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The Changing

By: The Changing



A pool of what looked like a slightly congealed, translucent, pinkish-yellow fluid was pooling on the floor beneath the bench I was sitting on. My clothes were drenched in it, my body was covered in it, as though I had just jumped into a bath of warm Jell-O. I was hit with what I can only describe as a global body orgasm. When I reached down my pants and felt for where my penis used to start at the base, I felt nothing. The very instant I thought my penis was no longer where it was supposed to be and before I could go further for verification, another "burst orgasm" exploded from inside me so hard that I fell to the floor convulsing.

I was barraged repeatedly and the attacks continued to increase in intensity. Each time it was new, with little or no memory of the last. It was all happening now, and only right now, in this moment alone.

As I recovered from the last onslaught, I reached down my pants out of a brief sense of panic wanting to check to see what was happening down there. I wondered if I was bleeding or something even more serious, but I stopped as I realized that my pants were at least four sizes too big. My arms were thinner and smooth with very fine hair. My hands were smaller with long delicate well-defined fingers. Everything was covered in a pink goo that was oozing from every pore of my body. I stretched out my arms and noticed I could hyper extend them. It felt good to stretch.

Another wave hit and I could feel my ribs, shoulders and collarbone pop and bend, combined with momentary bursts of sharp, deep, agonizing pain. It was as though something was crushing me in separate, yet specific areas all over my body. My feet were curled up in some sort of extreme contortionist spasm and I couldn't feel my toes. Just when I felt I was going to pass out, another overwhelmingly convulsive orgasm wave hit and all the pain was instantly absorbed, blended, and then redistributed. I groaned with the doubling intensity of pure pleasure and extreme pain blended in perfect balance, keeping me fully aware and conscious. It was like an extreme form of pleasure and torture.

This went on for over an hour, my body began to feel very different yet completely familiar; half numb and half hypersensitive. There were sensations similar to popping vertebra back into position. It was similar to the feeling of freshly relocated bone sockets after an aggressive chiropractic adjustment, except that it was all over my body. It was odd, because even though all the changes where unfamiliar, it felt like I was changing into exactly how I was supposed to be.

My eyes felt different, as though they had been moved back. Or like my nose had changed position, improving my peripheral vision somehow. There was a funny taste in my mouth. It was like blood, mixed with a Snickers candy bar and lightly buttered asparagus. Then I noticed that my hair was soaking in the fluid on the floor. It was pulling on my head and straining the muscles in my neck as I tried to sit up. 

My hair was three feet longer than it was just twenty minutes before! Three feet of very thick gelatin soaked blond hair was not a familiar sensation for me. I sat up briefly to ring it out not even considering the obviously impossible implications of sudden and drastic hair growth. At this point, as with many points over the past eight months, nothing much surprised me. I learned to take it in stride and ignored the loss of any "learned social continuity."

I twisted my now very long hair, hearing the plop, plop sound of partially gelatinized liquid impact the floor. I looked at it wondering what this stuff was, not really caring or expecting an answer and too tired to speculate. 

Thinking I was going to have another convulsive orgasm at any moment, I shoved my hand into my pants again, feeling for my penis. I was moving my hand back and forth feeling, looking, and then realizing it was gone! My balls and all! I pulled my extremely wet and very loose pants out and away from my body so I could get a better look. There, in the crotch of my pants I saw where all the missing parts went.

Now detached from my body, if I am remembering my biology correctly, I saw thin strands of what looked like the vas deferens still attached to my now detached and exposed testis. There was also large pieces of shriveled skin and something that looked like parts of the urethra and other parts of the prostate though I couldn't be sure exactly what was what. There was a grayish discoloration to all of it and chunks of clotted blood mixed in. It was like a gelatinous genital salad.

I pulled out a soaked handful of the various remains from my pants, examining it very closely. I felt an impulse to squeeze, so I did. I saw a large lump form in the tube strand attached to one of the now unsheathed testis. Impulsively I used the fingers from my other hand to pinch it lightly just behind the lump and slid it down to the end of the strand catching warm sperm in the palm of my hand. It oozed through my fingers and onto the floor. I became memorized by it. Everything I was doing in that moment was moving in slow motion. There was a compete absence of sensitivity or connection to that mass of stuff in my hand or to the fluid dripping onto the floor. However, there was a strong sense of satisfaction in what I was doing at that moment.

Feeling a little grossed out when I awoke from my trance-like state realizing exactly what I was doing, I released the mass with both hands, quickly dropping the various parts into the pool of slime on the floor a few feet away, discarding it both physically and emotionally.

The clump of male material made a slapping thud sound as it landed on the hard linoleum floor. Just as it landed the one testis I hadn't squeezed flat, rolled like a miniature football several inches away from the main bundle, stopped by the attached strands of vas deferens and some other sort of membrane. It was a very strange feeling to see all of the male substance, separate from me, lying there on the floor, leaking the remaining fluids into the pool of pinkish goo, so eagerly discarded like bio-waste.

I felt that my reaction was a bit unexpected because of my complete lack of concern for the discarded genitalia. It was like a momentary burst of comprehension, and then a slow rolling orgasm of joy and relief as all the remaining fear and apprehension drained out of me. The feelings of panic from my earlier reaction of losing something that had been the center of my sexual identity for so long dissipated and I was left with the feeling of satisfaction and a very welcome feeling of deep excitement.

Still excited and extremely curious, I looked down then reached back into my pants to remove any remaining material that was no longer attached to my body. On my way down I started feeling around my newly formed body parts. I felt a warm mass of gooey fluid, soaking in a mound of hair and I forgot all about looking for anything detached and started feeling the results of the last hour plus.

There I found a distinct divide between my legs of a perfectly formed vulva. Ever so slowly, I slid my fingers between the soaking wet labia all the way down to my anus, methodically experiencing all the new sensations every centimeter along the way. 

On the return trip I dragged my fingers very slowly, absorbing every nuance of the feeling of a vagina between my legs, dipping into my vaginal opening briefly, then sliding my finger between my labium while lightly impacting my newly formed and very sensitive clitoris. It sent a whole set of new sensations throughout my entire nervous system to my brain; making me hiss and tremble in an orgasmic flash as my vagina contracted like a vise and I felt a spray of liquid discharge into my already soaked pants. I was overwhelmed by all of these new, yet oddly familiar sensations. 

I was fully experiencing what had just happened over the last eight months with two hours of orgasms, ecstasy waves and electrical pulses. A huge, self-imposed wave of euphoria hit me as I reveled in the discovery of what had just happened. It was what I had always wanted. It was everything that I had longed for, dreamed about and imagined in finely tuned detail for most of my life.

Another burst of ecstasy rolled through me as I looked down. In the shiny wet surface of the floor right in front of me, I saw my reflection in the pinkish goo and I was stunned. The sight made me sit back abruptly to consider what I had just seen. I had become a girl, the most stunning female I had ever seen! The reflection I saw was ageless and beautiful beyond imagination; well, at least beyond my imagination. I had become the girl that I always wanted to be.

Realizing again the implications and potentials of this revelation, I grabbed my t-shirt, pulled it out and looked down. "Yes!" I thought out loud, immediately clutching, pressing, and then caressing two very sensitive, but very well defined breasts. Another wave poured over me. Moaning quietly, I focused on a slow indulgent examination of both the familiar and unfamiliar feelings of breasts in my hands. Just a little larger than my hands in size, they were perfect. The feeling was sublime and electrifying! I lightly pinched and rolled my faintly pink nipples between my fingers causing me to groan in ecstasy, my head relaxed backwards as I melted into my body. For the first time in my life I felt complete, realizing again that all was exactly as it should have been.

In my moment of purely selfish examination, I noticed a small crowd gathering around looking at me as if I had just popped out of nowhere. It was embarrassing to say the least. They were staring at me with a sort of stunned amazement and bewilderment. There I was, a girl in clothes that were clearly not her own. I was sitting in a pool of slightly congealed translucent-pinkish-yellow-muck, soaked from head to toe. I was totally relaxed, with a pile of testicular bio mass laying a few feet away, and I was feeling myself up in the middle of the third floor promenade at the Mission Mall in San Diego. Not something you see everyday.

Not sure at what point they started seeing me; I created a very frantic but serious look on my face and groped around for a moment looking for the car keys, finding them in my goo filled front pocket. Then smiling innocently, I stood up, holding my muck soaked pants by a single belt loop in one hand, with the recovered keys in the other, and sloshed my way back to the escalator as if the event were perfectly understandable and unavoidable, leaving a thick, pinkish-yellow slime trail behind me. The onlookers just stood there; locked in a stunned daze as I made my getaway.