Chapter 01: Mother
My head hurts. Badly.
And I'm cold.
My eyes crack open and the headache flares as the overhead lights drill deep into my skull.
I can't remember where I am. I left work. I remember that. Night time. Damn project due for presentation tomorrow to our clients and they changed their RFP the day before. I was walking home and... and... and what? I can't remember.
My arm hurts. And my back is cold. I think - yeah. I'm naked. I can feel my ass on something cold and hard. Why am I naked? There's a crashing noise and suddenly my heart is forcing me awake. Adrenaline. I groan and sit up and almost fall over again. My stomach is a sea of chaos and I think I'm going to throw up. I fucking hate throwing up. There's a... there's a... fuck. No. I'm not going to throw up. No. I tuck my head down and breathe slowly. I am naked and I'm on a metal bunk of some kind, several feet off the ground.
Breathe. Breathe. I press my hand against my hairy stomach and clench the little developing pot belly I have. The bench is cold against my naked balls. I look up to find the sound from earlier and I see another guy on the other side of the room. Also naked. I look away as he pulls himself up to his feet. But not, of course, before my traitorous eyes see his junk. Great.
A small bit of sharpness in my right upper arm reminds me of the pain I felt earlier. I look over and see a small pink band aid on my arm. There's a yellow smiley face on top of it and it hurts my head and my eyes to focus on it. I can't remember anything about the band aid or why I'd have it. I tentatively take my hand from the bunk and, when the world doesn't collapse around me, I peel the band aid off, wincing as it pulls my arm hairs. There's a small red dot in the middle of my arm. Like from a shot. Was that what put me to sleep? Pain beats a drum in my head and I focus on my breathing again.
I think the guy is trying to say something but everything sounds funny. I yawn to crack my jaws and hopefully open up my ears. Oh, now the guy is on his knees again and is throwing up. My stomach heaves in sympathy but I breathe through it. I should probably go help him and see what the hell is going on.
My nipples hurt. Like when I used to jog a lot years ago. I'd get all sweaty and they'd be all sort and hurt and maybe bleed a little. It's like that except... It's... I feel the nipple push at my chest and it swells. My little brown useless nipple swells in size until it's hard and aching and I can fucking feel it on me. Oh, Jesus. Oh fuck. There's the... there's the other one. Again, the skin around my left nipple is pulled and twisted and I watch as the skin darkens to the same brown as my tiny nipple and then, like some... some tiny fleshy tornado it twists and pushes from my chest and I feel it all the way down to the bottom of my feet. I shift a little because it feels funny. They both tickle as they push through my chest hairs and now both nipples are fat and hard and they look really strange on my hairy chest.
"This," I start to say out loud. My voice hurts. My whole body feels like a raw bundle of tension of dull pain. "This is wrong." I reach tentatively for the nipples. I want to touch them but, I don't. I'm afraid. I'm stupidly afraid of them. As if touching them will make them real. So I reach and lightly touch one...
And then I moan. The nerves run straight from the nipple to my toes with a pit stop at my dick. I feel myself get hard and I sneak a glance at the guy at the other end of the room. Shit. I... That feels really good. I touch my nipple again and wriggle a little. It's a ticklish feeling. Well, almost but not quite. I can see the pale white skin around my nipples darkening. In a circle. And something... something suddenly stings deep inside my chest. Smooth skin grows slightly rough as the... whatever the fuck the stuff around a woman's nipples is called form on my chest. I move chest hairs aside and touch the skin. It's softer and moves against my chest like it's separate.
It feels good to touch myself there. On my chest. It feels real fucking good because my chest hurts and this helps. So I massage myself. My chest. And I moan because these nipples are sensitive. Squeezing and pushing and kneading at my chest with my fingers until I feel something stab my chest. I yell because it hurts so bad and then I'm falling and that hurts, too. I'm on my hands and knees now. My chest is burning. I feel things inside myself. I feel things moving. I look down and my chest is stretching. My hard nipples are moving and the burning is insane. I lean forward to breathe, almost panting as my chest pushes out. Chest hair flutters to the ground as, well, fuck, as my breasts grow. It's fucking weird to watch as my two little titties turn into a good handful and then continue growing, all under thick growth of chest hair. Except, not so thick any more. More and more bits of hair fall to the ground under me as my tits expand. I can feel their weight now, pulling to the ground below me. Smooth white skin with thick aching nipples.
The pain in my chest is so bad that I can barely feel what's happening to my hands. I feel something like small popping sensations; like when I crack my knuckles. Except, when I look over, my hands are... are... getting smaller? My fingers look different. I've been alive for twenty five years so I'm pretty familiar with what my body looks like and those are definitely smaller hands. Slimmer. And, again, more smooth. I used to have thick veins on the back of my hands but, as I watch, they disappear under perfect white skin. And then, fingernails. My fingernails are growing out. Just a little bit but I have nails now.
Jesus, these fucking tits are heavy. Sagging under me.
"Hey, man."
I jerk. The other guy is right there. In front of me. Shit. Shit shit shit. I'm not looking up.
"Hey, you all right? You remember anything? I can't remember a damn thing."
I'm not looking up. I'm not- I gasp in pain. Someone is twisting a knife in my guts and I want to scream.
"What the fuck?!" The man says.
Oh. I've accidentally looked up because of the fucking drill someone has in my stomach. I... I...
"Are you... I thought... I thought you were a guy. But...!"
I touch my face and I can tell immediately that something is different. My cheeks are on fire. Hell, my whole head is in pain but I thought it was the headache. There's no stubble any more. It's all smooth. My nose is smaller. As I'm exploring, I feel my cheekbones collapse a little and then move under my skin. I want to throw up again.
I look at the man and I feel tears of shame burning down my cheeks. "It hurts." I tell him. "It hurts a lot. Something is wrong. I am a man but..." I feel a tickle along the tops of my ears and then down my neck. Reaching up with my feminine fingers, I feel thick, long hair growing from my scalp. It moves like silk through my soft fingers. I feel it touch my shoulders and then stop. My lip trembles and I know I'm about to bawl. This isn't right. This isn't...
My throat crunches and I dry heave. My long, luxurious brown hair falls around the side of my head as I lean forward, coughing and hacking. I feel a rough hand on my shoulder and when I look up, the man is looking down at me. Scared.
"You okay, man?" He asks.
"Y... Yes. Yeah, I'm," I stop. My voice. My voice is wrong. It's soft and nearly as silky as my hair. And, worse, the man has a raging boner. This close, I can smell it. I can smell his dick.
The man seems embarrassed and apologetic. "Hey, I'm sorry. Jesus, I'm sorry. I don't... It's just... you're beautiful. I can't help it. You know how it goes, right? I mean, you're a guy, right?"