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Chapter 1: Just an SNS post

“Ugh, this job is exhausting." Those were the first few words the student said in his true voice after an entire day of school and a part time job, the veil of politeness falling off. His back was against the door he just closed, head pressing back against it as if the coolness of it would soothe his tired mind. After a few seconds, he finally broke off from it to remove the layers of clothing he covered himself with in this cold evening. The coat fell off, shoes removed, and soon he was only walking around in a comfortable sweater and some loose pants. He hardly had the money to turn on the heater high enough to wear much less.

His day hadn't been as bad as he thought however. College was hard but people usually were helping one another in his class, he only had that awkwardness he couldn't shake off since High-School, preferring to hide himself under whatever flimsy fringe of dark hair he could over his thin but likable face. Even people that liked him found him hard to approach with those bags under his eyes however, except one dear friend -although that should wait. What truly had him down was the way he was being treated at work; mainly being the one having to stock everything while the girl supposed to do it with him had been talking to the boss all evening. In his mind, she was probably working her charms on him just so she could skip on work. In reality, the girl probably could do without some creepy boss hitting on her while she has to nod and smile so as to not get fired.

A few minutes after the young man got home, his place was lit up by a low wattage light bulb and soon enough the screens of his computers. A mix of Japanese kanji and English ran on the screens until a clear soft spoken and feminine voice rang through the speakers.

“Good Evening Kei."

He smiled, half happy to hear the robotic yet soft voice he set up himself to greet him, half laughing at himself for being such a nerd, shaking his head lightly as the rest of his computer booted up.

Although it would take a bit more to make his day better… And as he scrolled forums, some streaming going on the side, and various SNS, he eventually saw a post from some user simply called “Enka". Said user was venting, saying that guys can just hit on whoever they want and not be called names for it, that they get more opportunities than girls, and that sometimes they wished they were born a guy.

Now Kei wasn't much of a confrontational person, in fact he would freeze up whenever someone screamed at him… But with a screen to protect him and the excuse of having a bad day, it all poured out.

“Are you kidding? Girls can just sit around and chat while I have to do all the work. Seems quite relaxing to be paid doing nothing. Not that they need to work, they can just go be on MostlyFans and make bank. You can be a guy, I'd much rather be a girl."

Without even thinking twice, the post was sent… And then, he noticed how poorly what he had written could be taken, how he looked like he was blaming pretty much an entire group for what he considered the fault of one… Slightly panicked, he clicked to answer his own post, before seeing Enka's answer simply stating

“Eeeeh…? I see."

And then, his browser crashed. Reopening it with a sigh, the session he was on wasn't restored… Worse yet, he couldn't find the post, nor his answer to it on social media. It was as if it was never sent.

This was just an odd bug, Kei thought, hardly anything to worry about. Although he was trying to convince himself more than anything else, his breathing eventually calmed down as he relaxed for the rest of the evening… And he went to bed, like nothing happened.

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Kei's sleep was heavy, the exhaustion taking him away from the pressure of reality. The dreams he had were usually ones that had him wake up drenched in sweat, panting, terrified… But not tonight. His sleep was sound, deep, dreamless as his body seemed to sink further and further into the comforting hold of his mattress and blankets. Those blankets however were getting heavy… and in time, it wasn't the dreams that eventually woke him up. Light groans escaped his lips, the heaviness pressing down on him, his arms slightly moving in his sleep to chase it… Eventually most of the blanket was off of his chest, revealing his shirt and one leg in the room's darkness.

Morning had risen for a while now, but on this Saturday he didn't have to worry about School… He would have more to worry about, as the heaviness on his chest didn't go down.

“Ahh…!" He let out a loud gasp as he woke up in a light panic, raising his head up from the pillow, elbow pressing down on the bed to help him raise his chest up and make whatever was on him fall… only to have the back of his head tugged back down, by the hair, onto the bed.

“Ouch what the–" The pain was intense, as whoever was tugged by the hair by surprise could attest of it… But rare were the ones that tugged their own hair. Kei's eyes looked down to the bed, seeing what could only be called a sea of dark hair flowing underneath his body, running up all the way to… the back of his own head… His elbow had been the one tugging on it… And of course, the second thing he eventually checked was his own chest, only to be unable to see further beneath.

What he saw was mostly… his white shirt he put on before bed, albeit stretched quite a bit, a heavy set of breasts pushing down on his own torso. There was no more thought given to his breathing, in fact it had stopped completely… as he more carefully sat up to look further down. His sleeping shorts were there, but led to wider, softer thighs, and eventually those legs ended up being… pretty, all the way to the tip of his toes. He wasn't one to ever think of his own legs as pretty mind you, but in this moment it was hard not to be attracted to the sight–

“What is… What is this…?" He asked himself, the answer in his mind still eluding him. His hands went down to his own wide hips, moving them up to his thin waist, a perfect hourglass shape… Eventually his hands reached the bottom of his chest, completely overwhelming those slim digits… Those were definitely big by his own standards, nowhere near ridiculous but… when his hands showed back up into his own view, he understood why they felt so small. Simply put, they were smaller. Cute, thin digits that were sinking into soft, warm breasts pulled straight from one of his own fantasies, as a pleasing sensation rushed up from them, flooding his brain until a needy, breathy sigh escaped his lips… Until it turned into a girly yelp that finally woke him up from his lust filled trance.

He finally noticed his voice… Seemingly the rest of it hadn't been enough of a proof for his barely awake mind, but the sensations of that body he was a stranger to were definitely “his own" sensations. His heart started to race, even faster than it already was… And oddly enough, his first worry was…

“Whose body is this?"

This odd, anxious mind of his had stopped him in his tracks by fear of doing something untoward to… a body that wasn't his. After all, he had seen enough gender bending doujins or anime to know what happened in those, and while they were completely fictional, they were the closest thing he had to reality in this very instant.

So he shambled up, slid his feet into his slippers which he instantly lost as he walked towards the bathroom, on the virtue of his smaller shoe size. Kei didn't turn on the light when he got into the room, facing the mirror he could see from what little light managed to come into his room that his silhouette was different, and not a lot of it showed in the mirror… Seemingly whoever's body this was was quite a bit smaller than he. He took a long breath, and finally reached up above the mirror to turn on the light fixture.

What he saw was… nothing he could consider a “he". A beautiful woman whose dark hair flowed somewhat straightly down behind his back, to the middle of it. What was left of his own hairdo was the few strands coming down the middle of his forehead in a crescent moon shape. The bags underneath his eyes were gone, but the slightly wider form of them uncovered even more the brown eyes with a light golden sheen going through those pupils he was so used to seeing. The beauty mark he once found unsightly under the corner of his eye was now quite alluring, but only further confirmed that this truly was his own body. His once wider shoulders were now quite a bit lower in width, his chest raising and falling quickly under his accelerated breath. They somehow made his shoulders pale in comparison, the bulging form of his shirt only giving an impression of them being bigger than they really were… But he knew that rare were the Japanese girls with those kinds of shapes. He couldn't see his reflection any lower but, he had already felt and seen his waist, those legs…

His eyes opened wide as the thought finally crossed his mind, he tugged on his own shorts to look down there and saw… Nothing. At least not without taking a closer look… his hand slipped right into it. His mind was drowned between shock, curiosity, absolute terror… And the slight hotness he raised in his own body soon took over the thought process. As his hand slowly slid down the hairless front of his lower abdomen, he could feel all the softness of it… As if his own body was egging him on. The cute girl in the mirror had her mouth open slowly, eyes staring right into his own… Both him and her were rather awkward at this, after all they didn't have their first time yet… But his hand found what it was looking for easily, feeling the soft sensation of those thighs, his mind somehow managing to make him think this wasn't him for a few seconds… Until his index found that girl's hooded clit slightly poking out of the soft layer of squishy skin and fat covering the rest of her womanhood. His finger rolled up, as that girl in the mirror stared at him with a nervous gaze, those eyes softening before her lower lip was bitten down by her own teeth…

That girl was letting him do whatever he wanted, in his own little fantasy things were going perfectly… But when Kei's finger pressed a bit more harshly, rolling back that hood protecting the sensitive spot, his own body sent a powerful pleasing sensation, one he wasn't aware of before, one that shocked him not quite in the intensity of it… but how different it was. Of course, that girl was just as shocked as he was…

That thin hand of his pressed down on the sink, as the other pushed down a bit further into those shorts… His face so close to that girl's own. Seeing her pleased, seeing her mouth opening like this turned him on… As he discovered what an aroused girl looked like, he kept pleasing himself, slowly but surely losing the thread of his own fantasy.

Kei wanted to feel more, the all too different sensations rushing through his body were making clinging to his identity as a male difficult. His breasts started to feel even more sensitive, nipples hardening and showing through his already suffering shirt, as his hand pressed on further… His digits pulled aparts from each other as he felt the softness on each side of this newly found pleasing spot… The sensation of sinking his digits into them was softer than anything he had felt before, spreading apart his lower lips in the process… His body only followed the pleasing sensations, finding out slowly but surely where his fingers should go… First he started to feel the wettened, opened lips with one finger, running along the edge of it as his body slightly squirmed from the sensation. Some drool slipped down the corner of his lips as another heavy breath crashed onto the mirror, fogging his view for a moment… The movement of his fingers soon pushed further down, inside, lightly stretching the entrance and feeling the clit be tugged down from it, if only slightly, the sensation running from it down to the side of those lower lips… The more his fingers moved, the more he could feel precisely what pleased him… But still, the better sensation was the first one… His fingers ran up, pinching lightly the overly sensitive spot, pulling a moan out of his own mouth as his entire face pressed itself against the mirror now… Those wide hips pushed back, rocking down onto his own fingers as the pleasing sensation continued… Every movement begging for a high just slightly higher than the previous one. This apartment was graced with the moans of a woman, legs shaking and one hand fumbling up from the sink to find that covered chest…

Eventually Kei rolled to the side, pressing his entire back against the wall as his head looked up, one hand pleasing him under his shorts as the other one had tugged the shirt up, finally freeing that heavy chest of his… It felt so much better like this, as that slim hand of his pushed into his own flesh, overwhelmed by it yet finding pleasing spots to pinch at, to grope at, his mind completely lost in the rise of pleasure blurring the boundary between his mind and body, leaving only bliss as an orgasm had his entire back curving, voice ringing its pleasure, and shorts turning into a soggy mess of his pleasure…

As his body's tension lowered, slowly falling down from the highest high he had felt, his legs finally gave up carrying him up. The barely clothed body slowly slid against the bathroom wall, ending up sitting in there for a while as his body calmed down, and clarity soon came back to his previously pleasure-addled mind.

“It was just an SNS post…" The voice came out a lot less shocked than he thought, more sobbing as the confusion and anxiety finally took over, the whirlwind of thoughts rushing back into his mind… What was he supposed to do now? What about School? What about work? He didn't have anyone to ask for help and surely nobody would believe him-

“Wait, not Nobody." He told himself, firmly straightening back his clothes as he could, rubbing off the tears from his cheeks as he got back up and… decided to leave the shorts behind for now. Focused on one thing, and one thing only, Kei made his way to his phone.

He didn't lose that much height, a head or so making the 170cm 20 years old boy now look like a… 150cm girl. But that little change was noticeable in every possible way, like his hands, once quite big, now having thumbs unable to hit the entire width of the phone, having to slightly change the way he typed on the fly. There could only be one friend he could text to, really his only friend since high-school, making him de-facto his best friend and the one person he trusts most.

“Haru, I need your help. Can you come to the train station?"

The urgency of the message was answered to with the swiftness Kei expected to see, but never thought he deserved… But on this day, he was even more deeply thankful for it.

“Are you okay? Sure I can be there in an hour!"

Kei didn't even need to say what train station, as it was the two boys' meeting place for many years now, whenever they went out to hit the town. Just seeing that message, he was calming down a bit already, and after telling Haru not to worry, he went back to the bathroom… To take a shower -looking up so as to not be sidetracked once more- and finding whatever clothes could fit him before going out.

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_Thank you for reading the first chapter of my first story on here, or anywhere really. I never really share my writing around so this is a bit nerve wracking, but I am opened to constructive criticism in the comments, or advices as to where else I could post this! _

I hope you enjoyed it, and look forward to Chapter 2: Hitting the town