The sounds of the city's nightlife greeted Robert as he stepped from his apartment complex. He stopped, eyes wide and watching as an increasingly small part of him worried about how he looked. He frowned at himself, unsure of why he'd be worried yet the feeling didn't fade. A warm breeze caressed his soft, hairless cheek and he shivered in pleasure. Goosebumps rose from his arms and the young man hugged himself, hands rubbing against his arms.
An older gentleman walked by and Robert watched him pass. Behind the man, two young women walked, laughing and talking about a movie they'd just watched together. A hot flash of jealous raced through his body. Suddenly, he felt his throat grow tight and his eyes watered. He turned and looked down at the ground, breathing through his nose to fight against the sudden urge to cry.
That's dumb, Robert,
he told himself.
You're okay. Just breathe.
The young man tried to pinpoint why he was so emotional but nothing made sense. His cheeks burned to the tips of his ears and the clothing store's cashier flashed into his mind. She smirked at him. He felt shame for himself but the fog hid the true source from him.
Blinking away the start of tears, he turned and watched the women walk. Both wore high heels and their calf muscles stood out beneath short, loose skirts. Robert felt his cheeks burn hotter as he looked down at his running shoes.
I should just go back home. I look stupid. Everybody will see me and laugh.
Robert looked around as casually as he could, noting the styles of the people around him. His confidence sank at the number of well dressed women. Whether they wore skirts or pants, everything matched so well, from the color to the accessories. Hot tears welled up in Robert's eyes.
No! I do look stupid! Nobody else is wearing tennis shoes with a skirt. Or a... a pink sweater with a black miniskirt. I look dumb!
As the young man wiped away the tears from his eyes, new strands of hair pushed from his scalp, growing out alongside his shorter hair. The roots of his hair lightened from dark brown to golden amber. He reached up to tuck a loose strand of longer hair behind his ear. The gesture came naturally to him and he barely noticed. The tips of his hair brushed the back of his neck before stopping.
Almost as if responding to his touch, the skin of his left ear shifted. The edges of both ears became slim and delicate as his ears reshaped themselves.
Robert rubbed at his lower stomach. He felt twisted in knots and couldn't decide whether he felt nauseous or anxious. Slowly, with steady breathing, he began to calm. He wiped his smaller nose, careful of his lipstick.
If I go home,
he thought.
Then what? I got dressed up to go out.
Something deep in his subconscious raged at him. The tiny voice yelled and screamed for attention, begging and pleading him to go back home and hide and make phone calls and figure things out. Robert pushed it away.
I don't want to sit at home and do nothing. Besides...
A small ache bloomed behind Robert's balls and the young man groaned at the unfamiliar feeling. Hiding himself in a corner, he pushed the heel of his hand above his cock, rubbing against the sensation. Beneath his miniskirt, his cock stirred uselessly. As he rubbed himself, strands of his neatly trimmed pubic hair came free. At the same time, his testicles shriveled into tiny lumps, leaving his ball sack loose around them.
The young man shivered again as a flash of heat coursed through his body. Patches of his skin turned incredibly sensitive before fading away. The ache lessened slightly and the young man found himself panting, his small bosom heaving. Robert groaned again as his nipples tightened beneath his soft sweater. He bit his lip with his eyes closed and nearly whined with a sudden need to be touched. His red lips swelled further into full, luscious curves.
Thoughts of shame vanished. Robert breathed deeply and stood. His erect, pink nipples made small points in his sweater and proved distracting but he focused on his task. Pulling at the edge of his skirt and sweater, the young man turned and walked down the sidewalk.
The air was warm and filled with the sounds and smells of a dense, lively downtown area. Cars were rare as people chose to walk or take the occasional bus. The energy of everyone around him revitalized Robert.
Robert fell in behind a young couple and he studied them. He watched the woman walk in her heels and noticed the way it made her body move. As he had earlier, he found himself oddly jealous of her figure and posture. Another part of him wanted to run his fingers through her hair. Not as a lover might but to feel what her soft, red hair felt like. To compare it to his own.
Hard earned muscles beneath his thighs faded as he walked, replaced with softer tissues. His thighs swelled slightly and he frowned as they rubbed together every so often. Beneath his skirt, his panties stretched tight against his hips as the bones beneath the skin pushed and moved. He felt no pain but a sudden hot, aching flash made him stumble and moan. Robert stopped to lean against a pole and he found himself oddly energized. No, he felt ecstatic. He wanted to laugh or giggle or...
Hormonal shifts deep within his body accompanied the physical changes as his biology shifted. A fully functional uterus began to grow slowly inside of him as his hips opened wider to allow for the new changes. Robert moaned and gasped as his body adjusted and his miniskirt bulged a little more at the side and rear.
Small dimples appeared in the man's cheeks as they grew fuller. His normally narrow face took on a classic heart shape. His previously masculine features were nearly gone now with only the shape of the rest of his body leaving doubts as to his identity to a casual glance.
Robert straightened. The ache behind his cock had become slightly painful as his body hovered between male and female sexuality. He placed a thin, smooth hand against his stomach and then tossed his head. His long, light brown hair had thickened while he walked and he felt the reassuring weight of it on his shoulders.
People flowed around Robert, casting confused or curious looks his way. The young man waited for a moment and then fell in behind a group of friends.
Okay, I'm almost there. I just need to... need to...
His eyes fell on a young man at the edge of the group in front of him. The man's jeans and pants were tight and he was well muscled with an arrogant step to his walk. Robert swallowed hard as he felt his chest and cheeks grow warm. The heat flowed down to his belly and his cock shifted against the tight miniskirt. He felt his stomach flutter and almost screamed. Small muscles tightened behind his cock. Despite his changes, both physical and mental, he knew something was profoundly different.
Robert's growing vagina clenched in response to his desire. A new voice whispered to him.
It's okay,
the voice said.
This is normal. This is natural. Relax. This is okay.
A new sensation made Robert shift his eyes and blush. Around and over the small, hidden vagina, his blood began to pulse. The little vagina suddenly relaxed with a wet warmth. A small dot of precum leaked from the tip of his shrunken penis.
I was,
Robert paused, his eyes locked on the man ahead of him.
I... there was...
His thoughts became scattered as his body changed further. Strong new hormones clashed with modified brain chemistry and Robert could think of nothing but running his hands along the young man's strong arms and, more importantly, feeling the man touch him.
