Brandon opened up the doorway to be greeted with the dorm room he was going to be sleeping in for college. Him and his family couldn't afford expensive colleges, but the one that he had signed up for, and just arrived to, had promises to be life changing, had plenty of positive reviews, and it was very cheap. It was also cheap as it was a one-year college, but one could transfer their credits to many other colleges after that year. In many cases, their one year in 'TFU' as it was named could be used to cover two years at other colleges.

Brandon had grabbed himself a single dorm room. He didn't care that the rooms were cooed, he just didn't want to be paired up with a bully, nor did he want to get someone that played loud music all the time either. Now that he was finally in his dorm room too, he had the chance to look around.

The dorm room was built like a small studio apartment. There was a living room, but so small that it only had room for a recliner and a small television. There was a tiny kitchen big enough for maybe two people to fit inside of it, and then one single bathroom. There was also a bed, but it shared the exact same room as the living room. Brandon himself was best described as a bit of a nerd, but not socially awkward. He set down his suitcase on the bed, and his laptop on the small desk located near where the bolted in television was located. "It's compact, but it'll work for one year I suppose." He said to himself.

Brandon was well aware that there were other people he was going to live nearby. Part of him wanted to meet these people and see what he was dealing with, but the other part of him just didn't want to bother. He wasn't antisocial, but he knew the college crowd was often a rather...strange folk. He figured he'd be better off just waiting around in the dorm and going to his classes and getting the year over with. Besides, he figured he was likely to meet some of his dorm mates purely by just going to his classes.

The first day of college was spent as casual and normal as Brandon had suspected. Once he unpacked, he made himself food, and then spent his day on and off the computer doing video games or other activities. He didn't hear a knock at the door or anything, but he could make out the noise of other people just arriving in college, and while some were having fun, he could tell others were like him. Heh, I'm sure I could make friends if I went out and talked to the quiet ones, but if they're like me, then the first thing we have in common is NOT going out and talking to others. He thought to himself.

The next day of college came faster than Brandon had hoped for, and thus his first day of classes. Brandon grabbed his backpack and went to class first thing in the morning. He grabbed the early classes so he could just get school out of the way early, plus he knew most people wouldn't be a huge fan of grabbing the early ones anyways. He left his dorm room with plenty of time to go, but before he got too far, he noticed there was a man and a woman carrying a couch through the narrow hallways. The men had black hair and a black beard, while the woman had dyed pink and blue hair, both with similar builds, though the woman had a wider waist and breast, where the man lacked such features. The couch blocked the entire way of the hallway and prevented Brandon from getting anywhere. "What are you two doing?"

The two looked over to Brandon as they were carrying the couch. They didn't seem to be having any difficulties lifting it, it was a two seater couch after all. The couch was just bulky. "We're just putting this in the dorm, we'll be out of your way in a sec here."

Brandon scratched his head. He didn't think that the dorm he was in was cooed, although if they signed an agreement, they could be. He noticed that the two had rings on that looked identical, and he could tell the two were a couple. "You got it alright?"

The man brought the couch to an open door, and set his half down. He arched his back and gave it a pop before he looked to Brandon. "I think we'll be fine. Name's Jeremy by the way."

The woman set her end down, and she let out a sigh. "I'm Ashley. By the way Jeremy, how are we going to get this through the door? The hallway is too narrow to turn it."

"We tilt it up?" Jeremy shrugged at Ashley with a smile.

Ashley rolled her eyes at Jeremy. "The doorframe is...never mind." she looked over to Brandon. "You might want to just crawl over the top of the couch. We're going to be at this for a little while."

Brandon nodded as he made his way to the couch. He crawled over it, careful with his shoes as to not scruff the leather, and hopped off the other side. He turned and waved at the two as he walked off. "Name's Brandon by the way, I hope you uh...get your couch in okay."

Brandon made his way to the stairs, out of the dorms, and right to his class. Jeremy and Ashley's room both seemed to not be too far from Brandon's own, and they seemed like fairly reasonable people which was just fine with Brandon. He just hoped they weren't too social, he wasn't a fan of social gatherings. He just wasn't entirely sure what to talk about at such things. He went to class without any other distractions.

The first day of college for Brandon went without a hitch. Nothing exciting happened, nothing that stuck out of the ordinary truly happened, which suited Brandon just fine. He did like excitement in his life, but he was glad that the college he was going to seemed to be such an ordinary kind of college at least. He noticed there was a few different creatures that were anthros though, but anthros weren't uncommon in his world. He had heard that some of them had gone through transformations, but he knew that couldn't have been true. Transformations didn't exist! At least, not ones that were immediate and sudden.

The next morning Brandon was on his way to college classes. He took the stairway down as it was only a few flights, and he figured the extra exercise never hurt anyone anyways. He wasn't fat, but he didn't want to get that way either. Along the way, he noticed there was a colorful gryphon eating a sandwich at one of the many tables on the first floor of the building. The first floor also served as a dining area with vending machines and a cafeteria not far away. The gryphon had blue fur and feathers on his head, a beak, and very colorful wings. A white uniform with black pants covered up the rest of his body.

Brandon thought the gryphon looked a little odd, but the gryphon wasn't acting odd, neither was anyone else around him, so he figured he'd just ignore it too. He swore he had seen that gryphon around campus before, but not one to socialize much, he just went about his day as if it were nothing.

Brandon's first week of college was routine, if a little dull. He got up, brushed, flossed, shaved, went to classes, came back to his dorm and went on his computer. He would go between doing homework and playing video games. He found the material of science a little hard to understand at first, but the more he attended the class and learned the material, the easier he was able to pick up on it. He just assumed it was because he was attending school, after all that was the goal of school was to learn!

By the start of the second week, Brandon went into the bathroom to start off his morning routine of shaving once again, but as he looked at himself in the mirror, he paused. He didn't look any different in the mirror, but he noticed the lack of stubble on his face. He thought it was bizarre that he didn't have any hair stubble on his face, but if it meant that he didn't need to shave because of it, well it was one less thing to do that morning that saved himself time. He undressed for a shower, and then looked at the rest of his body that morning. Besides the lack of facial hair, there didn't seem to be much of anything different, at least enough to be noticeable to him. He knew there were cases where people grew more facial and body hair, but not less. Even the men that grew old and lost hair on top of their head still had a beard. He figured it was best not to think too much about it though. A day where he could skip out on shaving wasn't something to be concerned about.

After a quick shower and some breakfast, Brandon left his dorm to go to his classes as normal. Along the way, he met Jeremy once again. He couldn't help but notice that Jeremy lacked facial hair as well. He remembered when he first met Jeremy that he had a black beard that was mostly kept in control, but now he had a baby smooth chin and neck.

Jeremy looked over at Brandon when he heard someone else was in the hallway, and he gave a casual wave. "Hey, classes going well?" 

Brandon nodded. "Yeah they're not doing too badly. Picked up on the material faster than I thought, although a lot of it feels like review from high school." Brandon didn't do terrible in High school. But he didn't excel in science either. "You shave recently?"

Jeremy rubbed his face, and he frowned slightly. "Actually? No. It was kind of weird. I've been waking up every day and noticing a little less facial hair bit by bit. Today's the first day I don't have any hair there at all. It's a little weird, but at least according to online there's nothing to be super worried about unless there's like pain or something that accompanies it."

Now Brandon was suspicious. He stroked his own chin curiously, and with a hint of worry. Of course he had seen his body and the lack of facial hair was the only thing truly different about him, but to have Jeremy's own facial hair gone too was a coincidence that it was hard for him to ignore. Brandon went to his classes as normal, but he made a mental note after his classes were done to do a bit more studying into the school.

Brandon's school day went about as well as any other. He glanced around a bit at the various other people that attended his classes to see if they had changed significantly, but it was hard for him to tell. He often didn't pay much attention to people in his class, so any physical changes that might have happened to them would have been hard for him to even notice, although if any of them had transformed in the slightest, it didn't deter them from attending classes.

Once class was done, Brandon went back to his dorm room and went right to his computer. He began to do his research on the school, starting with the reviews. Brandon had already done some research into the school before, but not extensively so. Unfortunately, the internet came up empty when it came to the school itself. The reviews just talked about how life changing the college was, and that was something so vague that it easily applied to any sort of college. What am I even doing? He thought to himself as he browsed the internet and various college review websites. A college that transforms people? What would it have to gain out of that? Who knows if I'm even transforming, maybe it's just a slight change in how fast I grow facial hair and nothing more, and the same time it happened to Jeremy. He remembered there was also the gryphon he saw earlier, but he knew the gryphon didn't have any facial hair, at least hair that he noticed.

Brandon then got an idea. He had seen a video a long time ago on the internet. He walked into the bathroom, pulled out his cellphone, and he took one single picture of himself in the mirror. He had seen a famous video of a man that took a picture of himself for a very, very long time, and he figured if he thought he was transforming, he could do the same. He also thought about asking others if they felt like they were going through anything bizarre, but he also would feel silly asking them such things. Just let them go and go about your college days. It hasn't even been a month here yet. He thought to himself.

The rest of the day was uneventful for Brandon. He did his homework and then spent his time on the computer, only pausing to eat, and occasionally moving around to read his books too or play his console games.

The next few days of classes at college were as boring and mundane as any other. Brandon started to get into the habit of taking a picture of himself every morning, along with his normal routine, before he went to class. He would compare the picture he took that day to the one he took the day before, but he never noticed any significant differences. Sure his hair might have been a bit longer, but that was something that happened to everyone, man or woman. 

During Brandon's showers, he took the time to take a look at his body too, and he noticed there was something else about his body that was a little different, something besides just the lack of facial hair. In addition to the lack of facial hair, Brandon noticed that his leg hair and pubic hairs seemed to be shedding from his body and leaving him with much smoother, softer skin. A lack of facial hair over the last few days was one thing, he could have passed that off as a little bizarre. Growing hair on his head was something that every person had to go through, but now the lack of body hair started to worry him more. He decided to take a look at why he could have been losing all of his body hair, and it sounded as if it could have been a serious medical condition, at least an underlying one that he wouldn't know about unless he saw a doctor about it.

Brandon hated the idea of seeing a doctor. He felt fine! It was just the lack of body hair that was bothering him, and a hint of coldness that came with the reduced hair on his body. Once he showered and looked over his body for any odd signs of anything else different, he just got dressed. His body looked the same as he always remembered, he felt no pain, he had no odd lumps, he just decided to ignore how the hair on his body shed from him and just go attend his classes.

Along the way out of the dorm, he ran into Jeremy again. He had ran into the man every now and then, but any conversation the two had were usually short lived as Brandon wasn't big on talking.

Jeremy noticed Brandon, and gave him a wave. "Hey Brandon! You mind if I talk to you about something?" Jeremy made a quick walk to get over beside Brandon. Jeremy wasn't quite smiling, but he wasn't frowning either.

Brandon was a bit caught off guard by Jeremy's desire to talk to him. Brandon wasn't a fan of talking to people, but he wasn't one to outright refuse when given the chance though. "What is it? Something about your college work?" He didn't even know what classes Jeremy took to begin with, let alone how he could have helped.

"No, I've just noticed there was a little something weird going on...you're studying to be a scientist, right?" Jeremy asked. "Like, what kind of science? Do you study anything about people?"

Brandon took a general science course. Sure he had studied a little bit about people, but he dabbled into everything. The main focus in his science courses was the study of space though, not people. "I mean...sort of? There's probably someone here that's studying to be a doctor. They do offer those sorts of classes after all, and if not here, then you can go to the class itself once it ends and ask the professor."

Jeremy nodded. "I thought about that, but then I figured they were just going to tell me to go see an actual doctor which is just a huge pain in the ass, you know?" He sighed. "It doesn't really seem to be anything serious, it's just kind of...well I don't have any body hair any more. I've been losing it over the past few days and it just feels like something that shouldn't happen to a person unless something was wrong with them."

Brandon felt as if time had stopped when Jeremy described his issue. The issue was the exact same kind of problem that Brandon had with his hair. He wondered if there wasn't some sort of radiation in the school that went unchecked. Radiation poisoning was a thing that could cause loss of body hair, but it would also cause problems with the hair on their head too, and Brandon wasn't having any issues. "How's Ashley doing about it? Did you tell her?" he asked curiously.

"Ashley? I mean, we don't talk about body hair on women." Jeremy chuckled. "But she told me not to worry about it, she said I looked better without the beard." Jeremy rubbed his smooth chin. "It still feels so weird not to have it..."

Brandon shoulder shrugged. He was about to tell Jeremy that he didn't know, but he didn't want to come off that way. Going to another person was likely going to be out of the question either as the school typically kept students around for one year, so Brandon probably knew just as much as anyone else in the school, at least the ones that were going for a major science degree that wasn't in anatomy. Plus, the school hadn't been in session long enough for students to know much about illnesses anyways. "Just see if it gets any worse and keep track of your symptoms." He was about to tell Jeremy that he also shed body hair, but he didn't want to alarm him any more than he already was. "Have you checked to see if anyone else has anything odd happening to their body?"

Jeremy shook his head. "Nah, the dorm here isn't very big. There's a gryphon that lives next door, but I haven't checked with him."

Brandon remembered the gryphon. He hadn't spoken with him much at all either, yet if someone was losing any sort of hair, fur, or feathers, a gryphon would definitely notice it on their body. "I'll check with him really quick then. You said right next to you?"

Just then, the door next to Jeremy's room opened, and the colorful gryphon from earlier stepped out. The gryphon's wings were folded in, and he couldn't even spread them out in the dorm hallways with how narrow they were. "What's this about a gryphon?" he asked. His pointed ears atop his head twitched, as if to indicate he had good enough hearing to hear them beyond the walls easily.

"We were just talking about how there's uh..." Brandon was about to speak up, but he suddenly felt unsure about how to describe the situation. It was a bit of an awkward conversation. "Just something going on with Jeremy."

"Losing body hair." Jeremy said with his arms on his hips. "Wondering if you're losing any fur or feathers or uh...anything too."

"Why would you wonder if others were losing body hair unless..." the gryphon covered his eyes, and let out a light groan. "No, nothing's happening to me, okay? God, first time meeting you two and you're talking about losing body hair. Can't we talk about something more normal like sports?"

Both Brandon and Jeremy stuck out their tongue in unison at the sound of sports. Brandon let out an "Ewww" and crossed his arms. "Are you a jock of some sort?"

The gryphon rolled his eyes with a laugh. "See? Shit like that, change the subject to something else! Bodies do weird things sometimes, and unless you're in any pain or there's a lump, there's really nothing to worry about."

Brandon nodded, and then turned to Jeremy. "What the colorful birdman said. Don't worry about it unless things get worse."

The gryphon crossed his arms, and stepped back to his dorm room. "I have a name! It's Frysco." The gryphon then closed his door, and a lock noise could be heard from the other side.

Jeremy chuckled at Frysco's reaction. "Okay, okay. I document anything my body might be doing, if things get freaky then I see a doctor and tell them what's going on, fine."

Just then, the sound of a bell rang and reminded Brandon that he had yet to get to class. His heart skipped a beat at the loud noise. "Hey, I have to get going, I'll catch you later." Brandon waved to Jeremy, and then rushed off. As he raced to class, the words about Jeremy keeping track of any changes that might be going on reminded him that he needed to keep track of his own changes. He had already been taking a picture of himself in the mirror every morning. Part of him thought about changing that to take a picture of his entire body instead, but he thought that might have been a bit overkill. Then again, so long as he was dressed, he figured it couldn't have been that big of a deal.

Brandon went to his classes, and went about his routine as per normal. Once class was done, he went back to his dorm, did his homework, and then either played games, watched television, or read. His life wasn't exciting, but it was a satisfying one. Time went on and he continued the routine. He went to taking full body pictures of himself, but he made sure to cover up his private parts.

Brandon's pattern continued for a good month. As the second month went on though, he found he was beginning to have some issues. It wasn't that Brandon didn't understand the material, he understood everything perfectly. In fact, even Brandon was shocked with how easily he was catching onto the material. He studied things such as the periodic table of elements, hardness of metals and minerals, and he felt as if he had a photographic memory of sorts with how easy he understood and memorized it all. Brandon was having problems with his vision. He had glasses, but even his glasses, off and on, weren't doing it for him. He found himself squinting more and more at the board in class, and at the text in his books. By the time he felt the headaches come in from squinting so much, he decided it was time to see an eye doctor. Luckily, the appointments weren't too hard to schedule and he was able to see one within the same month he had scheduled an appointment. He thought it was a little freaky how much his vision was worsening. He could still see things, he wasn't going blind and he was thankful for that. 
It was just that everything felt so blurry, even with glasses. He could make out basic shapes and what people were, including even Jeremy that he passed by most days, he just couldn't read text without struggling heavily.

Brandon had good enough sight to drive, so when the appointment came to see the eye doctor he drove himself. He couldn't make out the license plate numbers or street names for the life of him, and he struggled to read the names of highways on the signs as he passed them, but he didn't need them to know where he was going anyways.

The eye doctor was at a fairly standard doctor's office. There was a pharmacy, a waiting room for 'Emergency' visits to the left, and a check in station to the right. Brandon walked into the office, checked in, and made his way to the proper waiting room. As the eye doctor had their own waiting room, there was nobody else waiting, but there was also no television or radio as the eye doctor waiting room was much smaller. Brandon didn't pay too much attention to his surroundings to describe it in great detail. It was a doctor's office, and it was a waiting room with magazines that, while he could read the giant text on the magazine, he could barely read the text inside of it.

"Brandon?" a female voice announced. The woman wore a white doctor's outfit with a name 'Mary Jones' on it. She had long brown hair and emerald eyes with a slightly bigger nose than normal. She wore glasses herself, and she faintly smiled upon seeing him.

Brandon nodded to the woman, hopped off the uncomfortable chair, and made his way to the eye doctor's office. "Yeah, are you the nurse, or are you the doctor?" 

"The doctor." The woman said. She led him into the office which was a fairly standard eye doctor office. There was the chair with the various special equipment hooked up to it, and a computer in the back with a screen in front of the chair. "Have a seat. I understand your eyes have been bothering you?"

Brandon hopped onto the seat and handed her his glasses. "Yeah, I had my early appointment maybe 4-5 months or so ago though so I'm not sure what's going on. I could see just fine back then, but now it's like really hard to see text, even with my glasses on."

Mary took the glasses and ran him through the system. "I see it here. Did you change any of your medications recently? Are you taking anything that's not in your prescriptions, such as aspirin periodically?"

Brandon sighed. The one thing he hated about eye doctors was how boring the appointments tended to be. "No, I'm not taking anything new. I'm just attending college and I'm finding the text really hard to read and I don't know why."

Mary nodded with a faint smile to Brandon. "Okay." She grabbed a small set of eye doctor tools, and stood right in front of him. "Let's get a look see."
The eye doctor appointment went by quickly. Brandon's eye health was checked, as was his vision. Overall it was boring, but at least it was fast.

Once the test was over, Mary typed up the results on the computer. "Okay Brandon, I've got good news, and I've got bad news. The good news is your eyes are in perfect health. There's no burst vessels, nothing that looks abnormal, your eyes are perfectly fine and that's the important thing we were looking for. The bad news is the prescription of your glasses just aren't strong enough, and that's a little bizarre for eyes to change that significantly while still in very good health. For now, I'll write you a prescription for stronger glasses you can get that should work, but I think it's in your best interest to reschedule an appointment in three months so we can do a follow up and see what's going on."

Brandon was now a bit worried. Along with the loss of body hair, now it was glasses? He swore he was losing weight too. Regardless, something was definitely going on with him, he just couldn't figure out what, and it frustrated him to no end that he didn't know what was happening to his body. "Is this normal?" he had to ask.

"Needing such higher prescription glasses? It is a little strange, but that's why I want to see you in a few months to see if your eyes continue this trend." Mary said in a calm tone. She stopped looking at the computer and turned to him, just as her printer worked on giving a prescription. "Eyes can, and have, changed over time, although so much in this short of a period makes me wonder. If there's something going on you're not telling us, such as a new medicine not listed for instance." She handed him the piece of paper. "They can get you a new set of glasses within a few days. For the time being, if your current pair help, then by all means wear them until you get the new ones."

Brandon let out a sigh. He thought about speaking to Jeremy and wondering if he was having the same issues, but he didn't want to open up about all of the things happening to himself. "Thank you." He took the prescription, and went to the glasses store so he could get it filled out. Of course he had to wait a few days, but he just drove back home and dealt with the lack of being able to read easily until then. He could still be on the computer, he could still watch television, he just couldn't study as well. It'll be easy to catch up on the material anyways. He thought to himself.

After a few days, Brandon got his new glasses. His glasses had black frames, and were much thicker than the pair he originally had. They were round, and they made his eyes look just a bit bigger with them. He was by no means a flat out dork while he wore them, but he definitely gave off the impression of nerd with them, and he hated it. Still, the glasses worked and allowed him to get his homework done and be able to read one more, and he was thankful for that.

Brandon continued to take pictures of himself every morning as well, and on the weekends he would compare himself to the earlier pictures. He began to notice a trend in his photos. Over the months, he didn't just need new glasses, but his clothes weren't fitting him as well as before. It wasn't just the typical belt problem where one was getting fatter. It was the complete opposite! His clothes were getting a bit ill fitting. His jeans were getting so tall that he had to roll up the bottom, and so wide that he was going back in the notches in his belt. Even his shirts felt as if it were more of a nightgown than an actual top. Loathe as he might, he knew he was going to have to do clothes shopping at some point. He was a bit worried about his body changes too. He wasn't exactly taking on feminine curves, but he noticed that, compared to his first picture, he definitely didn't have the masculine tone his body once had when he began college.

Brandon was barely even focusing on his college classes. With his new thicker glasses, concentrating was easier than ever. He wasn't a straight A student, but A- and B's were his average grade in all of his studies, and every day he felt as if the material was just a little bit easier, and every test he scored just a little bit higher.
Despite all of that, he was more focused on his changes than anything else around him. He remembered stories, pictures, and roleplays about transformation. He swore to himself that wasn't what he was going through, but at the same time, he could not explain what was happening to him if not for that. He knew the doctor would, at least hopefully, help resolve some issues, and until then he was going to have to go clothes shopping.

One weekend when Brandon had no classes, he decided to go shopping. He had lost track of days, although considering it was getting fairly cold outside and closer to the holiday month, November was his best guess. Halloween had passed by him as if it were nothing, although he wasn't big about celebrating such things in the first place. Brandon drove to a large box store that had both groceries and clothes, intent on picking out a new outfit for himself.

As Brandon walked inside the massive store, he was greeted with the scene of multiple checkouts, as well as food to the left, clothes to the center, and housing supplies to the right. He began to walk his way through the women's clothing to get to the men's department, but along the way he stopped as he noticed the women's graphic t-shirts. One of the shirts had a picture of a famous video game character, and he picked it up to take a look at it. The shirt material felt thinner compared to the men's, but that's how he figured women's clothing was. He hated to admit that the shirt didn't look bad, and he loved the video game character in front, the character being an elf in green clothes with a sword and shield. He figured he'd just hang onto it, just in case he couldn't find a better shirt in the men's department. He didn't pay too much attention to his surroundings in the store as he wasn't big on shopping. He just wanted to get some better fitting clothes that he thought looked good, and get out.

As Brandon went to the men's clothing though, while he found a pink shirt with another video game character that he thought would look good on him, he was suddenly uncertain about his size. He was normally a large, but he glanced at the shirt he wore now and the large simply seemed too big for his frame now. He had never heard of someone going from a large shirt to a medium without going on a diet, and Brandon definitely knew he wasn't on one of those either. Granted he was eating a bit less in college as he was trying to be affordable, but he didn't think he had changed his diet so significantly that he would have lost weight. Then again, it would have explained at least a little bit that was going on with his body, although not the loss in height he had experienced however small it was.

Brandon walked into the changing room with a small, a medium, and the small woman's shirt he had picked out earlier. He closed the door to the changing room, tossed the clothes onto the seat, and took off his shirt. He glanced at the top half of his body, and grimaced. Brandon was by no means muscular, but with his shirt off, he was able to get a good look at his chest. He had seen himself topless before, and while he didn't have feminine curves, his face was definitely clean and shaven, not once did he need to shave, and the body hair on his chest had long since vanished too. He had seen it when he had showered before, but now in the bright light of the fitting room, he was able to see just how hairless his torso truly was, both front and back.
He reached up and felt his bare naked chest, and his nipples which seemed to stick out just a bit more than usual, and shivered at the sensations. It wasn't abnormal for a man to feel increased sensitivity in his nipples, but he swore that his chest felt more sensitive than he thought it should. "Maybe that's something else to mention to the doctor too." He mumbled. With a small sigh, he tried on the clothes.

Brandon first tried on the medium men's shirt, and he quickly discovered that the shirt, while it fit him better than previously, just still felt too big. He could feel the bottom reach just past his butt. It would have worked for a shirt at home, but out in public it was just too big. He then tried on the men's small. The men's small fit him, but it felt a bit loose around the top, tight in the chest, and it still went halfway down his ass. He glanced at the changing room mirror with a blush on his face. The shirt just felt so off to wear in many ways.
Then, Brandon glanced at the woman's shirt he had brought in with him. The shirt was unquestionably smaller than the first two he brought in, but even the thought of wearing it made him blush. He hated to admit how the graphic design on the woman's shirt looked better than the men's too. "M-Maybe since I'm in the fitting room..." he said to himself. Men wearing women's clothes and women wearing men's clothes happened almost all the time in the fitting room after all. Nobody would see him, and there were no cameras to see what he was doing. With a deep breath, he took off his shirt, and then put on the women's tee.

The woman's shirt fit over Brandon's body like a glove. The shirt was just the right size for his body too. It fit comfortably around his shoulders, and it didn't go over his rear, yet it was big enough to stop just short of it. He hated how the woman's shirt fit him so well. He looked at himself in the mirror, and while he felt a twinge of humiliation from wearing the woman's shirt, he also felt comfortable and happy. The shirt looked good on him, loathe as he was to admit it. He took off the shirt and then put his original one back on. With a frustrated sigh, Brandon bought the shirt, and then he bought himself some new smaller pants too with a new belt. He couldn't wait to go to the doctor to ask what was happening with his body. He was feeling freaked out over his changes. He wasn't in pain, but he felt humiliation, he felt smaller, and there were thoughts in his head that didn't quite feel as if they were there originally, something he couldn't explain at all.

The rest of Brandon's day was spent back inside his dorm at his computer or at his books. He had tried to ignore his body's condition, but it was hard for him. His shoes felt uncomfortably large, his pants that he didn't change out of still felt baggy and too tall, and his shirt also just felt just as awkward. At one point as he was at his dorm he made his way to the bathroom and looked at himself. He also noticed, in addition to his awkward clothes, shaven body, and a body in general that was definitely different from when he first started, his hair was longer too. Hair growth on the top of his head was normal. Brandon would have been more worried if the hair wasn't growing, but he noticed his hair was growing unusually quicker than normal. On top of going to the damn doctor, I've got to get a haircut too. He thought to himself with a frustrated sigh.

Brandon spent the next few days doing what he normally did. He tried not to worry about his changing body too much, but he couldn't ignore the fact that his clothes were too big. One day, he managed to catch Jeremy leaving his dorm at the same time he was, and there was something off about him. Notably, Jeremy was wearing Ashley's clothes. Brandon didn't want to speak up about it though. He swore he would have asked him earlier, but now he just thought it might have been too awkward to bring it up.

Jeremy however, noticed there was something different about Brandon. "Hey Brandon, what's up with your clothes?" he called out from behind.

Brandon froze. Had he any hair anywhere else on his body besides his eyebrows and head, the hair would have stood on ends. "W-what do you mean?" he slowly turned to Jeremy hesitantly. He hadn't spoken with Jeremy in what felt like days, and he just felt more uncomfortable speaking to him now than he did when they first met.

"I mean, it's like your clothes look a little too big for you all of a sudden...I swore I've seen you wear those clothes before. Did you just buy larger sizes of them or something?" Jeremy tilted his head.

"No, I just..." Brandon turned to Jeremy and rubbed his arm nervously. He couldn't even full on look into Jeremy's eyes. "W-why are you wearing Ashley's clothing?" he tried to take the topic a different route.

"They just kind of...they fit me better, you know?" Jeremy scratched the back of his head with a chuckle. "And my clothes fit her better too so she's wearing mine and I'm wearing hers, except for the underwear of course! It's...It's a little weird I know, but it works, and it feels so good."

Too much information. Brandon thought to himself. "You should really think about seeing a doctor if your body is going through such significant changes. I'm going to see one myself."

"We already did." Jeremy replied. "They said it was abnormal, but it wasn't unusual, for bodies to go through significant changes, and as long as there's no pain or anything else abnormal to not worry about it."

Brandon could immediately tell that's what he was going to be told. He thought that it didn't sound right to be told such things by doctors though. Bodies went through changes yes, but they didn't go through such significant changes in short periods, or through such changes that Brandon swore at the right angle that either he or Jeremy could be mistaken for a girl. "Is that so?" he said, unsure of what else to say about it.

"Yeah, what about you?" Jeremy asked. "I mean, have you seen anyone yet for anything?"

Brandon was hesitant to respond with the truth. He felt more socially awkward now than he did before and he hated how he couldn't grasp the reason as to why that was. "I will be soon." He replied. "I have to get going before I'm late for my classes again." Brandon turned and rushed off before the conversation could continue. He couldn't run quite as fast as he wanted though as he had to keep his books in one hand, and his hand on his pants to prevent them from falling with the other. Something is happening to me, and it's more than just physical changes too. Brandon thought to himself.

Brandon decided he'd still go visit the doctor. When the time for his appointment came, he went to the doctor's, although he wanted to keep the visit short as it wasn't even his primary doctor he was seeing. The college was too far away from where he normally lived to actually go to his normal doctor. Like with the eye doctor, he paid little attention to his surroundings and just went to get himself examined. He went to the hospital building, waited patiently, and when he was called he went into the doctor's office which was as standard as any other office with the bed, a computer, chairs, and a desk with a small assortment of medical supplies.

Brandon's doctor entered the room. The doctor was a man with black hair and fair skin, but lighter than Brandon's own. He had a nametag that read 'Bastion' on it, and behind his glasses, he looked down at his chart. "Your name is Brandon, correct? I understand you have some concerns about some things your body is going through. Do you care to elaborate?"

Brandon pulled out his cell phone and showed the doctor his pictures. Instead of a day by day comparison, he did a week by week comparison, just to make things quicker. "I look as if I should be in one of those commercials for weight loss as I've lost weight, I've lost height, and I feel as if I've gained the curves of a prepubescent woman, including her breast." Brandon pointed at the first image, and then himself. "A normal human being does not go through these kinds of changes so quickly. I've also lost all of my body hair, and yes I'm including the hair between my legs." Brandon felt as if he wanted to go on and on about his changes, but he stopped himself.

"True, it is a little abnormal, although speaking of puberty, there are stages of it that can hit people later in life, so it very well could have affected you in ways you don't-"

"That's impossible." Brandon cut the doctor off. "Well, okay, nothing is impossible with the right theory, but the odds of what is happening to me being considered normal is astronomically high. I am a male, I have a penis between my legs if you so desire to see it." Brandon just felt a nagging feeling in him to keep on going to this doctor. "I should not be losing body hair at this age. I should not be losing height at this age. I should definitely not have curves either. I want everything about me tested that can be tested. This includes x-rays, signs of cancer, a C-A-T scan, anything and everything that can detect abnormalities in the body I desire to have. I believe my insurance will cover such things."

"With probable cause, yes your insurance likely will." the doctor let out a sigh. "However, I can't assume that a change in height with a few other things are alarming enough to want to order such through things about your body. You have no pain, and based on what you've said, you have no lumps either. There's nothing I can do for you if all that's happening is what is probably some sort of reverse puberty."

Brandon fumed. He was ready to go all out on this doctor with the knowledge he had learned in college about how abnormal his changes were. "I want a second opinion." Brandon demanded. He knew some doctors were indifferent about concerns people had, and he knew that was also a growing problem when there were serious issues being ignored, something Brandon swore he had.

"Well, I can arrange another doctor to see you..." The doctor started to type something down on the computer.

"I'm not a hypochondriac if that's what you're writing." Brandon said with a grimace. "I've shown you the pictures, how can you say what I'm going through is absolutely nothing serious?"

"Because the condition isn't uncommon around this area." The doctor replied with a stern look on his face. "You are not the first person I've seen. You're also not the second, or the third. I see people with your condition all of the time. It's not common true, but it's far more common around here than it is elsewhere. We've had people look for radiation and such too, but such body changes is just an unexplainable phenomenon that goes on around here that science doesn't help tell."

There's a reasonable scientific answer for everything. Brandon thought to himself with little hesitation. "Fine, I'm going to arrange another appointment for a second doctor." He stood up and walked to the door. "And then we'll see what's what." He stormed out of the office, and made a follow up appointment with a new doctor on his way out.

Brandon made his way back to college with less answers than before, but more curiosity than he was willing to admit. He was changing, Jeremy was changing, it sounded like Ashley was changing, and based on what that doctor said, more people were changing too, more than what he thought. He wanted to get answers, and part of him was ready to leave the college until he did, but he couldn't afford another college, and to drop out of his classes would mean the college would be charging him full price for the classes instead of the tuition that he used to help pay for most of it. With a frustrated sigh, he went back to his routine of attending classes for the rest of that week. By the time his second appointment rolled around, he was given the exact same answer the first doctor gave him by a second one, and he was at a loss for what to do. He thought if nobody was going to help him, then he was just going to have to find answers on his own.

Brandon didn't stop his routine of taking pictures of his body, although he had to switch to the smaller clothes he had purchased, almost humiliatingly so. His body didn't look entirely male anymore, but at the same time, it didn't look quite female either. His face, his chest, his ass, it was all almost androgynous in nature. He was still clearly male, and he had read enough transformation stories to keep track of the size of his shaft, and that hadn't changed too much. He also knew there was one more thing he had to keep track of, something a little on the bizarre side that many transformations didn't pay much detail to, but he knew he would have to pay attention to them, and that was his dentist appointment. It wasn't a special one though, just his yearly appointment he had before the Christmas season kicked in.

Brandon knew the dentist he went to was one he had normally went to. He was one to take care of his teeth, so he expected the appointment to be in, out, and done. The day of his appointment, he went to the dentist's building, and then the office once he arrived and he was called to take a seat.

There was nothing extraordinary about the dentist's building, nor the office. It was a standard office, a standard waiting room, and a standard chair with the supplies he had expected. Brandon hated the dentist, most people did, but he found it tolerable. He just came in for a yearly appointment, and to get his teeth cleaned.

Brandon's dentist entered the office with a smile underneath his mask. The dentist was an old human male with the last name of 'Smith' for a name. "Brandon, is that you? I swear, people seem to go through such significant transformations while they're in college."

Brandon grimaced as he sat on the chair. "Yeah, tell me about it." He mumbled. He knew his body had gone through such significant changes. He swore that even his voice sounded different, but he never made recordings of himself to compare, plus he didn't like to talk too much lately anyways.

The dentist nodded. "I hope your studies are doing well." He set the chair to lay Dustin back, and took out his tools. "Well, let's get to work here then, shall we?"
The dentist proceeded to do his work on Brandon's mouth. There was poking, prodding, and the sounds of chipping and cracking could definitely be heard.

Brandon didn't mind this part of the dentist, although as the dentist worked on his mouth, he swore he was hearing a lot more cracking than he was comfortable with. He couldn't help but wonder just exactly what the dentist was doing. He wasn't feeling any pain, but his tongue periodically went over his teeth and he swore his teeth felt much, much sharper than he remembered them being. He couldn't exactly see what was going on with the dentist doing his work though. Besides, he trusted this dentist to do his job.

After some time, the dentist took away his equipment. "All right Brandon. There was quite a lot of plague in there, but I believe I finally got it all! Unfortunately it looks like your teeth are getting a little crooked. I recommend getting braces."

Brandon pulled himself up. His tongue kept feeling his teeth, and his teeth just felt strange. He was a human, he was used to mostly flat teeth with ridges here and there, but now he could feel much sharper teeth than he had before. He glanced to the side to see a mirror, and when he flashed his teeth, he saw what looked like fangs, and not just two teeth, but all of his teeth were razor sharp fangs. "W-what the hell?!" Brandon turned to the dentist with a grimace. "What did you do?!"

"I took out the plague that surrounded your teeth." The dentist explained casually. "The buildup was quite strong around your teeth, they looked completely different." The dentist raised a brow. "Is there a shark anthro in your family tree?"

"No! We're all completely fully human! Teeth like this is wrong!" Brandon barely even wanted to talk to the dentist that much. Talking meant he had to open his mouth, and that meant the dentist would see his teeth. He couldn't believe this. First he had to get thicker glasses, now he was told he needed braces?! Combine that with his body being changed, albeit in subtle ways, and he knew there was something going on that was just too abnormal to ignore any longer.

"I understand you may be upset. You may have had that plague for a while. The plague itself actually looked like it was part of your teeth, but rest assured it was just hardened plague, I'm assuming it was because you were not brushing in your earlier years, perfectly normal for children not to want to do that." The dentist explained calmly. "Now, we can arrange a follow up appointment for your braces up front if you'd like. If you don't get them, you may experience tooth issues later in life as they are quite crooked."

Brandon's heart pounded heavily in his chest. He could feel adrenaline rush through his body. He had already made a follow up appointment with the eye doctor, with another doctor for his body, and now he had to come back for braces, something he never needed before. He was ready to lash out at this dentist, but he had to try to keep himself calm. I'm transforming. There's no doubt about it. There's no way this happens to normal people. Brandon thought to himself. He only did minor research about what was happening to himself, but he had found nothing that described the changes to his body in any textbook that he got from college, or anything online besides works that was clearly of fiction.

Brandon decided not to deal with the dentist any more today. He wasn't sure if the dentist was lying, but he knew his dentist, and he wasn't one to lie like that. He got yet another follow up appointment, and then he drove back to his dorm. He remained silent the whole trip home, although he was fuming. His body looked different, his teeth were different, and he had only been in college for a few months! If this college was truly changing him though, he would find out. He was intelligent, he knew he could figure out what was going on, especially when nobody else could, or just seemed to deny it.

Brandon's search on the internet unfortunately yielded nothing. He wasn't the type to go out and explore the college either, and he wasn't ready to ask others as well. Come on Brandon. You're smart, you can figure this shit out. He thought to himself. He figured he could at least attend classes in the day, and try to figure out what was going on with college during the night.

Brandon continued with his routine for days. He took a picture of himself, brushed his new teeth, went to classes, went home, researched on body changes and the college, and then went to bed. It was a mundane routine only broken up by a revisit to the doctor, the eye doctor, and the dentist one day at a time. 
The eye doctor confirmed there were no more significant changes with his eyesight, but he still needed the thicker glasses.
The second doctor that Brandon went to said there was nothing troublesome about his body, and he did do so much as to do an X-ray, among other tests, but all of them came back normal.
The dentist also put in Brandon's braces. The braces were a blue color with a silver lining and made him look even nerdier with his thick glasses.

Brandon himself started to question his own gender as the months rolled by. He didn't have any breast, but his thighs and rear looked undeniably larger than before, while the shaft between his legs was also smaller than he remembered, and it wasn't because of the winter cold either.

Brandon had lost track of the days. Winter holidays came and went, and while he could visit his family, he felt too embarrassed to even leave his dorm for anything more than his classes. He would spend every morning taking a picture of himself in the mirror as per usual, but he would remain focused on himself in that mirror longer than usual too. His body was no doubt feminine. He had seen it take place slowly over the course of multiple days. The camera showed his progression where his shoulders slimmed, his waist grew, and he undeniably had a set of tits. They were very tiny A cups, but there was definitely growth in his tits when he knew he didn't have nearly enough fat to have any 'moobs' on his chest. He also had an ass that was both firm and soft. While a month or so ago one could have looked at him from afar and it would have been hard to identify if he was either male or female, today someone could have looked at him from a distance and just assume he was actually a she. His long hair that he hadn't cut didn't help either.

Brandon had rarely kept track of Jeremy or even that gryphon he had met earlier. He hadn't seen the gryphon much at all, but he had overheard rumors that something had changed about the gryphon, something so humiliating an embarrassing that he didn't want to reveal it, and Brandon wasn't one that would have probed into exactly what happened with him either, granted part of him wanted to know, if only to satisfy his curiosity.

One day during the winter, Brandon got up and looked at himself in the mirror. He took a picture of himself as normal, but in addition to that, he took out a small journal. He knew his changes were already abnormal, and while pictures helped prove it, it didn't detail anything about his feelings. He had an idea to just start documenting it on a day by day process, an idea he wasn't sure how he came up with, but one he told himself was a wise idea nonetheless.

"Day 155, I started to keep a journal of any mental or physical feelings I might be having." Brandon wrote, he talked out loud to himself as he wrote down word for word. "I definitely look like a female, but I'm still male between my legs. Other students have been going through changes too, but they either don't seem to notice, don't care, or they are hiding their feelings incredibly well. I would like to leave this college, but I fear that might not stop my changes. I must try to find out who is doing this, and for what purpose, before it's too late...not that I know what will happen, but I fear the worst." Brandon closed his journal, left it in the bathroom, and went about the rest of his morning routine.

Brandon walked out of his dorm, went to class, and then made his way back to his dorm. Along the way back, he began to pass by Jeremy and Ashley's dorm, but just then the door opened, and a woman with massive tits walked out casually. She also had a large ass and luscious lips. The ass, lips, and tits all screamed fake to Brandon, although the face and eyes looked somewhat familiar.

The woman blinked a few times as she looked at Brandon. She cocked her head to one side, and then the other before she opened those big fake lips. "Brandon? Is that you? It's me, Jeremy!" Her voice was light and bubbly, and her long blonde hair swayed just inches from her ass.

Brandon couldn't believe it. He hadn't seen Jeremy for quite some time for many reasons, one of which was that he didn't want people seeing him that he somewhat knew, but Jeremy had gone through some incredible transformations! He wouldn't have even believed this woman, but the sheer fact Brandon had changed so much into looking like a woman himself made him second guess what he believed, and what he did not. "You look totally different." Brandon was surprised, but he didn't look as nearly surprised as he thought he should have been.

"Yeah, I'm not really sure what's going on." Jeremy scratched his head. "It's like, really hard to think and stuff. My grades were slipping, but I found ways to make it up with the teachers!" he beamed a grin, as if implying he was doing more than just normal studying for school. "But it's also really hard to call me a guy. Like, even between my legs I er...well, do you want to see?"

Brandon's eyes widened when he heard what Jeremy had just hinted at. Is he really...is he a 'she'? He thought to himself. "I'll...I'll have to pass on that. I'll take your word for it." He wanted to come up with an excuse to leave 'her', but with his classes done, it was hard for him to think of a good reason besides homework, which he knew he could do utterly effortlessly now. School went by so easily for him that he was sure to graduate at the top of his class at the rate he was going.

"You don't seem too scared about it." Jeremy tilted her head from one side, and then to the other. "I mean, we're all obviously changing. Look at you. Are you all woman too?"

"You seem less scared about it than I do." Brandon shook his head. "No, I'm not, I'm still a guy, and I hope I still remain as such." Although even he questioned how 'male' he was at times. A glance in the mirror confirmed as such. "We have to find out what's going on with us, with this whole college. I've noticed everyone else is changing too, and I can't even tell if they know about it!"

"They might." Jeremy shrugged. "Ashley does, although her changes are a little...well...almost the opposite of what's happening to me." Jeremy giggled.  "You can ask around if you want."

Brandon knew that asking others was definitely the best way to get answers, but he was hesitant to speak up about it to anyone else. Heck, he wasn't even going to talk to Jeremy, but Jeremy opened up the door and looked so radically different that Brandon had to say something. "I'll figure it out and I'll get things changed back to normal." Brandon tried to speak with confidence, but one other change that had happened to him was that he was a terrible liar. He walked away with his head held high, and the long hair on his head he hadn't cut down below his shoulders.

"Feel free to take your time!" Jeremy called out with a giggle. "And if you want to have some fun with your new form, give me a knock, you know where I'll be."

Brandon couldn't believe what Jeremy was suggesting. He wondered how Ashley felt about her new body, along with so many others. He wasn't sure about what he should even do about it though. The transformation to his own body wasn't necessarily bad. Besides the braces and thicker glasses, he swore he was much more intelligent, if feminine. He figured that the best way to handle it, at least for the time being, is to just let things keep going the way they currently were. He'd still look for a way to change back, but if he couldn't find a way, well, there was nothing really to make a huge complaint about yet.

The next few days went by slower than the days before. Brandon blamed part of the reason on boredom with his college classes. The material was just too easy for him at this point. He was scoring 90s and occasionally 100s on all of his homework and all of his exams. He made sure to take a picture of himself every morning though, as well as notes about his body changing. As loathe as he was to do it too, he even went as far as measuring his chest, as well as his cock and balls to get into more detail about his feminine body. He hated keeping track of such things, and every time he wrote the number of his bust size, as well as his shaft and ball size he felt utter humiliation even if nobody was likely going to see what he had written down.
On top of making notes for himself, he also made observation notes regarding others. He didn't directly interact with most people, but he'd note any significant changes from people he knew about, such as the gryphon from earlier had far less fur and feathers than he remembered, but he also had a much larger chest, although the kind of chest the gryphon had was vastly different from the one that Brandon and Jeremy had, not that he was going to probe more into it than observations. He could observe people clearly transforming, as well as stay on top of his studies, and even he was impressed how capable he was of doing both things so flawlessly.

As the days went on, Brandon noticed that the numbers of his cock and ball size were going down, while the size of his breast was going up. His skin was also taking on a sickly gray color as time went on, but what really worried him was what happened one night...
Brandon awoke with a sudden sharp pain from his butt. He had been taking pictures of his front side and keeping track of his front side, not his back. A quick rush to the bathroom and dropping of his pants confirmed that, on top of his feminine ass, he had a small stub that was definitely the beginnings of a tail. Brandon already could tell that, on top of the sharp teeth and changing of his body he looked like he was changing into a female shark of sorts, but the tail definitely helped confirmed his theory.

Of course, despite keeping track of his transformations, despite watching others change and seeing even Jeremy undertake a massive male to female transformation, he was at a total loss about how to fix himself, let alone if he even wanted to. The changes weren't terrible ones, and while he hated the idea of changing into a female, he couldn't help but feel aroused. In fact, he had felt aroused off and on for reasons he couldn't even explain with his intelligence.

Brandon grit his sharp teeth and tried to control his muscles. He found he had some control of the new stub that was a tail, but his movements were very restricted. "Have others been growing tails too?" he asked himself with a crack of femininity in his voice. He grabbed his notes and took a look through them over the days he was observing others. He had most never taken a look down at a person's legs though, just their faces and chest, and while he noted that some were growing fur, feathers, or hide of some sort, there was not a single note about them growing a tail. "Damn my inability to keep proper notes." He said to himself. He then noticed there was a pattern about his very notes. The first few days weren't too detailed, but as he went on, he went more and more into detail about his body, and about his skin. His skin was once normal human skin, but now it felt slick and smooth. "I truly am becoming a shark...a female shark." He said with a grimace.

Brandon still felt conflicted. He went back to bed as it was still late and he had classes, but he slept on his side rather than his back. He set his thick glasses down on the nightstand next to the bed, and stared at them. He wondered if his glasses and braces were a result of him changing too, and just how much more he was going to change. He recalled an image of a female shark online that he liked, and as he thought about her, he had a feeling between his legs that felt as if he were getting aroused, yet his shaft wasn't getting erect. 

The next day, Brandon awoke with a grimace. He walked up to the mirror, and he took another look at himself. How long has it been? He thought to himself. Winter is long over, the snow has thawed...god, and I never even paid attention to the holidays. He continued to think to himself as he stared at his form in the mirror. He looked so much like a woman. His long hair was a mix of a dark color with hints of green showing at his roots. He had wanted to get it cut, but he just kept telling himself how he didn't have the time to do it.

Brandon just spent quite a bit of that morning staring at himself in the mirror. He felt as if he was staring at a completely different person than when he had first started college. He had pictures and notes to prove how different he looked. His skin felt more rubbery, and as he looked down at his nails, he noticed they were sharper, both finger and toenails. His tail was still extremely small, but he knew it was likely to change over time, just like the rest of him. He looked as if a shark anthro and a human had mated, and the result was a guy shark that wasn't very well endowed that wanted to come off as a woman. Even his voice was higher pitched, not that he talked very much anyways, but with what few times he had spoken to Jeremy, or in class the past few months, he knew it was different.

Just as Brandon was about to keep to himself the whole day as he didn’t have classes, he heard a knock at the door. Throughout the entire time Brandon had been in these college dorms, he didn't remember a single time that someone had actually come to his dorm room. With a sigh, Brandon walked over to the door, opened it up, and he was greeted with Jeremy on the other end.

Jeremy still had that voluptuous body that she had from before, except in addition to her female form, she also had fox ears and a fox tail, although there were few other traits on her that looked animal. "Hey Brandon! I'm throwing a party at the end of next month, you want in?"

"What?" Brandon had heard about college parties, but even the old him had never an idea about attending one. Still, Jeremy was a friend of his, but at the same time, he felt far too shy to socialize with anyone. "I don't know..."

"Come on Brandon." Jeremy thrust her breast up right to Brandon's own growing pair. "I get it, your transformation is humiliating, right? Well, I know my mind has been changing too and now I don't mind nearly as much. At first I thought that was concerning, but now it's hard for me TO be concerned! Others have been changing, and you don't see them acting up and all upset about it either! Heck, I think a lot of them like it, and in more ways than one." She winked to Brandon.

Brandon was ready to call Jeremy insane. He didn't even know if it was Jeremy saying those things, or what Jeremy had transformed into that said those things. He could tell that Jeremy was much farther along than he was though, and for what reason he didn't know why. Jeremy was right though. Others didn't seem to notice, or care about their transformations, at least from his observations. He was curious what Jeremy was doing that might have caused 'her' to change so significantly, and how others behaved too. "Okay, I'll go, but don't expect me to be a social butterfly."

Jeremy giggled at Brandon like the schoolgirl she was transformed into, a college one at that. "Of course." Jeremy gave Brandon a sudden hug before she let him go. "Well, enjoy your day off!"

Brandon blushed tremendously at the hug. Instinctively he wanted to return it, but when he tried to wrap his arms around her, he found he couldn't quite do so. It wasn't because he couldn't reach around Jeremy, but because his own body didn't want him to hug her. Brandon went back into his dorm, and locked the door. At least my sexual preference hasn't changed, I think. He thought to himself. In fact, it was hard for him to get Jeremy out of his head. His body flushed as he made his way to his bed and laid down. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Jeremy out of his head. He imagined her nude, and he could tell his body was highly aroused, even if his cock wasn't hard.

"What's happening to me?" Brandon asked himself. He stroked his shaft that he just couldn't get hard, and instinctively touched his nipples that felt so much more sensitive than before. He couldn't get Jeremy out of his head, and he pictured the two kissing, rubbing, and making out not like men, but women. "F-fuck...fuck fuck...no! Don't think about fucking. It's making it worse!" Brandon tried to think of a rationale of why he was just suddenly so interested in sex, and then it hit him like a ton of bricks. One big reason he may have just so suddenly been into sex was because he was in a rut. Brandon didn't want to believe it, but it would explain his sudden urges and why they wouldn't go away. Brandon paid less attention to stroking his cock, and more on his nipples as they felt much more sensitive than his shaft. He massaged his breast and felt their increased cup size, he tweaked his nipples, and he let out a light moan that sounded incredibly feminine. I really am becoming a girl. He thought to himself, but he could barely focus on his own thoughts for very long before the imagination of a naked Jeremy flooded his mind again.

Brandon gasped as he achieved an orgasm from nipple stimulation and his thoughts alone. Despite his cock being smaller and not being hard, he felt it cum right between his legs and create a warm wet spot. He grit his sharp teeth and closed his eyes as he came.
Once Brandon recovered, he felt his rut subside, although he wasn’t sure how long that was going to last. He took the moment of recovery to look down at his breast with a grimace. "Should have...should have tried to preserve that seed." He sighed as he laid in bed for another moment before he got his pants and underwear changed.

Brandon spent much of the day in his dorm, which was typical, but he also spent more time masturbating, which was atypical. He took brief periods of rest to look up the cycle of a shark's rut, not even aware they went through them in the first place, but then again, maybe they didn't even have once. He noticed that, when ruts did happen, they reoccurred every month or so, and if this was his first, he grimaced at the thought. "Dammit...and it's going to go on for some time too." He leaned back with a sigh. He knew it was going to be a long day, but he made sure to at least document the change in his notepad.

Over the next month, Brandon continued to document his changes both with pictures, and with writing. His handwriting remained largely the same, but his body continued to develop the gray shark hide, complete with darker lines that went along his back. He found it next to impossible to even sleep on his back any more when a shark fin appeared on his back, plus his tail didn't help him as it continued to grow while his own shaft continued to shrink bit by bit. Based on his math, it was roughly one centimeter per day that it shrank, although it was a rough estimate. His testicles shrank faster than his cock did, and there came one day he was measuring his testicles, that he noticed there was something very, very concerning.

Brandon felt between his legs with two fingers. No matter how much he felt between his legs, he couldn't feel the orbs that were his testicles. He knew they had been shrinking slowly, but now they were totally gone. Instead, he felt something slick and, while it was small, he could feel a finger slide into it, and he pulled back with a sharp gasp. He didn't have any small mirrors to check, but he used the same hand to slowly feel between his legs instead, and he could confirm that he had lost his testicles and he had grown a full-fledged vagina. There was no clit that he could tell, but there was definitely an opening in the front of his legs that was not his cock.

Brandon felt another wave of humiliation hit him. He couldn't even properly refer to himself as 'male' anymore. He had both male and female genitalia between his legs, although he lacked testicles. He remembered that he had that party to attend as well, and while he was ready to skip out on it, he didn't want to upset Jeremy either. He may have become more isolated the more he transformed into a female shark girl, but that didn't mean he had to be a jerk about it. The party was in a few days at least, so Brandon had some time.

With a sigh, Brandon walked over to his closet. He still had lost total track of time. He had kept track of his changes for almost an entire year now, although it was still a few months before the year was over. He looked through his closet, and grabbed an outfit. The outfit was a white long sleeved shirt with a tie and a green sleeveless top to cover it, complete with matching skirt that went down to his knees.
He couldn't explain why, but his entire wardrobe had just suddenly seemingly changed to fit him better, and it gave off the impression of someone that would definitely have been called nerd more than once. 
There was no scientific explanation as to why his outfit was changed so much, he knew he had gone shopping once or twice, but he hadn't changed his entire wardrobe. At this stage of his transformation though, he couldn't question a lot about his new form, nor about everyone else's new form that he had been documenting. He had found no clear cut cause as to the transforming. He just knew that people were transforming, including himself, and nobody but him seemed alarmed by it.

Brandon put on his clothes, and then he went to the mirror as he did so many times before. He glanced at his reflection, and he grimaced at the sight. The first image he saw, the first picture he took, he looked fairly normal. There was a gradual progression from a human into what he now looked like, a female shark anthro. His hair was long, and over the days it had gone from a black, to a light green, and the hair went down past his shoulders. He would have cut it, but going out felt awkward. His ears were pulled upward and longer. He had thought about piercings for them, but refrained for the time being. He had very thick glasses, and underneath his eyes had a hint of pink inside of his normal eye color, as if the pink were exploding outwards. His eyes were a detail that he had kept track of recently, so he wasn't sure how long that had been going on.

Brandon's nose and face pushed out a few inches and looked like a very small shark muzzle. He had noted that change happened a few weeks ago. His very skin was that of a shark's entirely now and fully gray with horizontal lines along his back, arms, and legs. He had the feminine figure complete with full grown tits and nipples that were a combination of pink and blue. His thighs were thick, and his tail measured a foot long in length by now, bigger than his cock.

Brandon just stared at himself with uncertainty. He was dressed and, even he told himself how cute he looked and it made him feel embarrassed. "I can't ditch out on Jeremy, just go to the party, spend some time there with a few sodas, and then go home." Brandon took a breath. He wasn't sure how much he had changed inside, but he figured it wasn't nearly as much as the outside. Besides, he couldn't change that significantly on the inside, at least he told himself that.
Brandon left his dorm on his own, and then made his way to Jeremy's at the time he was told the party was going to begin. He knocked on the door, and waited.

The door opened and acted as a barrier to the noise as Jeremy was greeted with the sound of punk rock playing with lyrics that were barely understandable. A bimbo fox opened the door, and grinned at Brandon. "You came!" she said, and gave Brandon a hug. The vixen barely had any clothing on and revealed her voluptuous bimbo whore body. Her tits felt like massive inflated sandbags, and her pink top did little to hide them.

Brandon didn't quite smile, but at the same time he didn't grimace. His face was expressionless as he was hugged, but his face was flushed red. He could feel a warmth in his new small vagina, but he did his best to ignore it. He was a man of science, not lust. "Jeremy?" The voice sounded familiar, but the fox's body definitely did not look the part.

"In the flesh and fur." Jeremy said with a nod. "I've been thinking of a new name, but I really can't think of one anymore. Thinking is more of Ashley's trait now with what she's become, and she's...well...HE's..." Jeremy giggled, and opened the door wider. Her long furry fox tail waved happily behind her. "Why don't you come in and see for yourself?"

Brandon could hear the noise of other partygoers which made him hesitant, but he wrapped his arms around his chest, as if to try to hide his tits underneath his shirt before he stepped inside and took a look at the sights around him.

Jeremy's dorm was a bit bigger than Brandon's and designed to be more of a house-like in appearance. There were a good ten or so other people around the home, all of them anthros of some sort. Brandon didn't pay too much attention to detail to them all. There was a male tiger, at least Brandon assumed it was a male tiger anthro, he didn't want to know if there was any secrets they were hiding. He also noticed a male hippo that looked a little bit familiar, but it had been a long time since Jeremy paid attention to others besides just noting their transformations. Everyone in the room was an anthro of some sort, fully and completely at that. Their genders however, Brandon wasn't aware of. He hugged his feminine body with a nervous sweat.

Jeremy patted Brandon on the back. "Lighten up, it's a party! Help yourself to a drink or two. You know this place not only is fine with sex, but also alcohol is just fine with this college? No drugs though, they got to draw the limit somewhere!" Jeremy let out a high-pitched giggle. "Did you see Ashley?" Jeremy pointed at the large male hippo on the couch. "He's super well-endowed now, but he's mine so don't even try it!"

Brandon couldn't believe his longer shark ears as they twitched. Jeremy wasn't just a woman, but Ashley was now a guy, a rather obese one at that, but Brandon didn't want to look at him. "Okay, fine, where are the drinks?" Brandon wasn't completely isolated, he had drank a few alcoholic beverages before, although he never drank that much of it. His plan was to drink just as much of it as he did before his change, just so he would know he wasn't overdoing it.

"You look like the kind of gal that would like a blueberry moon." Jeremy walked over to a mini fridge located next to the couch. She pulled out a blue can that resembled that of a soda can. She looked like she was ready to toss it to Brandon, but she instead just walked over and handed it to him with a grin. "Sorry, you DON'T look like the kind of gal that can catch something tossed to them."

Brandon rolled his eyes. He wanted to speak up and detest about being called a woman, but Jeremy was right. Brandon had both sexes between his legs, and one of his sexes was so tiny that it may as well have not been there at all. He opened up the drink and sipped it. He wasn't a fan of the alcoholic taste, but he had the beer a few times before and it never really affected his thinking abilities then. "Thanks." He said in a feminine voice.

"So, you ever find out what's transforming everybody?" Jeremy nudged Brandon in a way that hinted that she was asking him more than just that. "I talked with a few people about it and they were kind of curious. Like, they know they're different, but they can't really pinpoint in what way, and they really can't complain about it either because they feel much happier."

Brandon tilted his head at Jeremy. "Wait, you've actually asked people and talked with them about their transformations?" Brandon had only documented the change. Deep down, he wished he had been more social and spoken with people, but it just felt too awkward for him to talk to anyone he didn't really know.

"Well, I wasn't sure if you were going to, so I did. I totally didn't write anything down or keep track of what they said exactly though." Jeremy shrugged. "I think I've become an airhead or something with the changes, but oh well! Anyways, they've totally been fine with it, and many people like their new forms. They're like either smarter or more fun or cuter or...basically they like it better than being plain old dumb humans, or whatever they used to be. Some of them aren't even aware!"

Brandon's jaw dropped and showed off his sharp teeth and braces to Jeremy. He wasn't sure how else he could react. How could people NOT aware of their transformation, or even liked it?! He drank more of the alcohol that Jeremy gave him, and wiped his lips. He began to feel flush, but he did his best to keep himself under control. "So...nobody's tried to do anything about changing back to normal?"

"Why would they?" Jeremy tilted her head to the side. "I mean, do you want to try to go back to normal? I can totally help you if you will, but honestly you look super cute the way you are now!"

Normal... Brandon thought to himself. The word itself sounded so abnormal. Brandon had kept track of his changes over the weeks, the months, almost the entire year for that matter. He had pictures of what he used to look like, but it felt like ages ago that he used to be a normal male. He looked at himself, and then back at his tail that he knew hadn't finished growing yet, but it was definitely on its way to getting bigger and bigger, seemingly right before his eyes. He still found it even hard to call himself 'male' in the first place. The sheer fact was that he had referred to himself as a female now and again in the notes and had scribbled them out. He wasn't entirely sure if he liked it, but as he drank more of the beer, he felt his body grow more and more aroused and it did not help his decision-making. "Maybe...ooh, I'm feeling a bit...dizzy." he knew he had drank the beer Jeremy gave him when he was human.
God, maybe my insides changed more than I thought...I have to be a total lightweight if I'm getting drunk off THIS little.

Jeremy giggled. "Have you ever done anything exciting as a shark girl yet?" Jeremy wrapped one arm around Brandon. "What about your habits? Do you do anything different?"

Brandon drank more of the alcohol with a hint of nervousness. He felt not just hot, but aroused. He wasn't sure if it was because he was going into heat, or if the alcohol had something to do with it. Part of him wanted to leave, but he knew Jeremy wasn't going to make it so easy. "I'm just...I mean, I get up, I note anything different about my body, I go to classes, I do my work, and I come back. I'm doing super well with my grades and I should be graduating top of my class. The material is super easy, I don't understand how anyone struggles in science."

Jeremy wrapped another arm around Jeremy. She was right in front of him, and so close that their breasts gently touched one another with only the fabric of their clothing in the way. "You're pretty talkative for a shy shark. You also sound super smart. How good are you at making out?"

Brandon took a deep breath. Had he a cock, he knew it would have been hard. Instead, he felt wet between his legs, a sensation that he knew an aroused female felt. He wasn't sure what it was, maybe it was Jeremy, maybe he was in heat, or maybe it was the alcohol. He wrapped his arms around Jeremy, and gave her a big wet kiss.

The rest of the night was a blur to Brandon. He remembered drinking, laughing, partying, and then there were other things that were a total blank.

Brandon awoke the next morning with a smack of her lips from a dry mouth. She rubbed her head, but then paused when she felt how big of a mess her hair was, and then she also felt two metal things in her shark ears that made her jump awake, but with a pounding headache.

Brandon grit her sharp teeth as she made her way to the bathroom. She wanted to take aspirin, but she'd wait to see what she looked like in the mirror. As it was, her tail swayed behind her, much longer than before, so she could only assume she was changed more. She was also naked, so to get a full look in the mirror wouldn't have been difficult. She made sure to grab her glasses though.

Brandon saw not a single trace of her former self. From head to toe, and her new tail that was longer than her legs, she was a female shark anthro. Her cock was gone, and the only thing left was a light blue cunt, the same color as her nipples. She even had two metal piercings at the top of her ears. "God...okay, I can't handle ANY alcoholic drinks." She said to herself in her feminine voice. She was reminded about what Jeremy said about accepting her form, and she just stared at herself. She still had a headache, and she was experiencing pain in places she didn't even knew she had, but she didn't consider her form, nor her intelligence to be a hindrance. Her poor eyesight, braces, and long shark tail annoyed her a bit, but they weren't the worst of imperfections. "I guess...if this is who I am now..." Brandon mumbled to herself, and she let out a small sigh. "I have the rest of the year to get used to who the new me is."

The rest of the year was very short for Brandon, but she continued the trend to document her body. She didn't go through any more changes though, at least ones that she noticed. She kept referring to herself as she though, and even minor details such as her driver's license and even her birth certificate changed to match, things she knew science couldn't explain, but at this point, she had grown more and more accepting of her new form. By the time it came to graduate from the college, she had accepted her new nerdy shark anthro body for what it was. There could have been far, far worse changes after all.

Brandon attended graduation at the top of her class in General Science studied. The graduation was outside on a warm sunny day just a few weeks summer was going to begin. She wore a graduation cap, gown, and during graduation, she noticed the school had gotten quite a few more trees planted; including one that looked suspiciously like the gryphon that she had seen earlier, but she didn't pay it any mind. She graduated from the college to start her new life as the female shark anthro named Sushi.