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Layla and I spent my first full day as a woman together. We even went outside, though as always, there wasn't much to see out there. They say that back in the old days, we had spread out across almost the entire world. Now, everyone lived in arcologies like this one while nature was left to do its thing. Mostly. Resources were still required, so highways and rails were still maintained. But that was all one could see from the arcology. Four endless highways, lined by rail lines, along with countless lights moving in all four cardinal directions, towards the next arcology, branching off towards mines, oilfields, logging operations, and everything else. In a way, I suppose it was beautiful, with each vehicle like two stars traveling together towards the horizon.

It did, if nothing else, grant a little perspective about… scale. How small we really were, in comparison to everything that wasn't ourselves. How little the world we inhabited, compared to everything we'd never see. It must've been centuries since anyone saw any given pond in one of the grand forests that grew wild between arcologies and roads. Even within our enclosed realm, I had seen so little. These buildings were enormous, after all, and I was just one… woman.

And that was another thing. Even within ourselves, about the most quintessential truth of our existence, about the condition of consciousness, we knew precious little. What we knew was like a spark within a vast and expansive infinity within our minds. Then there was the fact that ninety-nine or more percent of the world's population would never really know anything about my experience as a newly minted woman.

Oh, sure, Layla knew roughly how I felt. There was a kind of beautiful flow of thought that other women, or at least her, seemed to understand. Experiences that could be predicted, empathies that could be shared, and everything else akin to such things. But men didn't think like us. Not quite. I mean, we weren't aliens, but were about as unknown as that pond in the forest. They might approximate what our inner worlds were like, but they'd never truly know. Likewise, my past was already slipping away. I had to assume that my physical brain perhaps hadn't changed that much, but the balance of hormones had, and with each passing hour it became a little harder to think like the old, male me had.

Which was terribly unfortunate, because that left me terrified about the upcoming breeding. I dreaded it, but I also anticipated it, though the excitement was fading away with the traces of my old self.

We weren't there yet, though. There were many more things Layla – and someone else, according to her – would teach me. I'd also have to meet my class again, and show myself to them, well before any breeding took place.

I'd received letters from them during the time that I'd been unconscious. A lot of letters. Even the boys I'd never spoken to much had something to say to me. I hadn't dared open them, but after lunch, which we had delivered to us in the hospital room, Layla insisted that I do so. I insisted that I don't. She, being the more experienced woman, overruled that.

She was wonderful, but at the same time, I couldn't wait to get my own life… back. Or rather, have a new life of my own. Here, every day, I was being monitored. They'd already examined my entire body twice, poking and prodding just about every inch of me to make sure nothing was wrong. Then they'd stuck me in a full-body MRI machine and examined every inch of my insides too. It was getting invasive, but an elderly wolf had presented me with the “good news": I had a healthy womb, ovaries, a uterus, all the things that women needed to reproduce. Besides some minor variation in body shape, there was no difference at all between me and a woman born as such.

It made me feel terribly warm and fuzzy.

Either way, helpless as I was to say no to Layla, I picked up one of the letters. It was a white envelope with my name, Alex, scribbled on top of it. I didn't recognize the handwriting, and on top of that, Layla insisted that I read it out loud, giggling as she poked fun at me for getting so many “love letters". She had, the leopard claimed, only gotten a handful. I had what looked like a dozen at least.

I opened the first one.

“Hello, Alex.

The professor told us to write letters for you. It feels like some sort of primary school thing. I don't really think adults write letters like this. But man woman, I hope you're doing ok. From what I saw, you were turning really sexy.

Best wishes,

Lance."

“Who the hell is…" I closed my eyes and thought about it for a moment. I think Lance was a bunny. More muscle than brains. Not someone I'd ever really talked to, though, and from the faint recollections I had, he was mostly into sports. “Oh."

Layla giggled. “Hey, I could name everyone from my class!"

“Yeah, but they've all probably fucked you by now, I'm sure I'll remember at least quite a few from mine soon," I replied, in a tone that turned out a little meaner than I'd intended.

“Pff, no need to get sassy with me, young lady," Layla admonished me. “Fine, open the next one."

This one was from Damian. I recognized it before I even opened the envelope. It had his tell-tale chicken-scratch handwriting that the teachers had spent his entire youth trying to fix. They hadn't succeeded.

“Hi Alex. Hope you're doing ok. Look I know I'm always kinda a loud idiot, but I really do like you. And not just because you probably got great tits now. The loudness is how I stop myself from overthinking everything. Yeah. I dunno what to say. You'll make a beautiful, wonderful woman."

“One of my friends, though a really irritating one," I explained to Layla.

“Ooh. It almost sounds like he's had a crush on you since before this, even," Layla smiled. “Same awkward tone all boys get when they're in love."

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. Damian certainly had no crush on me, and I told the leopard as much.

“Well, just make note of how eager he is when it's time for your breeding," she replied, sticking her tongue out. “Though I guess he might secretly be gay too, if he was into you before. Or not, because when you think about it, you've always been a woman. Just not physically, you know?"

“I'm still absolutely terrified about the whole breeding thing. I mean, all of them?" I asked, setting the letter aside. “One after the other?"

“I mean, basically, but also no," Layla replied. She took a deep breath. “So, we kind of just think of it as 'everyone', but all the partners get preapproved. And they have pretty strict quality control. You get to pick who takes your virginity too. But ideally, we take as many as we can handle, because remember, it's basically a religious experience for a lot of them."

She took another breath.

“So, it's not literally your whole class, and the assholes don't get to fuck you, and it's about your comfort, so they'll stop it if things are too much for you. But I doubt they will be. You'll be in heat for the first occasion, and that… well, you'll see, but it makes it a lot easier to be horny," Layla grinned. I could tell she was speaking from experience. “I mean, most of the time, I actually prefer other women! But when the heat comes though, oh boy, every cock around is just the most beautiful thing!"

She insisted on it even when I questioned her, and believe me, I questioned her plenty. Apparently, heats really were that amazing. She sold the idea with such grandiose descriptions that I couldn't help but look forward to it a little.

We went through a few more letters. They were all well-wishes from my friends and acquaintances, from people I knew well and others that I barely knew at all. A lot of them practically dripped with lust – apparently they really liked the idea of someone they knew having transformed – and others were a little dryer. Some were almost romantic. The transformed were allowed to have partners, whether male or female, but of course, that was not to get in the way of our duties, so the sex would never be exclusive, no matter what some of the men pouring the hearts out to me suggested.

Just then, the wolf who'd handled the injections walked into the room after a polite knock on the door. His name, I'd learned, was Duskmane. Terribly dramatic, but wolves often had last names that bordered on the gothic, especially the ones with jet-black fur like this one. I resolved to think of him as merely Dusk.

“Good evening, ladies. How are you both feeling?" he asked. The attitude he'd shown to us as men was nowhere to be seen; he seemed soft and considerate now, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the softness was purely self-serving.

I nodded. “I'm fine. Just a little… dazzled, still. But Layla has been a great help."

“Good," he replied. “You are due to meet your classmates tomorrow. Don't worry; any unwanted advances will be shut down with extreme prejudice," he smiled, almost looking like he wanted to punch someone's lights out for trying.

I nodded again. “And then?"

“Then you have a few days until your first heat should be starting. I trust that Layla here as told you what'll happen then?" he asked.

“Yes," I confirmed, trying to keep my expression neutral to see if Dusk had anything to say for his part.

“Mm. I understand it can be rather overwhelming, but you'll eventually adjust to it. Still, outside of that, you're entirely free to choose your own partner, which I believe you've also been informed of," he stated, reverting back to his neutral tone. “I trust you are comfortable otherwise?"

“Y-yes," I replied. “But I'll be a bit more so when I uh… get my own home, instead of a hospital room."

“Can't be helped, that. We have to keep you here to make sure there's no, well, the transformation has some potential complications that you probably shouldn't be worrying about while still trying to get used to things," Dusk noted, of course only managing to make me worry about those potential side effects.

I nodded meekly. I couldn't really argue with him about something that I knew nothing about.

“Well, either way," he said clearing his throat. “I'll leave you two alone. Just prepare for the meeting tomorrow. Layla here can help you with makeup and such if you'd feel more confident with some on."

I shrugged, and he seemed to accept that as a response. Gods only knew what I'd do. I had always wanted to try makeup, of course, but this was all so much all at once, and makeup cost a fortune, too. I knew I'd feel guilty putting on as much as a little lipstick.

Then again, maybe I deserved a little treat for how the last few days had been. And doubly so for what the days would be like once I went into heat and then got knocked up.

Either way, Dusk didn't say much more that evening, and eventually Layla returned to her own quarters, leaving me alone in my hospital room.

And that's when I decided to really explore my body. I had been uncomfortable, almost afraid to touch any part of myself at first, but I understood that I had to figure out how every new part of me worked before I was forced to put it to use. So, I slipped my slender little hands under my dress and squeezed my breasts, only to be surprised that it didn't really feel like much. No wonder men were more breast-focused than women; there was a very mild soreness at best.

Then, I touched my nipples, and squeaked out loud at just how sensitive those were. There was some pleasure, but I was quickly realizing that I'd have to tell everyone to be very gentle, because otherwise I might be screaming. If they pinched my nipples like they do in porn, I definitely would be. It was almost obscene how sensitive some parts of me were. Not in the sense of testicles and their incredible potential for causing pain, either, but simply very… sensitive.

I couldn't really explain it. But I kept exploring. More than anything I had avoided my crotch until now, I suppose partially because I was afraid of what was down there, now. I know from Layla's stint with the vibrating toy that it could make me feel just as good as my cock had before, but there was an emptiness that unsettled me. A soft nothingness where everything had previously felt full and busy. I know, I know; pointless pontification. But imagine yourself waking up without a nose tomorrow. You might still inhale and tell scents apart with your nostrils, but the lack of a nose would surely cause some confusion.

Either way, I dared to explore that gap now. My fingers found soft outer lips. Sensitive, but not enough to make me squeak again. A little towards the center were the inner ones. I knew how a vagina looked, just about. The inner lips were more sensitive, maybe like the skin of my former cock. It felt good to run my finger along that groove, but it still wasn't overwhelming. Maybe I was just ready for it this time.

Recalling every illustration and every porn image I'd seen of women, I pushed a finger firmly between the lips. I was getting a little worked up at that point, and that meant a little wet, which in turn meant that my finger suddenly slipped knuckle-deep inside me. The sensation was so eerie, being inside myself in a way that I'd never felt before. I was warm, with unfamiliar muscles squeezing my finger tightly. It felt good, though. I suppose it had to feel good, or otherwise no woman would choose to have sex.

I held myself there for a moment, letting my mind and body adjust to his new sensation. The walls inside felt almost ribbed, and I could only imagine how they'd caress a cock inside me, designed by countless years of evolution to bring a man to orgasm as quickly as possible so they pumped their seed into me.

I felt the wet warmth around my finger increase, so I pulled out, feeling wetness cling to my finger. There was one more part to explore, the one that Layla had introduced me to, roughly and quickly. The most sensitive part. The clit. I hesitated a little as I moved my fingers up, scolding myself for that hesitation as I did. It was just one part of my body, as much a part of myself as my fingers and ears. I'd just have to figure out how to handle it.

I tensed up, expecting another shock of sensation, but instead, touching the little nub just sent a little shiver of pleasure through me. Not at all unpleasant. Maybe the surprise had been a bigger part of it than I'd thought.

So, I did what any girl experiencing all of this for the first time would probably do. I rubbed around that spot a little more insistently, feeling the tingling, warm sensation quickly spread through my loins. I kept rubbing and it grew and grew until I was squirming, the pressure – no, tension, it was much more like a tension – inside me was reaching a peak that I could barely handle at all. That was when I started feeling wet too. Wet, but inside me. The sensation was incredibly muted but I was still aware of it, and my insistent kneading began to sound, well… slippery. If I had been a male, still, I'd have assumed I just came, but no. I was nowhere near done. All my instincts and urges told me to keep rubbing.

I did. And I let the fantasies flood my mind as they wanted. The first, instant image that appeared before my mind's eye was that of a man between my legs, giving me a good look at his beautifully, obscenely hard cock before aiming it a little lower. My fingers simulated how it might feel to have the tip prod against my folds, and another gasp escaped my lips as my finger accidentally slipped inside with how wet I was getting. I had been damp before, now I was, well, slick. Like the inside of my new sex was covered in slimy nectar. I know, I know. But it was hard to describe so early on. I suppose the lusty liquid was a little like precum, but there was far more of it.

I rubbed harder and faster, until I was gasping with the intensity of the feeling. I wished Layla had been here to put her fingers inside me, or a toy, or anything else, but that was pure greed. I was already feeling amazing, rubbing my sopping wet snatch. I thrust another finger in, and then a third, groaning while I tweaked that little clit from which all the pleasure I was feeling seemed to radiate and suffuse into the rest of my body.

Then, the orgasm. I was prepared for something to happen, so I didn't moan too loudly. Instead, my fingers slipped out of me and I clamped that wet hand over my muzzle to muffle my vocalizations. The orgasm was like something out of a dream, an incredibly intense feeling of pleasure, and again it seemed to engulf my whole body rather than just my sex, something that had never been the case as a man. But I writhed, I trembled, and I quivered in the throes of my world-shaking climax, leaving a rather big damp patch on the bed. I wouldn't notice that until later, though, and right now I didn't care. I felt like… heaven. Feverish, twitching heaven, as all that tension inside me erupted into pure, liquid ecstasy.

It went on for a few moments. Then I slumped back down against the bed, feeling like I was floating on the soft mattress. The air smelled like… well, me, but for a brief moment I had no worries, anxieties, or hangups. Only relaxed, satisfied bliss, again in a much deeper sense than I'd felt it when I was still a man.

If having sex felt this good, I knew I wouldn't mind all the breeding in the slightest. Of course, pregnancy would still not be an easy thing. It never was, for any woman, from all I'd read about it.

Eventually I started to become more aware of just how wet that slit between my legs had gotten. I started to feel cold and had to get up to towel myself dry, and that's when I noticed I'd gotten the bed pretty wet too. It was embarrassing, even mortifying, to see that mess. I'd thought getting off as a man made a mess, but at least I could aim that. This… well, it seemed that I'd just get helplessly drippy any time I got horny.

I made a mental note to use a towel next time I rubbed myself, as well as to ask Layla for a dildo, before the big event, so I could feel what being filled would be like. But those were worries for another day; thankfully, the bed was big enough for two people and I could curl up on my usual side while letting the rest dry overnight, and my new sex was pretty satisfied with what I'd teased it into.

I would have a big day tomorrow. Meeting my former class did certainly make me nervous, but there wouldn't be any actual sex yet. That had to wait until I was fertile, naturally. The last few days had been a blur of activity and learning to get comfortable with myself, in more than one sense of the word.

Half sleep, I wondered if I could bring Layla with me. God, seeing two women would probably make some heads explode. Damian with his obnoxious attitude, for sure. Probably everyone else too. But then again, this was something I had to do personally. It wasn't as if I had any real doubt about what gender I was – nor sex, with how thorough the transformative drugs were – so why did I feel like I did?

That was the crux of the matter. It was some kind of imposter syndrome, even though my very DNA had been reconfigured into a purely female form. And yet I still didn't feel like I was good enough. I didn't even want to imagine how it'd have been before we could change our bodies like this. If I didn't feel entirely the part despite literally being a woman in every way, it must've been even harder before.

Maybe it'd come with time. I yawned, accidentally bumping my still-sore breasts with my arm as I stretched. Yeah, just like that. That'd come with time too, learning to adjust all my motions to compensate for the two beautiful mounds on my chest. I loved them, I was proud of them, but they sure liked getting in the way. Then again, men usually had balls, which got just as much in the way until a boy grew used to them. And sitting on those hurt a hundred times worse than squashing your tits. Not that I'd ever had big enough ones to sit on them, the whole idea had been strange to me, but I'd heard friends say they did. And who would lie about how big their balls were?

Well, maybe some of them would. Maybe it was one of those masculine things that I'd never understood despite my original body looking the part.

Either way. Once again, they brought breakfast to my room. Eventually, I'd be moving away from here and have to eat at the cafeteria with the rest of the women, but they wanted to keep things as slow as possible. Some sort of bad experience with forcing things to happen too quickly, Dusk had explained, with a frustrated look on his face that told me he wanted things to happen quickly, but couldn't figure out a way to do so without damaging others.

Then again, wasn't that how everyone worked? Always in a hurry, held back only by risks to themselves or others. It was simply how society was, now. Especially as we teetered on the brink of extinction. It was easy to lose track of that in my journey of self-discovery. Hell, it was easy to lose track of, period, as someone who had grown up in the post-plague world. I had never known my mother. To someone from a healthier age, past or future, I think that might've seemed unthinkable, terrible, even sad. For me, and everyone else my age, it was normal. I'd never know my children either; I'd have so many that our arcology would take care of them.

Did I feel bad about that? I wasn't sure, yet. I hadn't really adjusted to the idea of having children at all, so I didn't know how I'd feel. Layla didn't say anything, so as to not influence how I felt about it all.

I did, while chewing on perfectly cooked and seasoned sausages, toy with the idea of what I'd do if I did truly want to keep my child, once I had one. I'd have to leave the arcology with them. Either sneak out into the wilderness and leave all pretense of civilization behind, or sneak on board of one of the many trains that left for cities unknown. As far as I knew, though, none of the world had been spared. True global communications had broken down when the plague struck – though rarely credited, it turned out that women were important for maintaining many of the systems the internet depended upon – and though it'd been restored for the elite, that was not the case for us. We only heard what happened elsewhere through curated news.

In short, though, doing anything but what was expected of me meant leaping headfirst into the unknown, perhaps with a baby in my arms, throwing caution to the wind. It was the same if I, for some reason, didn't wish to conceive at all. I'd have to escape.

As a man, maybe it'd have been doable. As a woman, it'd be deeply dangerous. Not that it would be safe for anyone to leave the arcologies, but the world was a dangerous place for someone of my rare new gender. Even before the plague women had always faced more risk when travelling, and that was when we were commonplace. Now, most people outside of the arcologies had never even seen one of us except in old erotica.

All of these thoughts were only idle musings. I was, in the end, fairly determined to experience pregnancy at least once. It felt like such a quintessential part of womanhood. Not that it was needed, but it was something that only women could experience. Like how men were on average the only ones who'd get their cocks stuck in a zipper, maybe. But I liked to imagine it as something more profound, the massive changes all resulting from such a simple act, and a brief moment of pleasure.

I did want to try it. And that's what I imagined as I finished eating. How I'd look when pregnant, or rather, how I'd feel. I had heard it could make you impossibly horny, prone to mood swings, needing chocolate for emotional support…

“Hey, sleepy! You've still not finished breakfast?" Layla called out as she stepped in. She'd be here to support me for my class reunion, if I needed er.

“I've just been thinking," I sighed. “About everything."

“Yeah! And you bet your cute butt that you'll be thinking about everything a lot more in the future!" Layla laughed. “It's kind of how life gets when you don't need to work."

“Well, being pregnant is pretty much work, isn't it?" I pointed out.

“Yep, that's how you earn your keep. But it has a lot more downtime than the kind of jobs they put the boys in. Like military service, long-distance driving, railway maintenance, you know the stuff," Layla replied. “So, you'll always have time to think. Probably why they always say we women are more intelligent. Well, on average. I know I'm not."

“Don't-“ I started, meaning to tell her to not sell herself short, then Dusk entered the room as well and interrupted our little moment.

“Are you feeling just about ready? Remember, if any of them bother you-“ he started.

“-then I'll tell you, and you'll deal with them," I finished. He had told me that several times, and I did appreciate the offer of protection. That said, even Damian was hardly bad, he was just irritating sometimes. None of them would threaten me, unless something had changed since my transformation.

“Yes, exactly," he grinned. It was rare to see Dusk smile. It seemed, mostly, to be in response to potential violence, as if he found it a delightful thought. He worried me, in that way, but then again, some people had to be okay with violence. “Now, if you could, please get dressed. Have you decided on if you want Layla to accompany us?"

I finished the last few bites of breakfast and got up, heading to the makeshift closet I had in the hospital room. “I think I'll be fine," I called out. “No need to waste her time too!"

“Agreed," Dusk rumbled. “Now, hurry up. I hate these events."

I didn't ask him to clarify as I was busy wiggling my way into that little black dress I'd received from Layla earlier. I imagined it had to look ridiculous to anyone watching, me trying to squeeze my way into that thing like a fish trying to escape a trap. The straps kept ending up in the wrong places, which was amazing for a piece of clothing with only two major openings. It was impossible to tell where her head was supposed to go, as opposed to the arms!

After I'd taken several minutes, Layla opted to come in and check on me, and she found me flustered to the point of my face being entirely red rather than the usual vulpine orange.

“Aw! You should've just said you need help. You picked like, the tightest dress," she smiled. “Let's get you all dressed up, hun."

I wanted to protest but held my tongue. She only meant the best, and I couldn't let my own irritation at not knowing anything about how one was supposed to be a woman make me lash out at her. I just wondered how anyone learned this, and why it all had to be so difficult. Men wore jeans and shirts. Suits, sometimes. And I had to squeeze myself into this – admittedly gorgeous – dress?

It felt unfair, but at the same time the dress felt so much better on me than any rough work clothes ever had. It left me a little conflicted, and I wondered if the women of the past had ever faced problems like this, or if they simply learned all the difficult parts and made them second nature before even reaching adulthood.

Probably. We were social creatures, after all. I'd fit my role eventually, I told myself, as Layla tugged the dress over my hips and all the way down so it covered about half my legs.

“There you go, looking great," she grinned. “Want me to put some makeup on you too?"

“Not today, I don't want to like… intimidate the guys," I replied. “I want them to know I'm still myself."

“Mhm. But are you, really?" Layla grinned. “I'd bet old man-Alex wouldn't have been wearing dresses or considering makeup. Or trying to decide if she really did want to get pregnant or not."

I raised an eyebrow, first thinking she must've read my mind, but then realizing that every woman surely had the same thoughts and questions, now. If they hadn't always had them.

“It's worth it, though," Layla reassured me. “Here-“

She took my hand and guided it to her belly, my palm against her bellybutton and my fingers splayed against her warm fur just above that. She felt warm, and there was the slightest swelling of her next kittens, but not much beyond that. No… kicking, or anything. But I'm not sure what I was expecting either, nor what Layla wanted me to notice.

“Yes?" I asked, after a moment of silence.

“Exactly, it's not all that weird," she giggled. “It's all natural for us. There's no great drama to it before you're just about ready to pop!"

“Except the… um, I mean, you've experienced it and I haven't, but it really seems like it's kind of a life-changing experience," I tried, referring to all the “morning sickness", the “pregnancy cravings", the stretch marks, and everything else I'd heard about even just pregnancy itself.

“Well yeah, but every change in life is like that," Layla smiled. “Kinda, anyway. You know, you do something new, and you'll get all kinds of new problems. Only with pregnancy they're all natural… you know, we'll talk about this later if you'd like!"

Indeed, we didn't have time to go into any kind of depth about those problems. Only moments later, Dusk called for me again, with the sternest voice he could muster. It was time. I checked myself in the mirror one last time and then headed to him, and said goodbye to Layla in the process.

“About time. It's amazing, every time someone is transformed, they end up taking twice as long to get ready for anything," he sighed. “As if you had to just because… well, you know what I mean."

I nodded, noncommittally. He wasn't wrong in my case, but I detested the fact that he seemed to think it was a universal necessity. Or that it was our fault. The dresses weren't easy to get on, and if I actually wanted makeup, that'd take an hour too, at least early on.

Either way, he didn't say much else as he led me into the corridor outside, and then an elevator that was locked, which I knew from earlier exploration. It hadn't opened when I'd tried to use it, but Dusk pressed the button and the doors obligingly slid open. It struck me, as the elevator began to move, that I didn't actually know where in the arcology I was.

When I say elevator, I don't mean the kind in old media, where they move up and down. Ours went sideways, too, along a network of shafts that theoretically led everywhere in the arcology, though only if one had the right permissions. Dusk, of course, did. I wasn't sure what his official title was, but he seemed to be some sort of important security person, maybe even the head of security. He looked the part, at least, practically exuding a grumpy kind of authority, and with the kind of gaze that could silence the most trouble-making teenager in a split second.

I still had no idea what kind of person he really was, though. He didn't seem to like women very much, but certainly, he disliked men more. I had to wonder if Dusk really liked anyone at all. He seemed like the kind of older man driven only by a sense of duty, or perhaps loathing.

Older than me, that is. He was just old enough for grey hairs to have started appearing on his snout.

Either way, standing next to him in that enclosed space as the elevator slid down a shaft, then sideways through another… it wasn't uncomfortable. There was a steadiness about it, even if he was as bristly as he was. A kind of reliable safety, the same way one might've felt safe with a squad of armed police around herself, but at the same time, it wasn't exactly relaxing and comfortable either. Around him lingered a spicy, musky scent. Cedarwood I recognized. There was a hint of jasmine, too. And of course, there was the smell of him, a masculine note that mingled with whatever cologne he was wearing.

I wondered, briefly, if he had a partner at all.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. I stepped out, immediately disoriented by virtue of facing a different direction than I had when entering. Then, I suddenly recognized my surroundings. We were in one of the dormitory corridors, where I had once lived, and where all of my meager belongings still probably remained, along with all my friends and acquaintances, all having been left behind when everything changed.

I had walked past this elevator door dozens – no, hundreds – of times, and I'd never wondered where it led. As if I'd been in a daze all my life and only now was waking up properly, truly noticing everything around me, from doors to colors to… the scent of significantly cheaper deodorant that had to belong to my former classmates.

I was so caught up in a sudden wave of reminiscing and nostalgia that I jumped when I suddenly felt Dusk's rough hand on my shoulder.

“Are you ready? They're all assembled in the same auditorium where you saw Layla's presentation, just before the transformation," he explained.

“Yes. Let's go. Please," I replied, terse thanks to nervosity. “We'll… let's just go before I lose my nerve, please."

I took a quick glance down to make sure my breasts hadn't popped out or anything. As much as I liked having them, they could be a bother sometimes. Instead, I followed Dusk through a door, and into that auditorium.

It was exactly how I remembered it. But then again, it'd only been a week. It felt like lifetimes had passed since I was here, though. But that was a distant worry, when I suddenly found myself being stared at by my entire former class of over two dozen gaping young men.

“A-Alex? Holy shit, what-“ someone called out, and that was what it took to get them all yelling and shouting at once in surprise, lust, and I think in some cases actual happiness to see me again. Most so from Damian, who was surprisingly quiet and smiled at me with what I think was relief.

Dusk held up an arm. “Shut up, please. God, this is why I hate… never mind, just shut up," he growled. “This is Alex. Yes, the same Alex. Yes, there will be a breeding, later. If you behave. And yes, I will personally plant my first in the snout of any of you who comment on how much better she looks with tits, so help me God."

_ _That managed to quiet down the rowdy crowd, and most settled on simply staring at me, until finally, Damian – who else? – raised his hand, the way we had theoretically been taught to do. Dusk glanced at him.

“If you're going to ask if she still has a cock, you'll get the fist too. Otherwise, go ahead," the wolf groaned.

“Um, alright. Alex, you look beautiful," he stuttered. I'd never seen Damian be at a loss for words, but apparently my breathtaking beauty was enough to do it. Though I think it was more of a matter of just being a woman at all. “Really. Good to see you again."

“Someone's all polite when horny, I see," Dusk interjected with a tired look. “Not the worst attribute, but make it less obvious the next time, if you live until women are commonplace again."

Damian almost melted into his chair at that one, but I got the feeling that Dusk had been in his position, once, to pinpoint his feelings so exactly.

“Thanks," I replied. “It's really good to see everyone again."

My new higher-pitched and feminine voice made the whole class break out into giggles and talking again, until Dusk made a gesture like cutting a throat, pulling a single shiny claw sideways over his own in a pantomimed act.

Michael, the bear, raised his arm next.

“Are you like… the same person?" he asked, hesitating a little in the middle, as if not sure how to phrase what he wanted to ask. “The same Alex? Or do you, um, think differently? Do women… think the same?"

It wasn't well-phrased, no, but Michael could be surprisingly deep in a shallow way – for whatever sense that made, meant in the sense of him having complex ideas but lacking the intellect to really express them – when it came to it.

“I think so," I replied, looking at the bear. “But I mean, if they're correct, then I was always a woman, anyway. I just didn't know it."

“So, no difference? Like, I know you weren't attracted to men-“ he started, before Dusk cut him off with a stare so intense that it damn near made the massive bear shrivel into a dust bunny.

“No, no, it's okay. Yes, that part… has at least grown a little more obvious," I replied, blushing a little going by how warm my face felt. “I am definitely into men."

The bear smiled in a way that made me suspect he was, too. Too bad we'd never get to talk about it, now. Men and women lived separately, after all, because otherwise we'd get torn apart. I hoped that he'd figure himself out even without my assistance, though.

“When do we get to fuck you?" one of the two spotty cats called out. I couldn't remember this one's name, just that he wasn't Kerry, the jaguar.

Dusk, my protector – and whatever else he was, perhaps my jailor – sighed, walked up to the leopard, grabbed him by the shoulder, twisted his arm, and slammed him against a wall. They were all young men in their best years and most frequently worked out, but the wolf had the kind of body that said he meant it. The leopard squirmed and protested, saying that he hadn't even done anything.

“Listen, if the women aren't comfortable, then low lives like you don't get to fuck anyone at all," the wolf said, his voice dipping into a dialect I wasn't quite familiar with, and that I'd never heard him use before. “Because the alternative – if the only way to survive as a species is rape – isn't acceptable. If everyone decides to act like you, we're not going to survive."

Not that it was entirely voluntary for us, as it was, but I appreciated the thought, at least. It was certainly better to be, well, appreciated? It made it feel like I had a real choice in the matter, even in reality was much grimmer than that. Dusk let go of the younger man and he turned around, looking frustrated.

“But we're going to fuck her anyway, ri-“ the leopard began. Dusk, in a motion so quick I barely saw it at all, headbutted him, I think. There was a crack, and the leopard collapsed into a pile against the wall, holding his muzzle with both hands.

“You're not," he snarled. “And neither will any of the rest of you if you don't act with some decency. Any more stupid questions? Please ask them, I forgot how good it feels to answer in kind."

Nobody seemed to volunteer. I have to point out that while Dusk made me feel safe with his fierce protectiveness, he seemed unhinged, teetering on the edge of, well, losing it. I couldn't even imagine what had made him like this, but I did know he lived through the plague. Maybe he had lost a wife, or even a daughter. That'd be enough to do it.

“Any more good questions?" he asked. “The kind that won't get your nose broken?"

“Are you okay with it? I mean… what's about to happen?" Damian asked.

Dusk glanced at him but said nothing.

“I think I am," I answered, after a moment's hesitation. “I mean, it's necessary… and It's supposed to feel good, too."

A wave of murmurs and whispered comments swept across my former class. I could tell a lot of them were almost bursting at the seams, wanting to ask much lewder questions, but stopped from doing so by Dusk's stern glance. I'd have been completely okay with answering, but it seemed that part of the experience of womanhood was to be kept deliberately mysterious for the men. Maybe they'd be less attracted to us – gods, I was already thinking of men as them, rather than us – if they knew we were just people like anyone else.

I got a few more questions after that. Mostly, the clumsy but innocent ones, like asking what periods were like (I hadn't had any, yet), what masturbating was like (Dusk stepped in for that one) and a plethora of questions about my breasts, including if I could lactate yet (I could not).

“You all could do with reading a book about women," Dusk suggested, with an expression so flat it was almost threatening. “But if that's all you have to ask, you'll be receiving information regarding the breeding later on. You will all get to watch. And those of you who pass our tests and are good, productive members of society, will also get to participate. As long as you don't make Alex here uncomfortable."

“Wait, please," Damian interrupted. “I just… um."

The deer looked at me like I was a pair of headlights, trying to work up the courage to say what he wanted, only to fail to the tune of a quiet, half-whispered “never mind," plenty to leave me confused about his actual intentions. Unless he had a crush on me. The obnoxious old Damian who suddenly seemed to be one of the more respectful of my former friends.

It was interesting, at least.

“Well, that'll be all, then," Dusk announced. He took my hand, and we left the classroom.

“Teenage boys. If there's anything I'm tired of and never want to see again, it's teenage boys," Dusk sighed. “The false bravado, the exaggerated machismo, the total lack of a basic understanding of how the world works. Gods! If we had a goose that laid golden eggs, one of them would try to fuck it."

“I guess it's only nature," I suggested. “Testosterone and all that."

“It's not," Dusk growled. “I was their age once. I never once took an unnecessary risk, never once got into a pointless fight before my job required me to. There's no excuse."

I didn't feel like challenging him on that. I didn't entirely agree, but I had been left feeling rather exhausted by the little meet and greet. It certainly felt that several of my friends had developed instant crushes on my new, female self, and the rest all at least wanted to fuck me, which I couldn't honestly blame them for. At least there was some more quality control than I'd initially been led to believe.

Maybe it wasn't. But it still turned me on at least as much as it horrified me. I guess that was the part they didn't really want men finding out; that women were just as horny if given the right opportunity. We were supposed to be somehow unattainable, and yet, also very available for the sake of reproduction. And I do understand that. We had to repopulate the earth. But the dual approaches to womanhood now that none of the previous generations survived still confused me.

“You should be going into heat soon. This week, certainly," Dusk told me as we reached the same old hospital floor via the elevator, and then, the room I was starting to get very bored of at this point. I could still smell Layla's perfume lingering in the air. “When that happens, please tell us, because otherwise we'll have to notice it ourselves. And getting that worked up is rather unnecessary."

“W-what do you mean?" I asked. “You'd notice anyway?"

“The scent. You've not been a woman long, I suppose. But all you have a very particular fragrance when receptive, and it drives men wild. We can resist, of course, but it's rather unpleasant," Dusk explained. “Didn't Layla talk about it with you? We'll have to remind her."

“N-no, you can just give me a book to read and I will, no need for her to use her time on that," I protested.

“We pay her for that. And it's not like she has anything else to do while pregnant, we can't risk a single kitten," Dusk sighed. “But I'll make sure they get you a few books about female anatomy. From the pre-plague times when people still cared, I think we have a whole pallet of them in storage. If not a dozen pallets."

He trailed off again, that far-away look in his eyes, as if he was exploring memories of better times as we walked. I couldn't blame him, as the more time we spent together, the more convinced I became that he had lost someone important to him. Maybe that was why he was so protective of women. At the same time, maybe it hadn't been because of the plague, given his hostility towards other men.

I imagined a kidnapped child or wife. Murdered, maybe. But I didn't dare to ask him. I had to wait until he felt like telling me about whatever had happened on his own behalf, if he ever did. And if he didn't, well, I had plenty of things on my own mind.

The breeding was the big one. But apparently, I'd also smell irresistible to men when fertile. That'd make any sort of traveling much harder, especially if I also got rather aroused like most other women during their heats. There was the bleeding, too. And that wasn't even getting into the fact that I was physically weaker than almost everyone I walked past, bar maybe the very old and young and those with completely static jobs.

Ah, well. I still loved every moment of it. It made sense. I was, after all, born this way, at least on the inside. I just hadn't always known it.

“By the way," the wolf added. “There's been another transformation. A hyena. Just a day after yours. It's pretty rare to get two so close together, but it's a good sign for the future. You'll get to meet her later. And potentially, we could probably have you combine your breedings, if you'd both like to. Her name? She hasn't chosen one yet, she wasn't lucky enough to come out of the box with a unisex one like you."

That was a lot to think about. At the same time, I was excited about meeting, even if just briefly, someone else who had freshly changed and had to face the same difficulties as myself. Maybe I cold help her a little, like Layla helped me, though from a much fresher perspective. And of course, the thought of getting bred side by side, each by our own classes, did set off twinge of desire in my lower belly, but I couldn't give the wolf any solid answer just then.

After we'd said all we had to say, Dusk left me at the hospital room once again. By now, I was itching to go almost anywhere else, but I didn't quite dare explore either, not alone.

I'd have to ask Layla! I didn't know if she had any kind of adventurous spirit, but maybe she could at least walk me around a little more, maybe even outside of the little area we'd been confined to on the hospital floors. There were so many things I wanted to do now, and I especially wanted to do all those things before I inevitably ended up too pregnant to walk anywhere much.

That day ended with the usual fantasies. I found that Layla, though busy with her own life, had left her little vibrator in my spare clothes. I had, like, a Pavlovian reaction to seeing it. I was instantly reminded of how shockingly good it'd felt against my clit, and that made my still unfamiliar feminine sex start growing rather warm and damp.

I say unfamiliar, but I was starting to understand how it all worked, and the feelings of having had something more down there were fading, too. But it did still feel a little odd to have to change panties because I had too many sexual thoughts. I could only imagine how it'd be when I was actually having sex and the man – or men – all left their own additional mess inside.

I certainly could imagine it, and imagining it turned me on. So out came that vibrator. I gave it a little flick in my hand and it buzzed to life, just as strong as I remembered it being. And then, I screamed out loud the instant it made contact with my clit, and I had to move it away.

I was so incredibly sensitive, in a way that I never had been as a man.

But I wanted more. I needed more. I don't know what'd gotten into me, but I was just so incredibly horny all of a sudden, enough so that even the jarring sensation couldn't stop it. So, I placed the vibrator down again, right next to that over-sensitive little bean, and let the vibrations resonate through my pubic mound.

I laid like that, letting the fantasies – and my juices – flow freely, squirming leisurely as I let the vibrations build up that sweet, resonating pleasure inside me. The fantasies were all of getting impregnated. Of… well, all that it involved. Of spreading my legs for a man, his cock sliding into me and my body gripping it tightly.

I realized that I felt a lot warmer than usual, and that my scent wasn't how it was before. Even for a woman, it was different. Hotter, spicier. More attention-catching. That was when I realized that I was going into heat, and the realization almost made my heart stop right on the spot.

I could absolutely understand why I, in this state, would do foolish things, like offer my tingling pussy to everyone I met. And I wasn't even fully in heat yet.

The second, and more pressing matter, was that I was turned on by my own scent. I suppose that had to mean I was pansexual. Or maybe I was just high on my newfound sense of eroticism. Maybe a firm enough tree branch would've turned me on. I resolved to think about that later; right now, the thoughts only got in the way of my impending orgasm.

So I held the vibrator at exactly that sweet spot, while experimenting with stuffing fingers into myself with the other hand. I focused on those exciting fantasies, of how my body practically forced men to get hard and tempted them to fuck me, just as I, in my anxious, erotic reverie wanted them to. I wanted them to be inside me. Again and again, one after the other. And I wanted each to fill me with their seed – gods, just imagining it pumping into me made me shudder with desire – as they reached their peaks, buried to the hilt in my fertile body.

I wanted to be impregnated. I wanted to get bred. I wanted to-

My orgasm washed over me, just as overwhelming as I had expected it to me. I was moaning, thrashing, squirming, struggling to even keep the vibrator in place as I soaked my hand and a good part of the bed in my juices, pushed out by each orgasmic squeeze of my pussy. I could feel those muscles milking my fingers in vain, just as they would milk a real, virile cock.

The cock that'd ensure that I became a mother.

It left me breathless, beyond even the pleasure. The fantasy- it was so intense I almost expected to find myself oozing pearly white cum as my orgasm ebbed. But I'd need to find a man for that, not just my fingers. And I would. The moment Dusk or any of the others noticed that my heat was starting, we'd start preparing for my first breeding.

I curled up to sleep, smelling like… well, I'd have to imagine, a sex-crazed bitch in heat. But content. Most of all, deeply content, not even minding the wet patch I'd left. Sleep came easily, in the satisfied, post-orgasmic daze, as I briefly contemplated meeting the other newly transformed woman, and whether or not we should combine our events, if she was in heat too. Would she even want to? I, personally, liked the idea. I liked the thought of hearing her moan with me and knowing that we were both being filled.

Either way, one of the very next days would be the biggest of my life. New or old.