My head was swimming in an inky pool. I couldn’t hear or see or even feel anything. Except fear. I thought I was dead. I remember having made love to a beautiful goddess and I must have had a heart attack and died.
Slowly, however, the world came back to me. I heard a voice, Kate’s voice, distant and underwater. Light crept back into my eyes in a blur that slowly came into focus. Kate was looking down at me, naked as before, calling something. I think it was my name. I was laying on my bed. I must have passed out.
“Louis!” She called. “Wake up! That’s it, that’s it, come on. Focus, focus.” She patted my face, slapping me back into the waking world. “Oh my God, Louis, wake up!”
“What?” I called back, groggily returning to consciousness. “What is it? What happened?”
“What do you think happened?!” She cried.
“Well, I passed out... I think. I’ve never really been knocked out before.”
“It happened!” she said, excitement bubbling in her voice. “The ritual worked! You’re a Tauros! Oh I knew it! I just knew it!” I felt strange, but not really different from before. “Just relax now, the changes will start in a moment. Oh this is so exciting!”
I was filled with panic. Her giddiness at the situation was somewhat comforting, but the impact of what she was saying to me hit like a sledgehammer. My life would be over! I was turning into a werecow?! What would I do? I’d have to disappear, start a new life! All my friends and relatives would have to believe I was dead. I’d lose my job, my car, my apartment... everything.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pinch in my stomach. I felt like I was going to be sick. Deep inside my gut I felt something pulling. Sitting up slightly I looked down to see what it was. Kate clambered off me and my bed, standing to the side to witness the changes.
My belly was slimming down. I had always had a very slight paunch, more blubbery than I would have liked, but now it seemed to be melting away. I saw the skin of my belly pull tight, shrinking down to the bare muscle underneath.
Suddenly I felt a tingle rush all over my skin. I brushed my chest in response wondering what happened, and my hand scattered away my chest hair. It had somehow broken off at the roots and brushed away when I itched my skin. I rubbed my arms, watching the hair fall out and onto the bed. My arms were left completely bare. I suddenly worried that it might not stop at just body hair, and that all of my hair would fall out and I would be left looking like a chemotherapy patient.
My fears were soon relieved when I felt my scalp begin to tingle and I actually felt my hair grow! I pulled at my lengthening locks, glad for their continued grip on my head. I heard a small gasp from Kate and looked over at her. A look of surprise touched her features as she witnessed my hair growing. I was about to ask what was wrong until I caught a glimpse of white. Pulling at my hair, I saw the long tresses turning as pure as snow. The hair was lustrous and shiny, clearly healthy, but as white as milk.
“Wow!” she said. “That’s an interesting color! I’ve never seen white before.” Her tone had me worried, like something was wrong. I hoped that things would take their course correctly, and I wouldn’t be left as a mutant freak.
While looking at my lengthening hair, I saw and felt my hands and arms shrink in mass, slimming down and becoming much more feminine. My nails lengthened attractively and my callouses faded leaving soft pink hands.
As I gazed at my arms, I noticed my skin getting smoother and darker, deepening to a more ruddy, bronze color. My freckles and blemishes faded, leaving my hairless skin very smooth to the eye and touch. I wondered why my skin would change like that. I had always been a Caucasian, and now I was a darker hue, but not too dark.
“Oh my goodness, honey!” She cried, throwing her hands up to her cover her mouth. “You’re changing into a girl! Congratulations!”
I smiled back at her with excitement when suddenly pain exploded behind my eyes.
“Ahh!” I grimaced. I winced in response. Blinking rapidly as if flushing something from my eyes, I focused on Kate’s face. It was remarkable the amount of detail I could now see on her features. Quickly glancing across the room, I could pick out detail on objects with far greater accuracy than I had before. My poor eyesight had been fixed!
“Wow, your eyes are beautiful.” Kate looked into my eyes, as if studying them like a doctor. “I’ve never seen purple eyes before.”
Violet eyes? I wondered. My eyes had been a dull hazel before. An almost gray shade of bluish-green that changed depending on the weather. They had never been what I would consider ‘beautiful’ or ‘purple’. They must have changed color when they corrected their shape. I was excited though. Violet was a beautiful color. I had only ever seen one girl have naturally purple eyes, and they were remarkably beautiful. I could only hope I had eyes like hers.
Kate continued to pull my ever-lengthening hair off the side of the bed, keeping it from getting tangled and matted underneath me. The tingling sensation continued in my scalp and my hair kept growing longer and longer.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my ribs, as if I had just been kicked there by a soccer player. I glanced down just as my chest constricted, slimming and reconfiguring. My chest popped and crackled as it shifted. Then the pain was gone and I was left with a slim, tapered torso. My ribs had reconfigured themselves into a girls chest, much smaller and slimmer than before.
My waist changed next, as I felt another cinching crush, this time around my stomach. My slight gut finished evaporating quickly as my belly caved in on itself, slimming down incredibly and becoming a flat, shapely tummy. My waist was wasp thin, greatly accentuating my girly torso. When it was done shrinking, it was probably only 25 inches around, or so: way slimmer than I ever remember it being, even as a young boy.
As soon as the pressure was relieved there, I felt an opposite pressure on my hips and butt. It was like being inflated. I felt my skin expand and swell as my hips rounded out and my bottom swelled slightly. The stretching sensation was wonderful, like being surrounded by a inner tube that was slowly inflating and squishing in on me. My butt swelled up quite a bit, matching my hips and already massive thighs and lifting my lower back off the bed.
My skin was darker than Kate’s, though. Where she was a pale alabaster, mine was a light bronze, almost like a Mediterranean look. Spanish or Italian perhaps. I wondered why that was. Kate hadn’t mentioned any change in race when when she mentioned the transformation. Of course, I realized I hadn’t actually asked about that topic. I didn’t mind, however. I knew bronze skin could be just as beautiful.
My thighs toned down a bit and slimmed slightly, still bulky, but shapely and smooth. I ran my hands from the base of my ribs over my small stomach and waist, and down to my shapely round ass and hips. The change from wide to small to wide again was incredible as I explored my new hourglass figure.
My knees came next. I felt them reposition slightly as the bones inside them reshaped and changed size slightly. The feeling made me a bit queasy, but it was fleeting. After a few seconds of popping and grinding, they felt normal again and I flexed them, bringing my knee up to inspect it. It looked fine and felt better than before.
My feet suddenly flared into pain as the many bones in them crunched down upon themselves, twisting and shrinking, collapsing down smaller into a more feminine foot. The pain abated quickly, and I lifted my foot to regard it. It was cute and dainty, definitely a girls foot, being very small. I had been a men’s size 12 before, but I had no idea what size I’d be now.
I saw my penis down between my legs. I thought it should have been shrinking, but instead it was growing! I cried out in shock as I watched it double in length. It was rigid, and arrow straight, fully at attention and what must have been nearly a foot long!
“What’s going on!?” I cried out.
Kate watched as well, but her expression told me she was as shocked as I. We watched as my cock stopped growing, my testicles started to shrink. Soon my scrotum was completely empty as my balls seemed to melt away, but that too drew flat against my crotch, revealing a smooth, bald base around my penis. A sudden lance of pain shot from the area, however, as I witnessed the area directly beneath my cock fold in upon itself, drawing deeper into my body. Soon it formed a small slit below my penis, deepening with each passing moment. I felt it draw completely into me, plunging into my innards. Small folds built up on the sides of slit, convoluting and folding over themselves and the base of my cock. After perhaps a minute, the changes felt complete.
My crotch was a psychotic mixture of the sexes. Standing erect was a foot long cock, but the base of it was wrapped in the upper portion of a woman’s labia. Directly below my cock was a vagina. It looked almost as if my cock were an elongated and engorged clitoris, emerging from the womanly folds of an otherwise perfect vagina.
“What’s going on!?” I cried out again.
“Oh my GOD!” Kate said in shock, staring with mouth agape at my confused crotch. “I think... I think you’re turning into a hermaphrodite!”
“WHAT?!”
Suddenly a wave of pressure hit my chest. Staring down at my torso I saw my bronze nipples puff up and lengthen slightly. Slowly the flesh underneath them began to quiver and swell as I realized I was growing breasts! I nearly squealed with delight as I watched the tiny mounds grow slowly. They poked up like a young girls, rising perhaps and inch from my chest. I would have guessed they were an A cup at that point.
They continued to grow, however, quickly doubling in size and then doubling again. They started to have real mass and rolled slightly to the sides. Not know much about cup sizes, I thought they might be D’s. Still they grew, however. Their bulk rounded out, looking less pointed and more spherical. They swelled elegantly, like a water balloon taking shape under a faucet. I wiggled my chest, rolling side to side slightly and was rewarded with a beautiful display as my breasts followed suit, sloshing back and forth, wobbling wonderfully.
I reached my hands up to grasp them and test their feel. I was startled by their size. My now dainty hands could barely cup around them and they were still growing! I felt my fingers being pushed apart as the mounds continued to swell. Like rising dough, they kept plumping up. Dropping my hands back to the bed, they shook and wobbled like Jello.
“Oh, wow!” Kate said. “You’re getting big!”
I smiled a bit, loving the feeling of my chest growing. The idea of a cock and a pussy in my crotch was momentarily forgotten as I enjoyed my most secret and ardent fantasy, growing large breasts.
They continued to swell a bit more, until they rested on my arms while touching in the middle of my chest. I could barely see my body over them. They seemed to ride out from my body a full 6 inches or more, ballooning off my chest like half a watermelon each. Then, as suddenly as it began, they stopped growing. I waited a few more moments, admiring my breasts and waiting for another change to signal itself.
“I think... I’m done changing.” I said at long last.
“Wow, honey! This is amazing!” Kate said, bouncing up and down slightly, completely giddy.
“You’re telling me!” I said. “That was best moment of my life. But why do I still have a penis?”
“That’s what I’m talking about, sweetie!” Kate said. “You’re a girl and a boy! Hermaphrodites are rare. Very rare. It’s not uncommon for a Tauros entering the first change to switch sexes, but it’s incredibly rare that they become both! Looks like you’re something special indeed!”
I was a bit worried by that statement. Kate’s cool demeanor with the whole situation had calmed me somewhat, reassuring that everything was proceeding as planned. But it wasn't. Something wasn’t right; and if one thing went wrong, maybe others did. I was worried for my life.
“So what do I do?” I asked, a bit panicked by her explanations yet. “Am I going to die?! How can we fix it? Am I going to... make myself pregnant or something? What’s going on?” Panic flooded through me. The last thing I wanted on earth was a child, let alone carrying one to term.
“I don’t know, but I don’t think so. I’ve never heard of a hermaphrodite Tauros impregnating itself.” She admitted. “I doubt hermaphrodites can make themselves pregnant. Probably too much genetic similarity between your sperm and your eggs. But I’m afraid I’ve never met another one to ask her... him... it... I don’t know what to call you.”
“Well thanks.” I scoffed, not liking being called an ‘it’.
“Well, I don’t know what to call a she-male.” Kate said. “Hir... Shim... Herm...? I guess I should ask one sometime. Hey, what would you like to be called? He or she?” She smiled at me disarmingly. A bit of relief flooded in from her quick joke and calmed me a bit.
It was definitely an odd question, though. I had spent all my life as a male, and I technically still was; but I also wanted to embrace my femininity. I had dreamed for this moment. Spending all my life as a ‘he’ didn’t mean I had liked it. “I think I prefer to be considered a girl.” I said at last. “I guess, since I’m still mostly a girl. At least... I look more like a girl than a boy.”
“She it is then, girlfriend.” She smiled at me. I felt wonderful to receive that smile. I felt like I just got invited into some silly, secret girl club, one where no guy is allowed. “Just wait until the girls at the farm see this. They’ll go ape shit. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble getting a date with any of them. Almost all of them are bi.”
I was still shocked to see both my sets of equipment planted between my legs. My penis was wonderfully long and thick, but my vagina was strange to me. It took the place of my testicles and made my crotch feel empty. There was no lump of slithery, hairy flesh in my lap anymore. I loved the new feeling. My testicles had always disgusted me and I was glad they were gone.
Kate stared doctor-like at my crotch. “On the bright side, you can sleep with whichever sex you want. I imagine a girl with a penis is something everyone would love to see. Sure is strange, though. I wonder if they both work. Like, if you can both be pregnant and make others pregnant. Or what if you really could make yourself pregnant!” Her face lit up with excitement.
“Oh yuck.” I said. “I don’t ever want to be pregnant. It’s just... gross.”
“Oh it’s not that bad. It’s fun to be bloated up with life growing inside you. You don’t want to be a heifer all your life do you?” She asked.
“A heifer? Like a cow, right? Well, aren’t I going to be part cow all my life?” I asked.
“No, no, no. A heifer is a cow with no calves. Kind of the cow equivalent of a virgin.” She said. “There’s quite a few new words you’ll learn if you’re going to live on a farm. One nice thing about being pregnant though, your milk production kicks into overdrive and you can get really big.”
“Are you a heifer?” I asked.
“Oh, no. I’ve had lots of calves. None of them were ever Tauros, though. All 9 of them were just normal cows.” She said.
“You’ve been pregnant 9 times!?” I was shocked. Her body was perfect and I knew what a pregnancy did to most females. “You’re beautiful though. Your body is perfect!”
“Thank you, sweetie!” She said, her face blushing. “Tauros have offspring far easier than humans. Being pregnant is usually quite fun for us and doesn’t cause any lasting damage since our bodies regenerate very quickly.”
“Well that’s all fine, but I still don’t want to be pregnant.” I said. “Definitely not yet anyway.”
“As for that, though...” Kate continued, pointing to my crotch, “No one can really tell what will happen to any given Tauros at the time of the First Change. Sometimes guys become girls, sometimes girls become guys. Some of the time they don’t change.” She said. “There have only been a very small few that became both. It’s incredibly rare... maybe once in a century... but it can happen.”
“Usually they’re quite weird looking. Guys with breasts, or girls with penises. It’s all pretty random how it works out. It’s almost like their body didn’t quite finish changing.” She looked me over. “But your body seems different. Almost as if it knew what it was going to do. I’ve never heard of a hermaphrodite with both a vagina and a penis before. Usually just one or the other.”
Kate ran her hands over my skin, tracing the sides of my ribs, the curve of my waist, the flare of my hips. She seemed to be searching for other clues, prodding my ribs and organs like a doctor. She inserted two fingers into my pussy, just behind the base of my cock. The sensation was incredible. I felt a strange pressure down there, as she dug into me. It felt good. Very good. Pulling her fingers out once more, I saw they were shiny with wetness.
Finally her hands came to rest on my breasts, cupping them and pushing them around on my chest. Testing their firmness or checking for lumps, I didn't know. It felt wonderful for her to play with them. Secretly I was enjoying it immensely, but I tried not to interrupt her examination.
“Good God!” Kate said finally. “You must be a G cup at least! I’d say you’re as big as I am! Well, when I’m not full of milk, anyway.” She placed her small hands on my boob again and cupped it lightly, visually taking measurements. “Yeah, I bet you’re a solid G cup... Maybe even an H.”
“I didn’t think they actually made bras that big.” I said. My voice still sounded so different. It was higher pitched and softer, almost breathy. It was odd feeling as my larynx resonate at a higher pitch. I sounded like a singer.
“Oh, yep, they do.” She replied. “We might have to special order them for you, but we can get them. I’ve definitely got contacts when it comes to finding clothes for busty women.”
Busty women. She was talking about me. About us. I was female now and there was no denying it. I lay there for a few moments, caressing and exploring my new body. My breasts jiggled as I moved. The thought was overpowering. My femininity couldn’t be denied... aside from the immense penis between my legs.
But I couldn’t cover it all up and pretend I was still my old self. I was a new being, as surely as if I had transplanted my brain into a bombshell’s body.
“Wow, sweetie.” Kate said, “You’re really beautiful.” She quickly glanced around my room. “Here, let me get this mirror.” She strode over to my bedroom wall and plucked the full length mirror from it’s hanger on the wall. Coming back to the bed, she held the mirror above me, allowing me to see myself for the first time.
I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. There, floating above me in the mirror’s reflection was an absolute goddess. Her skin was in contrast to her blazing white hair, which didn’t look like an old hag’s dry, brittle hair, but more silky and shiny, like milk pouring out of the jug. It pooled around her head and spilled off onto the floor. It must have been over 4 feet long.
I examined the rest of the image. Her body was incredible. Her massive chest lolled and bounced as her hands slid across her skin. They seemed only to amplify the slenderness of her hourglass waist before her hips swelled out lusciously. Her bald crotch lay buried underneath a massive cock laying demurely between her bronze legs, which were toned and smooth. Her skin was perfect.
Taking a closer look, I noticed her face. Her features were almost cat-like, but as smooth as porcelain. Her eyes were widely set but bright... and vividly purple. Her white eyebrows arched swoopingly above her eyes, attractively trim. Her nose was smooth and unblemished with small, hidden nostrils. Her pouty lips were sensationally plump and a shade lighter than her face. I remember my friend once calling lips like those cock-sucking lips. The description fit. The pillowed lips on her face would have felt heavenly around my cock... I suddenly wondered if I could reach it with them.
“Oh my...” I said at long last.
“Yeah, quite a hottie you are!” She said, in a proud sort of way.
I blushed at the compliment, obviously not ready to become a gorgeous knockout of a woman. I hoped I would never lose a sense of modesty as I lay there staring at the goddess in the mirror. I knew the large penis between my legs would be a reminder that I was indeed, not a perfect woman. I smiled at the figure and she smiled back at me. Her teeth were as white as her hair and dazzling.
“Thank you.” I replied.
“Well,” she continued, lowering the mirror and rehanging it on the far wall, “we might as well get started learning the new body.”