The Day the World Changed

by: Morpheus



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Rating: XXX Add Review Read Reviews, Last Review 03/30/19 (88) Added: 01/01/2012 Complete: yes Synopsis: On one fateful day, countless people across the word are unexpected changed and transformed into forms that almost appear right out of fairy tales and legends. One of these changed is a teenage boy who discovers that his body and life have changed in ways he never would have imagined. Categories: Bizarre Body Modifications Magical Transformations Mind Altered, Hypnosis, Brainwashed Keywords:

The Day the World Changed By Morpheus I was crouched down in my garage, looking over the dirt bike in front of me. It looked like it was in pretty decent shape but I knew that it had some nasty problems that weren't obvious at first glance. For one, the gas tank had a small crack in it and that wasn't even going into the engine. I'd had a nasty spill on the bike a few weeks ago, and though my helmet and pads had kept me from getting anything worse than a few nasty bruises, my bike hadn't been quite so lucky. "Damn," I muttered as I got back to my feet. I certainly couldn't enter any motocross races until my bike was back up and running and that wasn't going to happen until I could afford the repairs. I adjusted my glasses and absently ran a hand through my shaggy brown hair, trying to figure out how long it would take to get the money I needed. I knew my Dad wouldn't just give it to me and I wasn't exactly having much luck looking for an after school job. It seemed that with the currently economy, there weren't a lot of jobs available for 16 year old guys who were just looking for a little extra cash. My name is Danny Watkins and I was a fairly average high school student. I didn't really stand out appearance wise and it was only my hobby of racing dirt bikes on the weekends that kept me from being considered a nerd. And at the moment, I was extremely frustrated by the fact that my hobby had pretty much been brought to a halt until I could get some money. "Damn," I said again. I ached to go out and do a little racing. There was nothing to take your mind off your problems like racing around a dirt track at ridiculous speeds. Personally, I thought a lot of people who went to shrinks could save some good money if they just did this instead. I was still looking over my bike and thinking about how hopeless it was when my Dad came into the garage. He was a fairly stocky guy with a receding hairline, a little bit of a gut, though not enough of one to call him fat, and he had the nearly ever present cigarette held between his fingers. "Stop wasting your time with that thing," Dad told me with a scowl. "The garage needs cleaning so work on that instead." "I'll do it for twenty bucks," I told him. Dad just snorted at that and responded, "Your payment is eating dinner and sleeping under my roof." Once Dad left, I looked over the garage and sighed. Sure, it needed to be cleaned, but I wasn't being paid for it so saw no reason to hurry. In fact I decided that the garage could wait a few hours. After all, the mess wasn't going anywhere. I left the house and started down the street to see my best friend Kyle. Kyle used to be into racing too but his mom had made him quit six months ago after a crash that ruined his bike and broke both an arm and a leg. We couldn't race together anymore but we still hung out and I occasionally let Kyle sneak rides around the track on my bike, or at least I had before mine had been put out of commission too. A few houses down from mine I passed the home of Mr. George, an old guy who'd lost the use of his eyes and most of one leg back during Vietnam. Mr. George was sitting out on his front porch, which wasn't surprising since he was there just about every time I went past. I thought he had a strong resemblance to James Earl Jones, except that he had a thick gray beard. When I'd told him that once before, he'd jokingly responded that if someone was to play him in a movie he'd prefer if it was Denzel. "Good afternoon," I called to Mr. George. "How's it going?" "Not bad at all," he responded with a pleasant smile. "How bout you Danny?" He looked in my direction though I knew he couldn't see me, and though his eyes were covered by the wraparound sunglasses that he always wore, I could see some scars on his face around them. I wondered just how bad his eyes looked without the glasses though suspected I'd never know. "The same as usual," I answered with a shrug. "You should probably grab an umbrella," Mr. George told me, looking up and adding, "It smells like rain." I looked up, but only saw a few clouds in the sky, certainly not enough to look like it was about to rain. However I knew better than to just ignore Mr. George. He seemed to have some sort of sixth sense about these kinds of things. However I wasn't about to go back home for an umbrella or jacket when it wasn't raining now. "Thanks," I told Mr. George as I continued past. "See you later..." "Too bad I can't say the same," he joked, giving me a brief wave. I reached Kyle's house a few minutes later and went straight back to his bedroom where he was in the middle of playing some video game. Kyle nodded at me as I came in but didn't say anything for nearly a full minute, being caught up in the game he was playing. Only once he got to a good spot did he finally stop and set the game aside. "Hey man, what's up?" Kyle asked. "Not much," I responded with a shrug. "I just had to get away from my Dad for a bit." "What?" Kyle asked. "Is he pushing you to try out for the football team again?" "Not this time," I responded, dropping down onto the edge of Kyle's bed. "This time he's just doing the old 'it's my house so you're slave labor' routine." At this point, Kyle handed me a remote and I joined him playing the game. It was a good way to kill time and avoid having to clean the garage for a bit. However after about an hour, I looked out the window and saw that it had just started raining hard. I thought about what Mr. George had said and mused, "How the hell does he do that?" -------------------- It was the last class of the school day and I sat back watching the clock rather than paying attention to the teacher. It would be easy to say that I didn't like math and it made no sense to me, but the truth was I didn't mind math at all and I understood it fairly well. Instead the problem was that we were going over something I already knew which made me feel like I was just wasting my time here. "Pointless," I muttered in annoyance. I looked back at our teacher Mr. Nelson, a balding and overweight guy who was only in his thirties but somehow seemed older and more tired. He certainly added to the overall feeling of boredom, obviously having no real passion for the subject himself. Then I looked around the room, seeing Cindy sitting a few seats away and actually looking interested. She was something of a stereotypical nerd with acne problems, thick glasses, and a noticeable lack of confidence. I'd actually tried being friendly with her for awhile but she seemed to think that I was just doing this as some kind of setup to make fun of her. I couldn't help but feeling sorry for any person who just assumed that every friendly gesture was hiding something hostile. "At least we're almost done," Kyle said from where he was sitting beside me, watching the clock just as closely as I was. When the bell finally rang, I was more than happy to leave. I made a quick stop at my locker to drop off my books, other than the ones I'd need for homework tonight. And then I was ready to go home. However I was just starting towards the exit when I noticed Cindy was cornered by Jason Thomas, the star player of the school football team. Unfortunately he tended to fit the stereotype that gave jocks a bad name and at the moment he seemed to find it amusing to mess with the nerd girl. "Come on Jason, leave her alone," I told him with a sigh. Jason turned and looked at me before responding, "Hey Danny boy..." I rolled my eyes at that but didn't say anything. In spite of being a bit of a bully, Jason never really messed with me. I suspected that my bike racing gave me enough cred that he didn't think of me as a potential victim. However I'd certainly never been friends with Jason either. For the most part, we just didn't run with the same crowd. "What?" Jason asked, giving me a curious look. "You got a thing for this geek?" "I just think you've got better things to be doing," I told him, trying to distract him. "I mean, don't you have to practice for the big game?" "Good point," Jason said after a few seconds. He smirked at Cindy and added, "I've got better things to do than waste my time with you." And with that he turned and left. Cindy gave me a suspicious look before she turned and hurried off in the opposite direction, not bothering to thank me for interfering. Of course I hadn't really expected her to. She probably still thought I was just messing with her too. "Not bad," Kyle said, coming up and slapping me on the back. "But if you're looking for a damsel in distress to rescue, you can probably pick a better one." "Bite me," I told him with a grin. Kyle and I went to our bus, talking the entire trip home about what kind of car we each wanted to get once we had enough money. However I knew that as much as I wanted a car of my own, I was still going to put any money I got towards my bike first. When we reached our bus stop, Kyle told me, "Later loser," before he started heading for his house. I flipped him off and then began walking the other direction towards my own home. My bus stop was right next to Mr. George's house so I waved to him even though he couldn't see it and called out, "Hey Mister George... How's it going?" "I'm not quite sure," he responded, deviating from his usual response of 'Not bad at all'. He looked around and sniffed the air, saying, "There's something big coming... Something strange..." I blinked at that and asked, "What do you mean?" "I can't rightly say," Mr. George told me thoughtfully. "But I can feel something coming... something that's gonna change the world." "Okay," I responded, not quite sure what to say to that. I wondered if Mr. George was starting to go senile but certainly hoped he wasn't. I kind of liked the old guy. He was kind of like how I'd always imagined what my grandpa would be like, if I actually had one who was alive that is. "Well, I'll see you later." "Not if I see you first," Mr. George joked, waving at me with a chuckle as I left. I worried about Mr. George as I continued home, wondering if there was someone I could talk to if he was starting to lose his marbles. However as far as I knew he didn't have any family. I guess all I could do was hope that his weird crazy talk was a onetime thing and that he wasn't losing it. As soon as I got home, I was pounced on by my 6 year old brother Tyler who immediately blurted out, "You promised you'd help me fix my bike..." "Jeez, let me at least put my backpack down first," I told him with a grin. "And don't forget your homework," Mom reminded me. "I don't know," I responded with a look of mock innocence. "I think a bicycle with a flat tire takes precedence over homework." "Yeah," Tyler agreed with me. I dropped my backpack in the corner, ignoring my Mom's order to pick it up and put it away where it really belonged. Instead I grabbed Tyler by the hand and took him to the garage to fix his bike. After all, I knew what it was like to be without my bike, so the least I could do was help him get his going again. About two hours later when we were getting ready for dinner, my Mom suddenly yelled, "Oh God," from the kitchen. Dad and I both rushed to check on her and found her standing there, staring out the window with look of shock. Dad scowled and demanded, "What the hell are you going on about?" "Look at the sky," Mom said, pointing out the window. I looked out the window and immediately saw what she was referring to. The sky had changed color and was now a strange shade of green. I just stared for a moment while Dad muttered some profanities and then we all rushed outside where we could get a better look. Once outside, it became clear that the entire sky had somehow changed color and not just in the spot we could see. "Maybe it's that global warming shit they're talking about," Dad exclaimed, taking a nervous drag on his cigarette. I just stared up at the sky in amazement, suddenly remembering what Mr. George had said earlier. "Holy shit," I muttered. "He was right again... There is something weird." After a couple minutes, I finally looked away, feeling sort of dizzy and strange. I couldn't explain it but for some reason my entire body felt sort of itchy. I didn't know why I was suddenly feeling like this and when I looked at Mom, Dad, and Tyler, none of them seemed to have suddenly been hit like this so I assumed it must be my imagination or something. I looked down the street and saw that other people were starting to come out of their houses and stare up at the sky as well. Before long, nearly everyone in the neighborhood seemed to be standing outside. It suddenly made me think of the Fourth of July and the way everyone watched the fireworks. We went back inside after a few more minutes and ate dinner in the living room so we would catch the news on TV. The people on TV were saying that this wasn't just a local thing but that the sky had turned green across the entire world, at least everywhere it was day out. In places where it was so overcast you couldn't see through the clouds, the clouds themselves had taken on a green color. And on the other side of the planet where it was night, the moon seemed to have turned green as well. At first no one had any idea of what was causing this and then they finally got some scientists on who said that it looked like the Earth was passing through some sort of galactic cloud. However none of the ones they interviewed seemed to have any real idea of what the cloud was made of or if it might be harmful. "Bullshit," Dad exclaimed. "I bet this is some kind of chemical weapons attack..." "Across the entire planet?" I asked Dad somewhat skeptically. Then they reported that hospitals across the world were being filled up with people claiming to be sick because of the green sky. As they listed the symptoms that most were reporting, the nausea, itchiness, and tingling through your body, I gasped. "I've got those symptoms," I blurted out. "I feel like that too..." "Are you sure?" Mom asked, looking worried. Dad just snorted and told Mom, "Danny's making it up." He gave me s skeptical look before adding, "He saw it on TV and is just trying to get attention." "But I'm not," I protested, not that it would do any good. Once my Dad made his mind up about something it was damn hard getting him to change it again. I continued watching the news until it was time for bed but they still didn't have any real answers or explanations, only people offering various theories that sounded more like guesses than anything else. The strange itchiness and tingling I felt didn't go away but didn't seem to be too dangerous. Maybe it was just an allergic reaction to the stuff in that space cloud like one of the doctors they interviewed on TV was saying it was. Either way, there didn't seem to be anything the doctors could do about it so I just went to bed and hoped that it would be all back to normal in the morning. -------------------- When my alarm started screaming at me to get up in the morning, I cursed and slowly climbed out of bed. Getting up every morning was always a chore but this morning it was even worse. I'd been itchy and uncomfortable all night long which made it difficult to get any sleep and when I did sleep, I had really weird and vivid dreams. A lot of them were wet dreams too. I still felt itchy and strange, but more than that, I just felt... wrong. I couldn't really explain it other than that my entire body just felt... wrong. However I was still half asleep and not willing to focus on much of anything at the moment. If nothing else, I could go to the doctor a little later. I got dressed as quickly as I could, just like I did every morning. However I was startled to discover that all of my clothes were now loose on me and almost several sizes too large. Even my shoes which had fit perfectly fine last night were now just a little too big. Now I was really starting to get worried. "What the hell is going on?" I whispered nervously. A minute later I found my Mom in the living room, sitting in front of the TV with the news channel still on. Tyler was up already too but was busy eating breakfast and complaining that Mom wouldn't put cartoons on the TV for him. "But I wanna watch SpongeBob," Tyler pouted before taking a big bite of sugary cereal. "Where's Dad?" I asked. "He already left for work," Mom told me, not looking away from the TV. I just nodded at that, not being surprised. We could be in the middle of a natural disaster and Dad still wouldn't let that interfere with what he'd already decided to do. "There's no school today," Mom said. "They closed down all the schools because so many people are getting sick..." "I think I am too," I told her awkwardly. "I think I need to see a doctor..." Mom finally turned to look at me, her eyes going wide as she blurted out, "Your hair..." "What about it?" I asked, getting even more worried because of my Mom's reaction. Mom just stared at me with a look of fear and confusion that didn't do anything for my own emotions. "The news," she finally said, her voice shaking. "They said that the people who got sick are all starting to change... Your hair..." "Change?" I asked blankly, not liking the sound of that. Since my Mom seemed a bit too shocked to be of much help, I went to the bathroom to see why she was going on about my hair. When I looked in the mirror, I let out a gasp of surprise. My hair was all several inches longer than normal, not to mention it was violet. "What the hell?" I demanded, pulling on my hair and proving it was real. I stuck my head under the faucet and tried washing it quickly but the violet color didn't just wash out. "This isn't possible..." At this point I was even more confused than before. I went back to the living room and watched the news with my Mom, hoping that they could give some explanation. Unfortunately all they could really say was that people all over the world were being changed. One scientist they interviewed said, "It looks like the Earth is already in the process of leaving the galactic cloud and we should be free from it in just a few more hours. Perhaps these infected people will change back when that occurs but we don't know enough yet." Another scientist said, "We have absolutely no idea of why or how these people are being changed but we know that it does not seem to be contagious. Only the people who were initially sickened from exposure to the cloud are changing and there are no cases of additional people becoming sick or transforming." And then there was another doctor who said, "We do know that this is not the result of a virus. We have found absolutely no evidence of any form of viral infection being the cause..." After watching all of this, I realized that going to the doctor would be completely and totally pointless. None of the doctors or so called experts had any idea of what was going on. That just made it easier for some of the religious people to start giving their theories on the news as well. The only good news was that whatever this was, it didn't seem to be killing people, just changing them. However that didn't make me feel a whole lot better. Now that I was thinking about it, I could sort of feel my body changing and it completely freaked me out. I did my best to ignore it, to pretend that it wasn't happening. However that wasn't easy when Tyler kept staring at me and asking why my hair was purple. My Mom wasn't much better. I became aware that while I was watching the news and trying hard not to think about the changes to my own body, my hair had grown another four inches. I only realized it after my Mom had pointed it out. My whole body still felt itchy so I scratched at myself as I have been doing off and on since last night. But when I scratched at my chest I was startled to realize that it felt sort of soft and puffy through my shirt. A cold chill shot down my spine as I worried about what was happening to me. I slowly stood up and realized that my shoes were now even looser than before. All of my clothes now felt even larger on me. I gulped and looked at my Mom who'd also stood up, noticing that I was looking her straight in the eyes at what seemed to be an even level. Another cold chill ran down my spine as I considered the fact that I was 5 foot 10 and she was only 5 foot 7... yet we now seemed to be at the same height. "Your face," Mom whispered, putting her hand to my face and staring at me with a worried look. "You don't look like yourself anymore... And your eyes..." "You look weird," Tyler added, giving me a suspicious glare as though not quite sure who I was anymore. The fear that I'd been trying to repress for the last couple hours came crashing back on my full force and I ran for the bathroom... or at least tried. I took several steps before my foot came out of my shoe and I fell face first onto the floor. After scrambling back to my feet, my pants started to slip off as well. I muttered a stream of angry profanities while Mom gasped and snapped, "Watch your language," giving a meaningful look to Tyler. Having Tyler hear bad language was the least of my worries as the moment but I bit my tongue, pulled my foot out of my other shoe, and then marched into the bathroom to look myself over in the mirror again. I gasped as I saw my reflection, amazed at just how much my face had changed since the last time I'd looked in the mirror. This also frightened me a great deal. Last time I looked in this mirror, I looked like my normal self except that my hair had gotten longer and changed color, but now I almost looked like someone else entirely. My hair had definitely gotten longer, as I'd already noticed, but it was still the same violet color as last time. The main changes were all in my face. The first thing that caught my attention were my eyes which had changed color and were now a brilliant purple color that was completely unnatural for humans. My eyes were nearly the color of amethyst. I removed my glasses to rub my eyes and my vision sort of blurred for a moment before snapping back with crystal clarity. I gasped, realizing that I was seeing perfectly fine without my glasses. "No way," I whispered, holding my hand up in front of me and seeing no sign of the blurriness that I usually got when I looked at things without my glasses. In fact I think my vision may have been even better than it normally was with the glasses on. Then I turned my attention back to the mirror and looked over the rest of my face, noticing that it seemed to have somehow softened and smoothed a little. The very fine facial hair that I'd started to develop was now entirely gone as was the small scar I had by my lip, the one that I'd had since I fell onto the fire place back when I was about Tyler's age. My face had changed in other ways too, but they were subtle and hard to point out. However it had the effect of making it hard to actually recognize myself in my reflection. In fact the face in the mirror almost looked like it could have belonged to some girl. I scratched at my arm and then my chest again, still feeling it feel soft and puffy beneath my shirt. I quickly removed my shirt and then poked at my chest which now seemed to be sort of swollen. I was still poking at my swollen chest in worry when my Mom came in to check on me. Mom stood there for a moment and stared at me with wide eyes and expression of confusion. Then she abruptly blurted out, "You've got breasts..." "What?" I responded, looking down at my chest and then suddenly realizing that they were swollen on each side so that they did almost look like small breasts. It also suddenly dawned on me that my nipples looked larger and the small hairs that had been starting to grow on my chest were now gone which added to the effect. Mom put her hand on my forehead to feel for a fever like she did every other time I got sick, though it didn't seem necessary since I didn't feel like I had a fever this time. Then she stared at my chest, bending down a little to get a closer look. She gulped noticeably and then gave me another look of worry before rushing out of the bathroom. "Oh God," I whispered, closing my eyes and praying to a deity that I'd never bothered talking to before. "What's happening to me?" I looked back into the mirror, this time noticing that my ears were changing as well. My ears actually looked slightly pointed on the top. I reached up and felt my ears, verifying that they were indeed a little pointed. "What the hell is happening to me?" I demanded of my reflection, but of course there was no answer. I closed the door and locked it so my mom couldn't barge in again and then I began to take off my pant. I'd already noticed that my fine arm hair had vanished the same way the hairs on my face had and now I saw it had also affected the hair on my legs. My legs were now completely soft and smooth while just about every scar I had on my body had vanished. Then I removed my underwear and stared at my equipment with a cold horror. All the hair from between my legs had completely vanished and my balls were almost entirely gone. I'd never been porn star sized but even my penis had shrunk to about half its normal size. I was now built like a toddler. This was all extremely weird but then to get even weirder, I actually started to get an erection... albeit a small one. I was actually feeling turned on which had to be completely sick and twisted considering what was happening to me. "Holy shit," I whispered, turning to stare at my reflection in the mirror again. I suddenly realized that with the changes to my face and my swollen chest, I now looked almost like a girl. With the changes between my legs as well, I had a very bad feeling about how I was changing. "No way..." I wanted to freak out and panic, but was emotionally a bit too stunned to do that. It helped to realize that I wasn't the only one going through this kind of thing. The news said that a LOT of people all over the world had gotten sick and were changing. I just wondered if they were all changing the same way I was. It was with a heavy heart and a feeling of dread that I put my clothes back on. I had a very bad feeling as I thought about how loose all my clothing now was since it was a clear indication that I was shrinking as part of my changes. A couple minutes later, I was back in the living room, staring at the news with the desperate hope that some scientist would suddenly announce that they knew what was going on and how to fix this. Unfortunately that wasn't the case though I did learn a few more things about the changes that were occurring among the sick. The news people had a few people in their own office who'd been changing so they had them on to talk about how they were changing and what it felt like. I watched with rapt attention, noticing that one camera man now had gray skin and had apparently grown 4 inches taller and more muscular. Then they talked to a woman who'd become shorter and stockier. One thing that they made clear was that everyone seemed to be changing in different ways. Of course I was very aware of my own changes and the fact that they were continuing. I even knew how I was changing, not that I could miss the fact that I was growing two breasts and all my boy parts were disappearing. The lumps on my chest were even getting a little bigger. And strangely enough, my nipples started to get hard poked out, feeling sensitive and weird... almost like erections. Before long my Dad came home from work, having been called by Mom who was in a panic over what was happening to my body. Oddly enough her freaking out over it somehow made it easier for me to keep from doing so. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Dad demanded when he came through the door, pausing to stare at me with a look of shock and disbelief. "Danny?" "Yeah," I responded self-consciously, staring at the floor since I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. "I knew people were changing," Dad said awkwardly, continuing to stare at me. "Hell, one of the guys at work is turning green... I mean, he's turning fucking green..." "But I'm not turning green," I blurted out angrily, gesturing down at myself. "I think I'm turning into a girl..." "You look like a girl," Tyler exclaimed while Mom and Dad nodded agreement. I turned to look at Mom, suddenly noticing that I now had to look up slightly to meet her eyes. I gulped and then shook slightly as I realized that I was now shorter than my mom. Mom and Dad started arguing over what to do about me, nearly ignoring the fact that I was right there. Dad wanted to take me to the hospital immediately, but Mom protested that all the hospitals were full with other people who were changing... and that the news said absolutely no one had any idea of how to stop these changes much less reverse them. I listened for a few minutes before I had to escape. I went back to the bathroom to see my reflection, wincing when I saw that I did indeed look like a girl even more than before. My face was a girl's face now, a very pretty girl's face. My lips looked sort of puffy and kissable, at least the kind that I'd love to kiss on a real girl. "Oh shit," I whispered, going to my room and locking the door behind me. I sat on my bed and nearly hyperventilated. I reached down the front of my now very loose pants, feeling that my penis was nearly gone entirely. I could feel something else starting to form and gulped. I grabbed at my growing breasts through my shirt, feeling that they had indeed gotten bigger from when I'd actually examined them. "I've got boobs," I muttered with a shake of my head, sure that this had to be some sort of twisted joke. After a moment, I took off my shirt and looked at my chest, at what were obvious a pair of breasts. They had to be at least a B cup now, though I certainly wasn't any kind of expert. In fact this was the first time I'd ever seen real tits outside of a dirty magazine. But as unbelievably weird as my changes were, one of the strangest things was that my body was starting to feel kind of good. I still had a very tiny erection and was feeling horny, a feeling which had been growing stronger. I couldn't resist touching my erect nipples, gasping at how sensitive they felt. "Damn this is weird," I exclaimed. Just then there was a knocking on my door and my Dad called, "Come on out Danny..." "No," I responded, feeling too self-conscious. I felt ashamed of what was happening to me and didn't want anyone to see me like this. "I don't want anyone to see me..." My voice sort of cracked and sounded weird as I said that part. For once, Dad didn't push things and left, much to my relief. I curled up on my bed into a ball, feeling my body continue to change. It seemed that my changes were going faster and faster, but that could have just been my imagination or the fact that they were all coming together. Over the next two hours, I just hid in my room and watched as my body changed. My breasts continued to grow larger. I held my hands over them and could almost feel them slowly expanding in my palms. At the same time, what little that was left of my boy parts disappeared entirely and a slit opened up in their place. I felt a particular moment of horror when I realized that. And during the entire time, I continued to feel horny. Eventually the itchiness, tingling, and sense of nausea all faded away and I could no longer feel my body changing. However the horniness still remained. I now had a vagina instead of my old penis, but it still felt sort of like I had an erection... but it was sort of soft and inverted instead. It was also sort of wet and gooey. "It's done," I said quietly, feeling a moment of mixed relief and dread. I stood up and looked over my body again even though I'd been paying close attention during my entire transformation. I had nice, round, and very firm breasts that were also soft and bouncy at the same time. They seemed absolutely enormous to me and I knew that they were even bigger than the DD breasts that one of the teachers in my school had by at least several cup sizes. "Oh God," I whispered, staring at my hands which were now feminine with nails that looked perfectly manicured. They even had a strange pearlescent gloss to them. A minute later, I was running those very hands over every inch of my body. My skin was smooth and absolutely flawless without a single hair or scar. Every single girl I knew would kill for skin like this though that hardly made me feel better. As horrifying as this was, I was well aware of the fact that I had a killer body. It was very sexy with a waist that somehow seemed too slender and absolutely fantastic curves. However that only made this harder for me to deal with. Absolutely none of my clothes really fit me anymore, but I put on a pair of my shorts and a shirt which would at least make me presentable enough to leave my room. It was then that I went to the bathroom again since I didn't have a mirror in my room. I had to see myself in a mirror. The image in the bathroom mirror which greeted me looked quite different from the last time I'd seen it. My face looked far more feminine and unbelievably sexy. My skin had darkened a little around my eyes with a faint violent tinge so it almost looked like I had a little eye shadow on and my lips were full and kissable, not to mention they seemed just a little dark and shiny as though I had on some kind of lip gloss. My hair had continued growing longer and was now down to my lower back, something that I was already well aware of. However what did surprise me was that my ears were noticeably pointed, not to mention they went up about an inch higher than normal. My body was unbelievable to look at and didn't seem quite real. I looked less like a real woman and more like some kind of cartoon parody of a woman. I was almost built like a flesh and blood Jessica Rabbit. "I look like some kind of porn star," I exclaimed with a gasp. It was at this point that I noticed my voice had definitely changed as well. Even to my own ears it sounded sexy and feminine. I gulped at that and then tried it out, saying a few nonsense phrases and making weird sounds just to hear what I sounded like. It appeared that not only did I look like some kind of porn star, but I sounded like one too. "Are you in there Danny?" Mom asked from outside the bathroom. I hesitated a moment before quietly responding, "Yes..." Then I took a deep breath to brace myself before opening the door. Mom and I stood there staring at each other and it was obvious that she was even taller in comparison to me. She was normally 5 foot 7 and considering our new height difference, I guessed that I was about 5 foot 4. I suddenly felt very short. "Oh my God," Mom whispered as she stared at me. "I think I'm done changing," I said, watching her reaction at hearing my voice. It was extremely embarrassing to leave the bathroom and go into the living room where Dad and Tyler could see me as well. Both just stared in obvious disbelief, making me feel like I wanted to just turn and run back into my room and hide under the bed. "Impossible," Dad said, staring at me intently... especially staring at my chest which only made this worse for me. "Have they said anything on the news about a cure?" I asked, knowing that it was extremely unlikely, but desperately hoping. "No," Mom told me gently. "I'm sorry..." "Damn changes," Dad muttered, lighting a cigarette and shaking his head. "This makes no sense." Tyler just stared up at me and hesitantly asked, "Are you really Danny?" "Yeah," I responded with a weak smile. "You don't look like Danny," Tyler protested, giving me a suspicious look. "You saw him changing honey," Mom assured Tyler. Then she turned back to me and forced a smile, adding, "You do look more like a Danielle now..." I just collapsed onto the couch and stared down at my body in stunned confusion. I could barely even see past the rather obvious bulges from my chest. "What am I going to do?" I finally asked, looking at my Mom and then my Dad with a desperate hope that they would have the answers. However I could see that they were both just as confused as I was. "My God... what am I?" -------------------- I woke in the morning with one hand cupped on my breast and the other between my legs with my fingers still inside my wet and slippery slit. I blushed at the realization that I must have been playing with myself during my sleep, but didn't remove my hands. I was still incredibly horny. I couldn't help but thinking about last night before I'd gone to sleep, about how I'd finally given in and started masturbating. I blushed at the memory, remembering how good it had felt to rub my nipples and play with my slit. It had felt unbelievable, especially when I finally came. I'd orgasmed several times and had to bit my pillow to keep from making noise that my family might hear. Unfortunately it hadn't done anything for my horniness and I'd fallen asleep unsatisfied. Sleeping hadn't been easy in the last, not just due to the strangeness of my own body or the weight on my chest, but also unending horniness. When I did sleep, it was filled with lots of very erotic wet dreams, most of which I couldn't remember. It was no wonder I'd been playing with myself in my sleep. "What is wrong with me?" I muttered, playing with my breasts and moaning slightly at how good it felt. I rubbed between my leg and slipped a finger in and out of my very wet slit, biting my lip and feeling eager for another orgasm like the ones I'd had last night. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." But just then I heard Tyler yelling down the hall, though I couldn't make out what he was saying. I grimaced and quickly tore my hands away, feeling a surge of guilt and embarrassment. I couldn't believe I was enjoying anything about this. After a minute, I got dressed, though it could hardly be called that. I had on a pair of my own shorts and a T shirt that was stretched a bit too tight across my chest. Unfortunately I didn't have any clothes that really fit me now, though Mom promised we'd change that today. I think she was hoping that I'd change back during the night so it wouldn't be necessary. I'd certainly been hoping that myself. I found my Mom in the living room, watching the news just like yesterday morning. Tyler was running around, playing some sort of a game. However he paused when he saw me and gave me a curious look, though made no effort to come near me. "Anything new?" I asked Mom hopefully. "No," she shook her head unnecessarily. "And your Dad is at work." "On a Saturday?" I asked in surprise. Mom smiled weakly before telling me, "He wanted to get in some overtime." I just nodded at that, not feeling too surprised. Yesterday had been very uncomfortable for both Dad and myself. He kept giving me looks of shame and disgust over how I'd changed, but even more awkward than that had been the way he kept staring at my chest when he didn't think I noticed. I figured that the whole overtime thing was just an excuse to avoid me. For several minutes I just stood there and watched the news, hoping for anything that might give a clue about what had happened to me or why. It was hard to believe that some weird cloud could cover the entire planet and do this. More importantly though, I just wanted some hope that they'd find a way to change me back. When I saw nothing new, I went to the bathroom to take care of my morning business. At first I almost forgot that I had to sit down to pee until I pulled down my shorts and reached for my now missing equipment. Then once I was done doing my business, I had to remind myself what Mom had told me about feminine hygiene yesterday, that I'd have to wipe from front to back to keep from getting an infection. That was something I never expected to need to know. Next came my shower, which I fully intended to take as quickly as I could. However as soon as the warm water hit my breasts I gasped at the sensation, amazed at how good it felt. I already knew that my whole body was more sensitive than before and seemed to have become one big erogenous zone, but this reminded me of it all the more. "Oh God," I moaned, rubbing at my breasts with my hands, savoring how good it felt. Then I reached between my legs and began fingering myself again. It felt incredible so I closed my eyes and kept at it, feeling the pressure built until I orgasmed. The orgasms came so quickly and easily that I gave myself another two before I was finished. Before I was done, I was sitting in the tub, shaking from the pleasure and enjoying the afterglow. "And I'm still horny," I exclaimed in frustration. "Why am I so damn horny?" As difficult as it was, I finished up my shower and then began drying my hair. Yesterday, Mom had said something about wishing she had silky hair like that... other than it being violet. It was still weird having so much of it, but that was actually one of the least weird things about my situation. Once I was presentable again, I went back out to the living room and ate a quick breakfast while watching the news. They finally came up with some more information, though it wasn't really good news. They just reported that a lot more people had been changed than I'd realized. According to the news, somewhere between 10 and 20 percent of the world's population had been changed. "I hadn't realized there were so many," Mom gasped in shock when they announced that. "No wonder all the hospitals are full..." "Holy shit," was all I could think to say which earned me a glare from Mom and another warning not to swear in front of Tyler. "We'll get you some new clothes today," Mom said with a forced smile, staring at my chest for a moment and adding, "I think you're going to need a custom bra though..." There was a look of envy on her face as well though it certainly wasn't the first time. She'd been giving me jealous looks since I finished changing. "Just great," I muttered, feeling disgusted by the idea of wearing a bra at all much less having to wear one big enough that it had to be custom made. However I was realistic enough to know that as long as I had these monsters on my chest, I was going to need some kind of support. "I hope I can get rid of them soon." "It's not going to be easy getting you tops that fit either," Mom continued thoughtfully, apparently either not noticing my discomfort or just not caring. Then as she began to slowly recite other things she thought I might need, I realized that this was just her way of trying to deal with the situation. A short time later, Mom gave me an odd look and cautiously asked, "Are you okay... You look... uncomfortable." "Of course I'm uncomfortable," I responded with a scowl and gestured down at myself. "Look at me. I'm NOT me. I've got these THINGS on my chest." What I didn't add was the fact that I was horny and feeling frustrated about it. I couldn't exactly do anything about that either with her and Tyler here, not that my attempts to deal with it had done much good so far. "I'm sorry," Mom apologized, looking uncomfortable. "You were just squirming..." "Squirm squirm squirm," Tyler exclaimed, standing in front of me and staring at me oddly. "You look weird as a girl..." "Gee... thanks," I told him with a roll of my eyes. "I feel weird being a girl too." "You are kind of pretty though," Tyler added. "I don't mean to make you even more uncomfortable," Mom pointed out cautiously. "But you aren't exactly dressed appropriately for going out in public." I looked down at my shirt and shorts, knowing exactly what she meant. I wasn't wearing a bra and my nipples were kind of obvious through my shirt. In fact I was kind of surprised that she'd let me wear this around the house, though it wasn't like there was a lot of choice. As strange as the idea was, I was far too busty for any of Mom's clothes. "So I was thinking," Mom continued, "I'll go out and get you some clothes to start with and then we can go out and get you some more later on." "Okay," I responded, thankful for the excuse to not leave the house. Mom nodded at that and began to get ready to go. She paused though to give me another long look and asked, "Are you sure you don't still feel sick?" "I sort of feel sick," I admitted, knowing that I couldn't tell her the truth, that I was just unbelievably horny. "I thought so," she responded with a smug nod. She stared at me for a moment more, looking both jealous and confused at the same time. Then she shook her head and said, "I'll take Tyler with me so you can get some peace and quiet." Almost as soon as Mom and Tyler were gone, I slipped my hand down the front of my shorts and began masturbating again. I bit my lip and moaned at how good it felt, but it wasn't enough. I wanted more... I NEEDED more. It was like there was an itch inside of me that was begging to be scratched. Then I realized that was it... I needed something inside of me. By this point I was so horny and frustrated that I barely even hesitated. I rushed to my mom's room and the bottom drawer of her dresser where I knew she kept her toys. However the idea of actually using anything that she had was still pretty gross. My eyes settled on a huge dildo that was bright pink and over a foot long. I'd heard Mom joking with one of her friends about it when she didn't think I could hear and she'd said it was a gag gift from some bachelorette party she'd gone to. She'd jokingly called it Monster and had said that it was too big for her to even imagine being able to use. At the moment, the itch inside was so big that some part of me thought that only a monster would be able to handle it. "I can't believe I'm even thinking of this," I muttered, grimacing at the raw feeling of need. Just half a minute later, I was in my room with my clothes off and my legs spread open. I stared at the monstrous dildo which was about as thick around as a can of soda, wondering what it would feel like inside of me. I hesitated, thinking that it was completely and utterly wrong to even think of doing this, but that didn't stop me. I spread my slit open and slowly started to push Monster inside, afraid that it might be too big. I was already wet and very slippery, and to my delight, I easily stretched enough to accommodate the dildo. A moment later, I was slowly pumping it in and out, gasping at how incredible it felt. "Oh God," I exclaimed as I came to an orgasm. "Oh God this feels good..." I exploded into another orgasm and then another, loving how good it felt. I wanted more... a LOT more. But at the same time, it wasn't enough. I still wasn't satisfied. There was still something missing. Then I let out a scream of frustration that also carried the shame I felt for what I'd just done. I'd just fucked myself with a giant dildo, something that filled me with a cold disgust. And even worse, I'd loved every moment of it and still wanted more. It still wasn't enough to satisfy this apparently endless horniness. A moment later, my Mom's voice called out from the hallway outside my door, "I forgot something and had to come back. How are you holding up...?" Then she opened my door and froze, her eyes going wide in shock and horror as she saw me on my bed with Monster. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" She snapped around and yelled down the hallway, "Keep away from here Tyler...! Go back to the car... NOW!" I scrambled to cover myself with one of my blankets, gasping in complete and utter shame and humiliation. It felt even worse as Mom stepped inside and closed the door to keep Tyler out, staring at me with a look of shock and disgust. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded angrily. "And was that...?" The glare she gave me made me cringe back. "What do you expect me to do?" I snapped back with my own anger and frustration. "I'm so damn horny I'm going crazy..." I howled and demanded furiously, "Why won't it stop? Why can't I get it to stop...?" "What are you talking about?" Mom demanded, now looking uncertain and even a little afraid. I grimaced, feeling tears run down my cheeks. "It came with my change... God, I'm so horny... and it won't stop. It's all I can do to keep from playing with myself constantly. It hasn't stopped since I changed..." "Oh God," Mom whispered, giving me an entirely different look of horror. "Why didn't you say something?" "What?" I snapped back bitterly. "Like I could really tell my Mom I'm horny." I snorted at that. "Now I don't have any choice." "I don't know what to say," Mom responded uncomfortably, obviously having no idea of what to think about this much less what to do. Then without another word, she turned and left my room. I heard Mom's car leave a few minutes later while I just sat there crying in shame and self-disgust. To make my humiliation even worse, I couldn't help, but staring at Monster and thinking about how good it would feel to fuck myself with it again. By the time Mom and Tyler came back a couple hours later, I was all cleaned up and presentable again. She made no mention of what had happened earlier or the fact that I still had Monster in my room. "I had to guess at your sizes," Mom told me as she began pulling out the clothes she bought. "I hope these fit..." She shook her head and said, "You wouldn't believe what it's like out there. The stores were full of changed people who are buying new clothes. Some of them look like they've changed even more than you..." "We saw the Hulk," Tyler exclaimed proudly. "He was really big..." "There was this man," Mom explained, looking a little dazed. "He was huge... like seven feet tall. And he had big muscles... He really did look sort of like the Hulk... but ugly. Really ugly." "And I get this," I muttered, looking down at myself. "He gets big muscles... I get big tits." I listened to Mom and Tyler go on about some of the strange looking people they'd seen while they were out, feeling curious. I dreaded the idea of other people seeing me like this, but at the same time I was curious about seeing what some of the other people who'd been changed looked like. When I got to the clothes Mom brought, I wasn't all that impressed by them, but it was a lot better than nothing. There were two pairs of slacks that were about my size, though one was a bit snug and one was a bit loose. She also got me two tops, one which showed a bit of cleavage and one which looked like it was a blouse for some overweight woman. And of course there was a pair of tennis shoes which were just a little loose. "At least I have something to wear," I told myself with a sigh once I finished getting dressed. And as Mom had told me earlier, this would at least let me leave the house and look for clothes that were a better fit. However that would wait until tomorrow. I soon found myself sitting back on the couch in the living room, watching the news just like I'd been doing yesterday and this morning. It was interesting since they were finally giving new information on the changed, which was what they'd settled on calling anyone who'd been changed. And even more importantly, it was a good way to distract myself from the incessant demands of my body. "We've learned that the changes aren't quite as random and unique as first thought," the reporter on the TV said. "It appears that there are only several dozen types of changes and everyone who changed fits within one of these types. Doctors are still cataloguing the types of changes, but report that each type is almost like a new race or even species..." Then they brought in three people they had in the news room, two guys and a woman who obviously had very similar looking changes. All three of them had gray skin and hair that was a very light gray on the woman, nearly white, while darker gray on both men. The men were also both over 6 and a half feet tall and very muscular, while the woman was 6 foot 4 and built like a bodybuilder as well. "I was five foot eight last week," the gray skinned woman said self- consciously, flexing her arms to show her thick muscles. "And certainly not built like this..." "There may be more people like me," I whispered, looking down at myself and imagining a whole crowd of busty girls with violet hair and uncontrollable libidos. It was an interesting thought, but also kind of frightening in a way. I watched as the reporter interviewed the three gray skinned changed and they talked about what it felt like and how happy they were to find that they weren't the only ones to have changed like that. Then the reporter did something similar, showing two people who'd become very short and stocky during their changes. They immediately reminded me of the dwarves from all those fantasy books and movies. One of them even had a thick beard and if he'd been wearing the right clothes I might have mistaken him as an extra from the Lord of the Rings. Of course the distraction of watching this didn't make my horniness magically go away. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, sitting on my hands to keep from touching myself inappropriately. My Mom kept giving me knowing looks that contained more than a little disapproval but thankfully she didn't say anything. "I saw two people who looked sort of like Vulcans from Star Trek while I was out," Mom said. Then she abruptly pointed to the TV and exclaimed, "Just like them..." The three people who the reporter was talking about now were very slender and looked a little delicate in a way. All three of them also had pointed ears, brilliant green eyes, and hair that looked white or silvery. Two of them looked very pale, but the third one had skin that was much darker and looked like he might have been black, though his skin had an almost copper color to it. All in all, they made me think elf more than Vulcan. "They look a little like you," Mom pointed out thoughtfully. "Except that girl was almost completely flat chested and they've all got green eyes and yours are purple, and your hair color is different..." "So what you're saying," I responded wryly, "is that I have pointed ears like they do." I watched the news even more carefully in hopes that they'd bring on some people who'd been changed like me. However after they were done talking with these Vulcans or elves, they began repeating earlier footage. I got up and walked away from the TV since it didn't look like there'd be anything new on the news for awhile. I was trying to think of what I could do to occupy myself, other than going back to my room and playing with Monster that is, when the doorbell began to ring. "I'll get it," I told Mom. When I opened the door, I was a little startled to find Kyle standing there, though I shouldn't have been since he came over all the time. Kyle just stood there staring at me, his eyes going to my breasts and making me uncomfortably aware of them. "Kyle," I said to distract him from my breasts. "Um... Mrs. Watkins I assume," Kyle said awkwardly. "I'm here to see Danny..." "I am Danny," I told him quietly, wincing at the look of shock on his face. "Danny?" Kyle gasped, taking a step back and blurting out, "No fucking way..." I cringed at that, feeling completely and totally embarrassed. "It's me," I told him. "Come on inside..." As Kyle came in, I was well aware of the fact that he was now much taller than me. We used to be about the same height, but now I felt incredibly short in comparison. Of course I was short in comparison now. "Hi Kyle," Mom greeted him as he came in. She gave me a meaningful look and said, "As you can see, we've had a little drama around here..." "Holy shit," Kyle muttered as he looked me over again, giving me a skeptical once over before shaking his head. Then he hesitantly asked, "Was anyone else in your family changed?" "No one else in the house," Mom answered with a frown. "I still haven't been able to get hold of some of our more distant family members." "My aunt changed," Kyle told us, giving me an uncomfortable look. "My aunt changed... I mean, she got ten years younger and looks sort of like an elf now." I nodded, remembering the people I'd seen on TV who looked like elves. "I guess that's kind of common among the changed," I told him self- consciously. After all the news mentioned that some types of changes seemed much more common than others and they'd suggested that the three types they'd interviewed were among the most common. "Man, is that really you Danny?" Kyle abruptly asked me. "I haven't heard of anyone else changing into a girl..." "It's me," I insisted. Then I closed my eyes for a moment, knowing that if there was ever a day I needed to race around a dirt track in order to burn off stress, it was today. I silently cursed the fact that my bike was out of commission and then suddenly realized something else. "Oh shit," I muttered, going to the garage while Kyle followed behind me curiously. I stood in front of my bike, staring at it in frustration and muttering a stream of profanities that seemed to amuse Kyle. Thanks to my changes, I was now much smaller than before, which meant that my bike was now too big for me to use. If I wanted to ride again, I'd actually have to get an entirely new bike that was more my size. And just as bad, with these monster boobs, I wouldn't be able to ride without them flopping all over the place. "I can't use my damn bike anymore," I told Kyle in frustration. "Even if I did get it fixed." Kyle nodded, no longer doubting my identity. However he did seem a little amused. He told me, "It's just kind of funny having you swear and talk like Danny when you sound like a phone sex operator." "Bite me," I snapped at him in response. That just seemed to amuse him more. We went back into the house and started for my room, but my Mom said, "Keep your bedroom door open." I paused, wondering why she'd say that until I remembered what I now looked like and guessed what she had to be thinking, especially after I'd told her just a few hours ago about how horny I felt. It didn't matter how horny I was, there was absolutely no way I was going to do anything with Kyle. The very idea was sick and wrong. However a voice in the back of my head whispered that it was no more sick and wrong than playing with Monster. "I need some fresh air," I abruptly told Kyle, turning and going to the front door instead. "I haven't been outside since before I started changing..." I felt a little nervous as I stepped out the front door for the first time in my new body and even a little afraid. However that was just more reason that I needed to be out here. If you wipe out on your bike you just have to get right back on again as soon as you can. After a minute, I looked across the street where I saw a short and stocky midget coming out of the front door, looking like one of the dwarves I'd seen on the news. He even had thick stubble though it certainly wasn't a full beard yet. Mr. Atkins lived there alone so I assumed that this was him and that he'd been changed, though I wasn't exactly in the mood to talk. Still he was the first changed I'd seen in person other than in a mirror and I couldn't help but staring a little. He paused to stare back as well, not that I could blame him. "Damn this is weird," Kyle said once we started walking down the sidewalk. "I mean, I can't believe you're you... You don't look or sound anything like you." "You have no idea how weird this is," I told him with a grimace, thinking of the strong temptation I felt to just play with myself right there. "No idea." "So... what is it like?" Kyle asked me carefully. "My whole body feels wrong," I told him. "I've got tits that stick out like a foot and they're heavy. My whole sense of balance is screwed up." I gestured at my breasts and spat out, "These damn things keep getting in the way." I remembered last night how I'd lost track of them and accidentally got them into my dinner. Of course I couldn't tell him about how horny I was either. "Yeah, but think of the positive side," Kyle told me with a grin. "You've got your own boobs that you can play with whenever you want." "There is that," I responded wryly. He had no need to know that I'd already done that a great deal and then some. I still squirmed at the thought of what I'd done with Monster yet felt oddly turned on by it at the same time. "Can I see them?" Kyle asked with an eager grin. I blinked in surprise, then exclaimed, "Hell no." "C'mon, what are friends for?" Kyle asked with a look of mischief in his eyes. I rolled my eyes at that. "Somehow," I pointed out with a sigh, "I don't remember the chapter in the best friend handbook about having to let your friends see your boobs..." "That's because it's in the addendum," Kyle added with a chuckle. "You know," I said thoughtfully, "Mister George knew this was gonna happen." "What?" Kyle responded in surprise. "You're kidding me." I shook my head at that. "No... The other day he told me that something big was coming... something that was going to change the world. He told me this before the sky turned green and everything." "Holy shit," Kyle muttered. "How the hell did he know that?" The two of us looked at each other and then started for Mr. George's house. We arrived just a couple minutes later, but he wasn't on the porch. After hesitating for a few seconds, we went and knocked and his door, but there was no answer. We even peaked through the window but saw no sign of anyone home. "Maybe he changed and went to the hospital," Kyle suggested. "Or maybe he's with his family." "Maybe," I agreed, knowing that there were a lot of reasons he might not be home. However I wanted to ask him how he knew about the change and if he knew anything more. It just seemed very inconvenient that the one time I really wanted to talk to him he was gone. With that I decided that I'd had enough fresh air for the moment so turned and slowly started back towards home. Kyle walked beside me, sneaking looks at my breasts and talking about the changed, being careful not to actually mention mine. He was obviously curious about my changes, but was polite enough not to push, at least at the moment. Give him a day or two though and he'd be asking the most personal questions imaginable. I was thankful for his restraint at the moment but a part of me couldn't help but feeling at least a little resentful that he'd escaped the changes. --------------- I felt self-conscious as I walked around the mall with my Mom, well aware of all the odd looks and stares I was getting. Of course I certainly wasn't the only person being stared at since there were a lot of other changed around here, most of whom looked even stranger than I did. However I had to admit to myself that absolutely none of them looked as sexy as I did. Mom and I had been looking for new clothes for the last two hours and I'd already found more than I would have expected and for a lot cheaper. This was due to a clothing exchange going on in the mall parking lot. People who'd changed were bringing clothes they could no longer wear to donate as were people who hadn't changed, but still wanted to help. As a result, I found some clothes that actually fit me for free so we didn't really need to buy very much, mostly panties. I was a little amazed at how calm and organized this all was, thinking that after something as big as the change that there would be martial law and rioting. Of course there were other countries in that situation, but not the U.S... at least not most of it since there were a few cities that had riots. I was pretty sure that this was at least partly because the president's wife was one of the changed and he'd been calling for calm and encouraging people to help each other deal with this. "Too bad Dad's missing this," I told Mom, knowing that Dad would be upset by all the changed who were here and I would have liked to have seen that. However Dad had chosen to stay home rather than come shopping with us, not that I blamed him for that since I wouldn't want to be shopping like this if I didn't have to. Before we left, he complained long and loud about the cost of having to buy me new clothes. "This is a lot for him to get used to," Mom told me while I rolled my eyes. "He's not the one with a lot to get used to," I muttered bitterly. My relationship with Dad had always been kind of rough, but it had definitely become ever more so since my change. He was uncomfortable with my changes and kept giving me disapproving looks whenever he saw me, as if it was somehow my fault I'd changed. Then there was the fact that he seemed to dislike the changed in general, calling us freaks when he didn't think I could hear him. Mom just nodded and was careful not to look at me. She was obviously thrown for a loop by my changes as well, but at least she was trying to deal with them rather than just avoiding me. I was grateful for that. "At least we found you a couple bras," Mom told me, referring to the stash of clothing we'd found in the clothing exchange which seemed to have all come from the same woman. There were a number of tops there I could use and even some bras that would fit. However some of the tops were a little revealing and daring with some things that made me suspect that previous owner may have been a stripper. "I don't like you having to wear used ones, but they'll have to do until we can get some new ones ordered for you..." I just nodded as Mom talked about other things I might need as a girl though I was paying more attention to some of the changed around me. There was a slender female elf near me who was complaining to a normal woman about how she used to be bigger up top and actually got smaller breasts from her change. I certainly hadn't been the only one to notice the similarities in appearance between some of the changed and certain mythological races. Because of that, people had already started calling people like her elves and referring to ones like my neighbor Mr. Atkins as dwarves. However the similarities hadn't stopped there and just about every type of changed were getting nicknames... many of them referring to other mythological races. The big muscular ones with the gray skin were alternately being called grays or orcs. Earlier this morning I'd found a website online which had a list of the types of changed that had been identified so far and gave the nicknames which had been given to them. There were not only the elves and dwarves, but also goblins, trolls, sasquatch, and even mermaids. Other types were listed as well, but I hadn't found any mention for what I'd turned into yet. "Are you doing okay?" Mom asked me with a worried look. "Yeah," I nodded and gave her a weak smile. "For now." Of course Mom was referring to my horniness problem which I know she'd told Dad about last night. That had made him avoid me even more, as though it might somehow be contagious. Then again, maybe it was a little. Last night while I'd been playing with Monster before going to sleep, I could hear Mom and Dad going at it from their own room. It had made me jealous that I was the one with the uncontrollable horniness and they were the ones who were having sex. I squirmed uncomfortably, still feeing extremely horny in spite of having already spent some quality time with Monster this morning. This horniness was making it harder and harder to think of anything other than sex. It was taking a bit of an effort to keep myself focused due to this unbearable frustration. "We should get going," Mom reminded me. "Your appointment is in just half an hour..." I had no idea how my parents had gotten me a doctor appointment when every doctor and hospital was completely booked up with changed who wanted to be checked out... but somehow they did. Normally I hated going to the doctor for just about any reason, but this time I was actually excited about it. I was under no illusion that a doctor would be able to change me back to normal, but at least they might be able to do something about my constantly being turned on. Doctor Anders was in his late forties with dark brown hair that was starting to gray. He wasn't my usual doctor, but he was the only one that my parents could get an appointment with. After meeting him in his office, I wasn't quite as thrilled about getting the appointment. He said hello while staring intently at my breasts and he continued to drool over me afterwards, making little attempt to even hide it. "You can call me Dave," Doctor Anders told me once the two of us were alone in his examination room with the door closed. I gave him a skeptical look, suspecting that he didn't invite most of his patients to call him by his first name because it certainly wasn't very professional. "Before I start the examination, is there anything I need to know? Your mother told me that you had some unusual symptoms from your change." "Yeah," I admitted uncomfortably, unable to bring myself to look at him as I described my constant horniness. It was completely humiliating to do so in front of a complete stranger, but I told myself that he was a doctor and that he wouldn't be able to help me with the problem if he didn't even know about it. "And it won't go away," I told him with tears of frustration starting to form. "I'm going crazy..." "Have you been... masturbating?" he asked carefully to which I reluctantly nodded. "All the time," I told him quietly. "It helps a little... but not enough." "Well, let's get a look at you then," Doctor Anders told me. He began taking my blood pressure and continued, "You know, I've examined dozens of changed over the past couple days and I haven't seen another one like you. In fact you're the first one I heard of who changed gender." "Oh joy," I responded sarcastically. "I feel so special." "Pointed ears," Doctor Anders mused as he used a light to look in my ears. "Unusual color for eyes... Can you say AAAH for me? Good. Now can you stick out your tongue? Oh, that's a little longer than usual." "Really?" I asked, sticking my tongue out again and realizing that it was about two inches longer than normal. I could even touch the tip of my nose with my tongue, not that I wanted to do so. "I guess I can do a good Gene Simmons impression." Then Doctor Anders pulled out a stethoscope and checked my heartbeat. He held it on one of my breasts rather than closer to my heart which made me think he didn't know what he was doing at first. It took me a moment to realize that he knew exactly what he was doing. He moved the stethoscope and 'accidentally' brushed up against my breasts with his hand. I gasped at the contact since it felt good. Too good. I bit my lip to keep from either moaning or saying anything, but glared at Doctor Anders who seemed to get the message. He was a little more careful as he finished that part of the exam. "I'll need you to undress for the rest of the exam," he told me, trying to look calm and professional, but I could see the gleam in his eyes. Even though I wanted to insist that there was no way I was going to get undressed in front of this pervert, I reminded myself that he was a doctor and this was an exam. I reluctantly got undressed and let him see me naked. Then I noticed the bulge in his pants and felt a surge of mixed emotions. On one hand, I was embarrassed by that, but on the other I felt a surge of glee. If I was stuck being horny and unable to do anything about it then it only seemed fair that he was too. I think Doctor Anders realized that he was pushing the edge a little too much because he remained professional as he looked over the rest of my body, or at least he tried to. He was definitely taking a little too much delight in this exam and it bothered me a little to realize that a part of me was enjoying the attention. When he was finished and I was free to put on my clothes, I let out a sigh of relief and did so as quickly as I could. Once we were all through and I was fully dressed again, Doctor Anders told me, "From what I can tell, you appear to be a healthy female except that your hormone level appears to be through the roof along with your libido." He shook his head and gave me a curious look for a moment before continuing, "Frankly though, you aren't a normal human anymore. You've been changed and I have no idea at the extent of what that really means or just how different your internal physiology might be. I'd need X rays, MRIs and a battery of blood tests to find out more and honestly... all the labs are extremely backed up now." Doctor Anders told me that he didn't dare give me anything for my horniness since he didn't know enough about what my changes did to my physiology and what kind of reactions I might have. I was extremely disappointed and frustrated when I left the office, having gained nothing from my visit besides an official diagnosis of nymphomania with no way to treat it. As soon as I got home, I got on the computer to look at the list of known types of changed again. Several new entries had been added since this morning including one that fit all of my changes exactly. 'Appear to all sexy and busty women with pointed ears, hair that ranges in color from pink to purple, and have raging nymphomania. This is one of the rarest types of known changes'. I felt a cold chill run through me as I read through the description again, especially the part about every known change of my type having raging nymphomania. Then I looked at the name that we had been given and gulped. Nymph. -------------------- It was the first day of going back to school since the world was changed by that galactic cloud. I was going back to school just like I did every Monday, though this was certainly not like any other Monday. I was a bit surprised at the fact that most schools were back open again, having only been shut down for one day due to the change. However the government was encouraging people to just continue with their lives and had pointed out that most people hadn't been changed. Anyone who had been could call in sick individually, but there was no reason for everyone else to be held home because of it. Unfortunately for me, my parents had decided that I had to go back to school. Dad was stubborn and trying to act as though everything was normal, seeming to think that if he made me act as if it was too then maybe it would be. Then again, that appeared to be the government's philosophy as well. I suspected that Mom just wanted to get me out of the house and perhaps she even thought that being at school would distract me from my problems. The only good thing about this morning was that Mom dropped me off at school rather than made me take the bus. Perhaps she was afraid that I'd 'accidentally' miss the bus and didn't want to take any chances. Damn her for knowing me so well. When I stepped into the school, I was immediately aware of the attention I was receiving. It was the exact same kind of attention I got yesterday when I was out with my Mom getting new clothes. There were a lot of curious looks as my violet hair immediately marked me as changed and most of them probably hadn't seen another changed like me yet. Then there were the looks the guys were giving me, ones of obvious attraction. Those looks made me a bit uncomfortable, but I understood why they were staring and knew that I would too if I could. However the ones that really got me were the girls who were either giving me looks of jealousy or even open hostility. But even though I was very aware of the attention, I was even more aware of my body and needs. I was horny as hell and had a hard time focusing on anything else for very long. I'd even brought Monster with me in my back pack so I might be able to find an opportunity to relieve some of the pressure later on. My sense of shame at using Monster had mostly burned away under the onslaught of my hormones the pleasure it gave me. I shook my head and tried to stay focused as I made my way to my locker to pick up the books I'd need. I paused, looking around at the hallway and seeing other changed walking past. I made eye contact with a boy who was short, skinny, bald, and had dark green skin with large pointed ears. I recognized him as the type of changed that people were referring to as goblins. I couldn't read his expression, but he quickly looked away and hurried off. "Damn," I muttered, wondering what it would be like turning into a short, bald, green guy. I didn't know whether to feel sorry for him for that or envy him since at least he was still a guy and without this damn horniness. "Hey Danny," Kyle said as he appeared behind me, making me nearly jump in the process. "That is you isn't it? I haven't seen anyone else who looks like you..." "Yeah, it's me," I told him with a sigh. Kyle nodded and then looked around to make sure no one else was close before he quietly told me, "I was looking online and I think I know what you are. I think you're a nymph." "I know," I responded with a wince. Kyle stared at me with his eyes going wide, obviously having heard about the nymphomania problem that nymphs have. "Damn... You must be lucky not to be a total nympho." I just glared at Kyle and he gulped. "Holy shit... You are... aren't you?" "Fuck you," I snapped at him. "It's none of your damn business." However Kyle didn't take the hint and asked me, "I mean, really? What's it like?" I made a point of completely ignoring Kyle walking to my first class while he came with, asking me even more questions. By the time we reached the class room, I finally had enough and snapped, "It's a pain in the ass and I'm not going to talk about it... certainly not here at school." "Okay," Kyle responded, rolling his eyes. He obviously had no understanding of what I was going through and I certainly wasn't about to educate him right now. Since we didn't share our first period together, I went inside to get away from Kyle while he turned to go to his own class. I stepped into the classroom and looked around, finding that nearly every pair of eyes was immediately locked on me. The results were almost exactly the same as in the hallway with looks of curiosity, attraction, envy, and hostility. I squirmed uncomfortably and noticed that I wasn't the only changed in the room. There was an Asian girl named Kim who was already sitting at her desk and who'd gone through a rather noticeable change as well, though not quite as drastic as mine. Her ears had moved more to the top of her head and were almost like cat ears and her eyes were yellow and looked like those of a cat as well. Even more noticeable was the fact that she now had a tail. Kim was the first cat person I'd seen though I knew she certainly wasn't the only one. From what I'd heard, there were several different names for this type of changed, including nekos. At the moment, she was getting a lot of attention from the other students who were curious about her changes... especially her retractable claws which she was starting to demonstrate. Then I looked over at the teacher Mr. Hawthorn, an old former hippie with gray hair and a beard. He was usually laid back and actually seemed to enjoy teaching literature which was why this wasn't usually a bad class to take first thing in the morning. Mr. Hawthorn stared at me for a moment and then looked out at the class and finally his attendance sheet. "Since all the other girls are accounted for," he told me as he looked back at me and smiled gently. "I'm assuming you're Michelle." I shook my head at that and quietly responded, "No." I hesitated a moment, feeling a surge of intense embarrassment as I nearly whispered, "I'm Danny. Danny Watkins." "Danny?" Mr. Hawthorn repeated with a gasp of surprise. That immediately got the attention of nearly everyone in the classroom and I was suddenly being stared at again. This time there were expressions of shock, amazement, and even pity mixed in with the other ones. I winced at that and did my best to ignore them as I took my usual seat. "Wow," the girl next to me said, staring at me with a skeptical look. "You really have changed." I just blushed at that and sort of crouched down, wishing I could turn invisible. Mr. Hawthorn started class a minute later, but he kept sneaking looks at me as did most of the other students. I tried paying attention to the lecture, but it was very difficult to focus. My thoughts kept shifting to fantasies of sex and the more bored I got the easier it was for those thoughts to dominate. I had to clench my desk tightly just to keep from absently playing with myself right there in class. I was scared to realize just how easily that could happen with my current frame of mind. Then Mr. Hawthorn handed out a test and I was actually happy about this. A test would give me something to focus on and think about other than my damn horniness. However as soon as I looked over the test I realized that I had a slight problem with the very first question. It wasn't a question about anything we'd covered in class, but was just where I was supposed to put my name. Ever since my change, Mom had been calling me Danielle and had been encouraging Dad and Tyler to do the same. However in spite of my very female body, I didn't feel like a Danielle. After a minute of consideration, I simply wrote down 'Dani' so that I could keep using the same name and only have to change the spelling a little. If anyone asks, I could just tell them it's short for Danielle which should make Mom happy. After we handed in the tests and Mr. Hawthorn quickly graded them, I found that I didn't do all that well though I wasn't surprised. The test might have given me something to focus on, but I was still pretty distracted. I suddenly wondered if I'd ever be able to focus on anything, but my horniness and thoughts of sex ever again. The thought left me with a cold dread. When the class ended, just about every boy left with his books or book bag held low in front of him. I immediately recognized that as the same way I've tried hiding an inconvenient boner in the past and blushed at the knowledge that I was probably the cause. I started towards my next class, trying hard to ignore the stares and whispers in the hallway. However I overheard the word 'nymph' and winced slightly. Of course I'd been expecting that it wouldn't take long for people to realize what I was, not when so many others were also looking up the different types of changed. I had a feeling that before the end of the day, everyone in school would know what I'd become. At the moment though, most people had no idea who or what I was though that didn't keep them from talking about me as I passed. I overheard one girl saying, "I don't know who she is, but looking like that she's got to be a total slut." I suspected she may even have raised her voice a little to make sure I heard. I'd barely made it halfway to my next class when I suddenly found my way blocked by a very large guy, or at least one who seemed enormous to me at my new size. I knew from past experience that he was only 6 feet tall. It was Jason Thomas, the star football player and general jerk. "Damn you're hot," Jason said, looking down at me with a very appreciative look. I was suddenly very aware of prominent bulge in his pants and tried hard not to look at it. "I'm Jason..." "I know who you are," I told him with a scowl. "I'm Dani Watkins..." At his blank look I rolled my eyes. "You know, Danny, the guy with the glasses who does motocross..." "What?" Jason gasped in surprise, looking at me as though he thought I was messing with him. "No fucking way are you a guy..." "I changed," I reminded him. "Well, you sure look all girl now," he said, looking me over again, his eyes staring at my chest with a hungry look in them. "Only physically," I responded uncomfortably, not sure what I could say. "I've got to get to class..." As I got past him and continued on my way, Jason called out, "Damn that's a nice ass..." I grimaced and shook my head, refusing to look back because I knew he was staring at me. I was aware though of the looks on other people's faces since they'd overheard the exchange and now nearly everyone in the hallway knew who I was. Once I reached my history class, I had to go through much the same thing I did in the last period. Of course half the students in there already seemed to know who I really was and I heard the words 'nymph' and 'nympho' being whispered. Our teacher was Mrs. Delaware, who was normally a chubby black woman in her early fifties. However she'd been changed and had become an orc. She now looked 20 years younger, was a few inches over 6 feet tall, and she was built like a female body builder. Of course as with all orcs, she also had gray skin now rather than her former dark brown. "It's very strange being like this," Mrs. Delaware told one of the girls in class. "Everything seems so small now compared to before and I feel so strong... Heck, I'm even taller and stronger than my own son." She looked herself over and smiled a little before admitting, "I'm younger, taller, stronger, and feel better than I ever have before. This may be strange, but I think I really like it." I just winced and took my seat, thinking that it wasn't fair that she got bigger and stronger while I got smaller and weaker. I couldn't even reach things in the kitchen cupboards that I used to reach with no problems, a fact that Tyler had been teasing me about last night. I was distracted from my thoughts by the exclamation of, "Oh my God, you really did turn into a girl..." A quick look revealed that this came from Holly Jaspar, a beautiful and busty blonde who was the hottest girl in school... or at least had been since before the change. As strange as it was to consider, I realized that I now had much bigger breasts than her and was much sexier. From the hostile look in her eyes, it looked like she really didn't like that fact. "Not intentionally," I told her with a sigh. "You look like some kind of bimbo," Holly told me with a look of distain that hid her jealousy. The comment was ironic coming from her. If you were goin gby stereotypes, Holly should have been the head cheerleader. However cheerleaders actually had to work hard and practice a lot to be good at what they did and neither of those things suited Holly much. Instead she was the queen bee bitch without having that cliche spot on the cheerleading team. "Didn't you hear," one of Holly's friends said with a smirk, "she's a nympho..." I bit my tongue and turned bright red, not sure how to deal with this. I knew that Holly and her friends could be vicious to other girls but I'd never even imagined they might give me that kind of attention. Just then everyone in the classroom stared at the door and gasped. The largest person I'd ever seem came through the door, ducking slightly in order to do so. She was absolutely enormous, about 7 feet tall and bulging with thick muscle that made Mrs. Delaware's new physique look small and wimpy in comparison. She also had green skin and hair, not to mention the fact that she was UGLY. She looked brutish with a thick brow and jaw, almost like some kind of giant green neanderthal. "Holy shit," I whispered, immediately recognizing the kind of changed that a lot of people called hulks because they were all huge, muscular and green skinned. However they were also being called trolls which seemed just as appropriate. She stood there for a moment looking over the classroom with a deep scowl before finally announcing, "I won't fit in my seat." Then it suddenly dawned on me who this was and I gasped in shock and disbelief, recognizing her more for the back pack she was carrying in one hand than anything else. "No fucking way." This was Cindy, the shy nerd girl whom I'd tried befriending. Her changes were just as drastic as my own if not more so. She looked like some kind of monster now and it was easy to see why her kind of changed were called trolls. I couldn't help but feeling sorry for her. A few minutes later, a few desks were moved and Cindy sat on the floor since there were no desks in the room big enough for her. In fact I doubted there were any desks in the entire school. Holly ignored me and began making fun of Cindy, keeping her voice down enough so that Cindy couldn't' hear. Holly and her friends might enjoy making fun of other people, but she was obviously a bit intimidated by the nerd girl's new size and obvious physical power. Fortunately Mrs. Delaware started the lecture and her own new size intimidated a few students who normally ignored her into paying attention. I just clutched my desk, thinking intently of how I could find some privacy so I could use Monster to scratch that itch inside of me. When the class ended, I began to get up only to find that Holly and her friends had turned their attention back to me. "I can't believe you actually turned into a nympho," Holly said with an obviously fake smile. "Nymph," I muttered bitterly. "I'm a nymph." "From what I heard," Holly said with a snicker, "it's the same thing." I was really getting annoyed by these girls so I grabbed my back pack and started to leave, saying, "At least my tits aren't plastic." Suddenly Holly grabbed my shoulder and snapped, "You bitch," before she slapped me. Holly was only 5 foot 8, but that put her at 4 inches taller than me. It was hard to believe that this blonde bimbo was now bigger than me too. "I guess I hit a nerve," I pointed out with a grin. With that Holly grabbed my backpack and began pouring everything onto the floor with a smug look. She probably just wanted to make me clean everything up, but then Monster fell out and onto the floor, giving everyone a clear look at the bright pink foot long dildo. "Oh my God," one of Holly's friends gasped, pointing at Monster and exclaiming, "look at that thing..." Everyone who was still in the classroom was suddenly laughing while I was completely and totally mortified. I scrambled to throw Monster and my books back into my pack and then I rushed out of the room as fast as I could, trying to escape this humiliation. However the laughter still echoed behind me and I knew without a doubt that I'd just finished cementing a reputation that I would be stuck with until I left this school for good. I reached my next class as quickly as I could and took my seat, still burning with embarrassment. It seemed as though everyone in class was staring at me and whispering though I wasn't sure how much of that was real and how much was my paranoid imagination. Then Kyle came in and sat down next to me, giving me an odd look and asking, "Is it true?" "Is what true?" I responded with a nervous gulp. "I heard that you had like a huge dildo in your backpack," Kyle told me, looking right at my pack as if wanting me to show him the contents. I just winced at that, absolutely stunned by how fast the story was already spreading. I was sure that within half an hour, absolutely everyone in school will have heard about it. "Damn," I muttered, slamming my head onto my desk and wishing I could just vanish. I could still hear the whispers going on around me and could hear a few words like nymph, nympho, slut, and dildo. I felt like I was about to die of shame. Then the whispers abruptly stopped and I heard gasps. I looked up and saw another student had just come into the room, one who was absolutely gorgeous. She was about 6 feet tall, perhaps even as tall as 6 foot 2 though I couldn't be certain. She had long strawberry blonde hair, big tits that were about the size of mine, and a killer body that obviously had great muscle tone, making her look almost like a fitness model or aerobics instructor. This newcomer looked unbelievable, with a body that almost looks like it belonged to some comic book super hero chick. "I bet she's an apex," Kyle said from beside me, staring at the girl intently. "An apex," I mused, realizing that he was probably right. There were several dozen different types of changed and most of them were fairly drastic, enough that they were thought of as being a different species now. However those who were lucky enough to be an apex were the ones people were more than happy to still refer to as being human. These changed were the ones who simply became better humans, becoming taller, stronger, and more attractive. From what I understood, every apex had the body of an athlete and the looks of a model. "She's got to be an apex," I agreed. The apex girl looked a little self-conscious as she came in and took a seat at a desk. It took me a moment to remember who normally sat at that desk. It was Melissa, a somewhat short and chubby girl who didn't stand out. "She's Melissa," I said in amazement, knowing that she was definitely one of the lucky changed. Just about everyone wanted to be an apex and she was one of the few who were. "It looks like you have competition," Kyle said with a grin, pointing out the fact that a lot of the guys were now staring at her with looks while she was getting some looks of envy and hostility from other girls. "That's fine by me," I told him, actually feeling quite happy about that since it not only took that attention off me, but also distracted everyone from the rumors about Monster. The class started a minute later and was pretty much the same as the previous classes. Most of the students were distracted by the changed in the room, especially the boys. Every boy in class seemed to be staring at either Melissa or me. She looked as though she was alternating between enjoying the attention and being uncertain about it. I imagined that it must be strange for her having all this attention too after having been ignored before. "Damn she's hot," Kyle whispered to me halfway through class. "I'd do her." I just snorted at that. Just last week, I would have agreed with Kyle completely, but after being the target of that kind of attention I was a little less eager to voice those thoughts aloud. Of course that didn't mean I wasn't thinking them... a LOT. When class was over, Melissa gave me a knowing look. I went to her and said, "Hard getting used to." "Yeah," she agreed with a wry smile. "I've always dreamed about being the pretty girl and now that I am, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. People who treated me like crap before are now acting like they're my best friends." I nodded at that. "And every guy wants to get into your pants," I said. We stared at each other for a moment before she chuckled and told me, "It's kind of fun getting the attention though... not to mention being taller than most of the guys." Then Melissa and I gave each other a nod of understanding before we went in different directions for our next classes. It was interesting that she wasn't having an easy time of it just because she'd been turned into a gorgeous apex, but I suspected that it wouldn't take her long to get used to being beautiful and popular. I also suspected that there were going to be a few guys who'd regret having treated her like crap before. As I started walking down the hallway, I saw Cindy coming from the opposite direction. She abruptly snarled, "Get out of my way," and shoved a large boy to the side as though he was nothing. Several other people immediately jumped out of her way, looking more than a little intimidated. I saw the look in her eye and her grin and realized that she was enjoying this new sense of power she had. If there were guys who'd regret treating Melissa badly before, I had a feeling that there were some who would seriously regret messing with Cindy. "Damn," I muttered, suddenly feeling sorry for anyone she had a grudge against. The next class went by without incident, though it was obvious that the rumors about me had already spread to all the students. I did my best to ignore not only them, but my physical desires, even though it meant missing out on most of what the teacher said during her lecture as well. When lunch finally came, I was more than thankful for the chance to finally get away and get some privacy. My physical hunger was absolutely nothing compared to the other hunger I felt and it was all I could do not to start playing with myself in the first bathroom I found. I went down the hallway, trying to stay focused and in control, not to mention think of a place where I could have the privacy I needed. All I wanted to do was pull out Monster and scratch that itch between my legs. I saw Cindy in the hallway again, this time intimidating a couple jocks. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but she snarled and punched one of the lockers, putting a large dent in it with her bare fist. However she made no move to hit the jocks who ran away as fast as they could so I continued on my way. Then I saw Mr. Nelson, my math teacher. I barely recognized him at first since he had changed into an elf. He looked a little younger and much thinner, not to mention he was no longer balding. His hair had grown out again and had lightened to a platinum blonde color. "Mister Nelson," I greeted him in passing. "I'm afraid I don't recognize you," he responded, giving me a curious look. I winced, having been sure that everyone had heard about me by now. "Danny. Danny Watkins from your seventh period class." "Danny?" Mr. Nelson repeated with a look of surprise. "Oh my, you really have changed..." "Yeah," I told him with a grimace, eager to be on my way and find some privacy. "You have no idea." "What kind of changed are you?" he asked curiously. I hesitated a moment before telling him, "A nymph." Mr. Nelson gave me a curious look before saying, "I don't think I've heard of that kind." "You'll hear about us soon enough," I said quietly. I frowned, thinking about how strange it was that we've only been changed for days and are all talking about the types of changed. I supposed it was a coping mechanism, a way for us to put order to the changed world we lived in. "I've got to go," I told Mr. Nelson, excusing myself. After this I made my way out of the main school building and out back where I might find some privacy. There was a spot out by the football field, a small building that they used to store the football teams practice equipment in. The building was locked, which didn't surprise me. However I knew that there was a spot behind the building where I'd have the privacy to do what I needed to. I hated having to do this at school, but there was no choice. It had been getting harder and harder to deal with so I absolutely had to relieve the pressure. I set my pack down and pulled out Monster, nearly orgasming at the sight of it. Then I suddenly heard someone exclaim, "I knew it." I snapped around and saw Jason standing there, apparently having followed me. I'd been so distracted by my horniness and eager to do something about it that I hadn't even noticed. I hadn't even thought to look behind me. "You're a nymph," Jason said with a smirk on his lips and a hungry look in his eyes. "A nympho... You're a total slut..." "Leave me alone," I told him angrily. "I know you want it," Jason told me, coming closer. "I can give it to you a hell of a lot better than some piece of plastic..." "But I'm a guy," I protested weakly, knowing that I certainly didn't look like one anymore. I couldn't even pass as a masculine woman now. Jason gave me a lusty leer, licking his lips as he said, "You sure don't look like a guy to me." Then he came and grabbed my arm. I struggled to pull away from him, but it was no good. He was a lot bigger and stronger than me. "I know you want it... 