for the night, but that didn't stop his mind from still exploiting his desire somehow.
He came, again and again, moments turning into hours of passion and pleasure until neither his body nor clitoris could take it anymore.
Usagi rolled back onto his back, breath rugged as he was panting heavily. He was sweaty, the air in his room awfully thick and humid.
His stomach growled, serving as a painful reminder that he eventually needed to go down to the kitchen and get something to eat since Casey and Leo, those bastards, didn't leave any food for him.
The albino swallowed as he looked down at his body, the two bumps still very obvious. His parents would know the second he stepped foot into the kitchen. Maybe a hoodie could cover them up?
Usagi knew a hoodie in the humid summer climate was almost a suicidal thing to do, but so was coming down into the kitchen with a pair of tits in your quite conservative household. He doubted his dad would believe him if he said he didn't actually feel like a girl. Or did he? Usagi didn't even know anymore at this point.
He hesitated though before finally picking out his baggiest sweater, the soft yet thick fabric sliding over his tender body, perfectly covering up any bumps.
From the outside, it now looked like normal wrinkles, nothing unusual for this type of clothing. He threw on the same pair of boxers again, ignoring the slightly damp spot in the middle as well as some shorts, to cover his missing bulge.
The walk downstairs wasn't even that bad, except for the fact that he felt like he was being cooked alive in this sweater. His parents questioned his odd choice of clothing as well after he bid them a good morning, but didn't dig further when he said he simply felt a little cold.
He sort of expected at least his mother to check him for a fever, but to his relief, no physical touch was ever made.
In the end, it wasn't even that bad. He simply ate, thanked his aunt for cooking and made a little small talk about her trip before he stormed back into his room, locking the door behind him again before pulling off every single clothing item he was wearing.
The sudden coolness taking over his body was like heaven, goosebumps now spreading over his exposed body as he fell back onto his bed. His sheets had gotten all cold by now, another welcome addition that helped him cool down further.
As he was laying on his back, staring at his ceiling, Usagi felt the realisation finally sink in properly. He... He was a girl now. For some unknown and very weird reason, he was a girl now, and he had to start treating his body like a girl's body.
He will need bras, both normal and sporty ones. He will need to learn how to insert a tampon, or at least how to use a pad since he genuinely doubted his ability to take anything up his cunt - even if it was just a little piece of cotton.
He would bleed, probably be in a lot of pain too. Not exactly something he was looking forward to, but life wasn't always fair.
He would eventually end up with a guy, so he would probably get used to tampons way faster. But then again, he wasn't really attracted to guys either. He loved girls, he loved women! Guys never really did it for him, and while he knew things could change, even in a female body he couldn't really picture himself with a guy. Or… could he? Dont ask him, his brain was already way too overwhelmed!
So… He was a lesbian from now on? It was weird to put it that way, since lesbianism was usually between a woman and a woman - but he was a woman! Or at least had the body of one. So he could be lesbian, even if he was still a guy in his mind? Actually, is that offensive to say? God, it probably is for all he knew.
Not that he had to worry about that any time soon, after all, he wasn't the most popular in school and girls usually didn't talk to him anyway. But well, a man can always hope, can't he? Or at least hope for a man? Ugh, whatever.
Usagi sighed as he buried himself into his sheets further, still a little horny but not in the mood to pleasure his abused cunt again. Instead, he whips out his phone from the other side of the bed and starts taking pictures of his exposed female body.
Little clicking sounds echoed through the room as he tried all sorts of angles, trying to capture as many pictures of his abused pussy and spent tits as possible. After all, he didn't know how long this change would last - those were just backups, to prove himself later on that he was once a girl. Or at least that's what he liked to tell himself. He surely wasnt succumbing to his chronic schizophrenia.