Ever since I heard about MTF-24, or "the bimbo virus" as everyone started calling it, I was exceptionally intrigued.
Scientists developed a way to turn someone's inherent chromosomes to that of a womans, able to splice and replace someone's 23rd pair from XY to XX, allowing for total replication of female cells.
Now obviously, testing on humans was highly illegal. This made it feel a little bit more like a myth as opposed to some breaking news story that should have been plastered all over the news. Some people loved this idea, and others thought it was highly unethical, and indefinitely wrong. Other's hypothesized it would amount to nothing, as once someone's body was developed, there wouldn't be a way to modify their appearance without cosmetic surgery. Either way I thought of it, it seemed interesting.
Exceptionally unlikely I thought. But interesting.
Earlier yesterday, I was approached by someone who asked me if I wanted to be a test subject for the serum. I was a bit taken aback, but the woman was dressed very nicely, and seemed professional. She dropped open a suitcase, filled with more money than I had ever seen.
I said yes, collecting the money, and in turn, drinking a small little shot glass worth of liquid. It tasted a little rough, burning my throat like cheap alcohol, but went away quickly.
Just as fast as she came up to me, she disappeared, leaving me $25,000 richer.
DAY ONE
I woke up, feeling a little bit different. My chest and surrounding areas felt hot, similar to the feeling from the dose of MTF-24 I had the other day.
The first thing I saw was my hair. Once a nice deep brown, now was a mix of the original combined with a mass off much lighter, longer hair.
No way this is real, right? I thought to myself That had to be a joke I thought, thinking of the day prior.
I walked over to the mirror, not knowing what I was going to see, feeling a bit bouncier than normal. My hair (now thinner) kept blowing into my face, a bit of an annoyance.
When I got to the mirror, I saw something that made me gasp.
My hair, now almost entirely white, went down past the small of my back. My face was a weird mix of feminie and masculine characteristics, keeping my sharp jawline, but now combined with softer cheekbones and plump red lips. My eyes had what looked like eyeliner on them, and my chest...
Oh god my chest. Where once was a firm pair of pecs (I was pretty regularly in the gym) now seemed to have softened, leaving plushier, bouncier assets.
I reached down, still feeling my dick in between my legs, feeling it harden as I examined myself further.
This was weird... Maybe it's just because I don't have a pump?
I tried to justify what I was seeing, but I honestly couldn't. I grabbed a bra and panties from my drawer and pulled them on, tucking my dick in between the thin pouch and my thighs.
Why do I even have these?
I didn't even know where to begin. My new tattoos were weird enough, my new wardrobe sporting a bra and pair of panties at my need was a bit over the top. I never had anything like that, much less any girls coming over to leave them.
I went to bed pondering what was happening, telling myself that I would stay in for the day, scared about being out in public in my current state.
Hopefully tomorrow would lead to some more answers...
DAY TWO
I woke up somewhere I didn't even recognize. A pink room, a pink sofa, and a pink... corset?
I pushed myself up onto my knees, looking backwards. I was wearing something I definitely didn't go to sleep in, and never had seen before.
My chest felt even heavier than the day prior, and by the looks of it, my ass was much heavier now too. I also had on a pair of... heels?
I stood up, feeling the weights on my chest fall down a little bit, caught by the top of the corset I was wearing. My tattoos from yesterday were gone, replaced by a simple playboy bunny on my waist, and another drawing I couldn't quite make out on my thigh.
I caught my reflection across from me once more - I was fucking... "Hawt!" I said.
My voice had changed too. Formerly gravely and deep, I know sounded like an anime character who you couldn't tell the gender of the voice actor.
I bit my glossy fingernail, tilting my head back to feel my hair cascade down my back. I slipped my hand down, pulling my pink panties a bit off my wide hips, my dick springing from them once again, though noticeably more shriveled.
"I look like a fucking slut!" My odd voice rang out "A slut with a dick..."
I stroked myself, feeling a bit of a different sensation. What used to feel like pulsing when my dick throbbed, now felt more like a tingle, and felt like it was coming from deeper inside my stomach.
My tits were noticeably larger, sending an electrical sensation as I wrapped my hands around them.
I found myself excited to see what would come of tomorrow...
DAY THREE
I woke up, once again in a place I did not know. Something was different - I no longer felt the burning sensation that I had the past few days. Disappointed and scared, I immediately flipped myself over to try and get up.
"Holy fucking shit" I said, now in a perfectly feminie voice. My chest was HEAVY.
I sat for a second, taken aback at my new sound, finally pulling myself up to my knees as I examined my surroundings. White bedsheets, big glass windows... I was in a penthouse!
Not only was I in a penthouse, but my titties were the size of globes!
I pulled apart my white swimsuit-looking outfit, letting them spill forward, pulling me with it.
I gasped, discarding my clothes and getting a better view of myself. I fell backwards, feeling my tits rest on my chest as I plunged my hands downwards...
Feeling nothing...
My transformation was complete. Where I used to hold my dick was now a wet slit.
I had a pussy.
I sat on the bed for a second. MTF-24 was real. And it worked.
I needed to tell the scientist! I had to let someone...
I had to get dressed first...
I sat on the bed, sureounded this time by all types of clothing. I must have been a messy girl as well. I snatched a red bra and panties, trying to get it up around my new bosom.
This probably wasn't going to work.
After a lot of struggling, my bra finally came around and hugged my tits inwards. It felt so good...
I felt my nipples brush the fabric as I pulled it up, them still radiating after I let it settle. Pulling the panties over my new pussy felt equally as wonderful. The lack of a penis felt... invigorating?
I sat upwards more on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs and letting cool air brush my pussy.
I needed this I thought How could this be illegal?
I couldn't believe my luck. I explored my new penthouse, hardly able to accept that all this was now mine. I couldn't find the $25,000 I had gotten as reward, but I also didn't feel the need for it in the first place.
I was perfect.
Sexy, tall, blonde, curvy....
I could have anything I wanted! And I was going to make sure that I enjoyed this.
DAY SEVEN
As the week went on, I didn't do too much outside of explore myself. My new pussy was perfect, my fingers were ever so used to exploring every last inch of it. When I got bored of that, I just kept trying on new clothing. I looked so fucking great, checking out my curves in every way I possibly could.
More news came out about MTF-24. The scientists who had created it had been caught, and were caught in the act of distributing the serum.
They were supposedly working on a sentence, along with forcing the two to fighre out a cure and reversal. I recognized the woman as the one who gave me my dose, along with the reward money with it.
I just kept doing my thing. To be honest, I hadn't felt the need to do anything other than stay inside to myself.
Maybe it was about time I ventured out?
I went into one of my closets, and fohnd a couple of sexy outfits. I went and retrieved the zebra-patterned dress (the least slutty one I could find), thinking it was time for me to see the real world from the perspective as a woman!
I cant lie, I LOVED IT. The catcalls I received, the dirty looks from other girls as their men couldn't help but stare at my ass or my tits (or both!), the remarks made under the breath of odler women.
I was slutty, but god was I happy. My eyes fell upon an adult boutique I never really had the courage to go in... Maybe it was time to give it a try...
DAY 13
The news broke about the scientists. They had been charged and sentenced to about 25 years in prison, only having it that nicely because of the cure they had generated.
The news put out a headline saying that anyone affected by the MTF-24 virus was to go to the station within the next few days as it was the only window of opportunity for a cure.
I watched this all from my suite, so incredibly used to the life I was living.
I went to my back, retrieving the "gift" I had bought myself the week prior - a fat, long, veiny dildo.
I can't lie, my fingers weren't cutting it anymore. I needed something better, something bigger.
I plunged the dildo deep into myself, moaning and grunting with every single thrust.
If this was the last time that I had as a female, I was damn sure going to make it count!
I fucked myself harder and harder, the dildo glistening with the juices from my pussy...
I stopped, needing to think about something.
They couldn't force me into taking the cure... they didnt have my name, therefore they couldn't know who I was...
I sat up, a smile crossing my face slowly... I bit my nails
This was me now...
And I didn't have to go back ♥