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His figure became more dramatic and adult in nature. The hourglass shape of his waist snapped in more pronounced along with his spine. His shoulders were forced down into a slender slope, which sent his posture forward, face forward into the red dust. Eric inhaled a bit of it, sending his mind aflutter. He lost track of where he was, brief, festive images dancing in his head: Gumdrops, reindeer, candy canes, and… two lovers fucking under mistletoe? As he lingered, his face changed into a sexier, alluring woman. His lips plumped up and became glossy with the same pink as his nails.

His face rounded a bit, his features now much softer—brows thinner, eyes wider and slit like, ears less pronounced, eyelashes long and thick. This how you get your jollies off!? His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he snorted it up. Cheerful Christmas imagery invaded his mind once more. It was as if Santa was trying to overwhelm him with holiday joy. It was hard to fight back. Eric nearly lost himself, but willed his way back. Fuck you Santa, you fat bastard! They were meant to entice him.

Admittedly, with the bombardment of candy cane visions moments ago and within his earlier dream, the urge to partake was there for him. But he remained steadfast in his resistance.

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Or so he believed. Thanks Santa! What did I just say!? Eric nearly gagged, and he tried to spit them out. They tasted sooo good. He tried to raise an arm from the floor, but it stayed firmly planted. Eric was losing the fight! His soul was succumbing to jovial feelings and arousing Christmas fantasies—people having sex in all sorts of winter settings that were drowned in enticing holiday decor. Eric soon began willingly deep throating the treats, his saliva making quick work of the candy canes. Their layers melted into a sweet tasting liquid that trickled down his throat and out of his mouth.

He was still fighting. No matter how good they tasted, he still kept rooted within his mind who he was, what he was supposed to look like. If he could just tough it out a little longer… Santa was having none of that. He snorted it up like a coke-addict, one eye twitching as the maddening dosage of concentrated Christmas cheer poisoned his mind. The candy rush caused him to spazz out and hack up the succulent candy canes. P-Please don—ho!

Eric began feeling sad about how he treated his dad and others. He felt sad for all the lonely and abused men and women of the world. His once shriveled heart raced and became full of love.

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His balls reformed into a pair of ovaries inside him. Eric needed to satisfy herself , but even more, satisfy the aching hearts of those who were lonely around the holidays. It all made sense now! She could right all her wrongs now. With her sudden epiphany, the holiday visions yanked the carpet that was the snotty, black hearted Eric of before from under her, allowing the thoughts of arousing, pure-hearted Christmas joy to take over. Only moans came from Eric now, celebrating the final push of her dick up into her budding, holiday snatch. As the wonders of Christmas finished melting what was left of her icy heart, her hair grew longer, down to her waist along her backside, and turned a wonderful shade of cotton candy pink that sparkled like stars on its incredibly shiny surface.

Erica, as she now thought of herself, was jolly and jovial. She was ready for her new purpose, to spread cheer to lonely men and women by fucking the Christmas spirit right into them. A giant, thick—very thick—candy cane materialized in front of Erica. With all the teasing Santa gave her earlier with visions of candy canes, how could she not indulge in his thoughtful gift?

She held tight with both hands to the top of the cane, twisting it about. Every part of her was prickling with excitement. Yes, yes! Drool trailed out of her mouth as she screamed. Her legs kicked about, sliding on the floor in sweet release along with her body—her ass giving a few thumps as well. She basked in the aftermath, a good sign that this was a change for the better. She had been so naughty as a child. Well, she still was naughty, only now she had a way to turn that naughty into nice. Williams made it home in a borderline drunken state.

He was dreading the thought of having to deal with a likely grumpy Eric. To his shock though, as he walked through the door, he was met instead with the sight of a gorgeous woman wearing kinky Santa themed lingerie. She had eyes and hair that sparkled brilliantly in the dimly lit room. And her face… she looked strikingly similar to his wife. Hee, hee. She had been truly reborn and now lived for a singular, wonderful purpose. Ohh… oh! Williams spoke little, completely entrapped by the gift that was Erica. Williams pulled Erica up to a seated position and had her bouncing off his lap, his hands wandering all over her smooth tummy and firm breasts.

Ah, Ahnn!!! Williams, delighted with his gift, felt ready to move on from the death of his wife. He also remembered nothing about having a son. Some sort of magic had wiped it clean from his mind. Erica giggled at his satisfied expression as he drifted to sleep. She slipped herself free and got dressed in some clothes she found leftover in Mr. They fit her perfectly. Making her way outside of the house, she admired the heavy snow outside. The weather had changed for the better—no longer wet and musky, but showers of white fluffy snow. Erica was warmed by not only the joys of the scenery, but Mr.

William's treat still inside her. It felt good to give to others and receive in turn. With a glowing smile, Erica pranced down the snowy sidewalks of the neighborhood, on the lookout for any poor grump in need of a holiday hump. Stories can be found by searching their title in the search bar on the blog site. Gain access to my stories 2 weeks before public release, plus more! Support me on Patreon! Load All Images. I wondered if you were going to ease up on the time-frame from Patreon exclusive to general and guess I got my answer.

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A good story, although that's usually the case with your stuff. Look forward to what future stories and audio stuff you have planned in Although, is there a slim chance of getting another update before the year comes to a close? If not oh well, merely curious. Thanks, and glad you enjoyed the story! And, well this one is only like a day off of the 2 week period between patreon and public, just wanted it out for Christmas was all. I thought that was the case for it coming out when it did. Even if it was a day or so from when it would become public if you stuck with the two week wait.

As for you getting the audio TG out before the year is over, that would be great. If it comes out later than oh well. Prev Next. Add a Comment:. Little did I know when I created that Tumblr poll that the results would actually come true! Anyways, enjoy! This one a poor experimented on man escapes a facility only to turn into a powerful fox Dragon lady. She quickly finds the new power to her liking. Its quite the combination. Party Cat Yo folks, another audio TF coming your way!

In this one a "lucky" man is cursed into becoming a horny catgirl. The Great Migration So tumblr has decided to purge adult content starting on Dec 17th. And with DeviantArt taking down lots of my stories recently I've decided to find some new homes. Thankfully twitter is still a safe haven for the lewd. Refer to my list of links here below to know where to find me and what my plans are during this transition.

I plan on gradually over the course of the next few days trying to get my entire backlog of stories uploaded onto the site. All future. A new home? In case you didn't catch it via my status post, my Morrigan story of mine that I edited back when it first got reported, is now deleted as well.

That is I think 5 stories deleted in the last month and a half. WTF is a mature tag for if even the stories that I'm cutting out and not even describing explicit sex in still get cut? I think I'm gona start up a Hentai Foundry profile at some point just as another place outside Tumblr which is having its own weird issues at this point; you can no longer search up each story by tags or titles on my page's search bar to host all my stories in one place I don't believe I can post audio there.

It'll be a nice way to have something more streamlined compared to tumblr to host my stories on. Tumblr I love using as a sort of main-website page for myself, but having another place. View Gallery. Often found in old places, full of dust, forgotten, by someone who desires something that is impossible Full of wisdom and power, they can turn their user into a powerful mage or something insignificant. There are very few spellbooks left, but when they are found they always cause interesting changes in our world, in our reality That is the case of a big and old spellbook that once belonged to a powerful witch named Victoria, she was cruel and merciless and enjoyed transformation spells.

The emerging hour news cycle — providing real-time, unremitting coverage of live and current events — swiftly infiltrated households and shaped the American consciousness during and after the Persian Gulf War. This continuous, addictive format produced an unrelenting fixation on public figures and news makers, but none so much as the women gaining power and prominence in the 90s. When any woman made the news, she often stayed there for days, weeks, months, and, in some cases, years.

Meanwhile, news consumers blamed women for their own unceasing visibility, as if they had narcissistically engineered unflattering coverage of themselves for personal gain. As women gained power, or simply showed up in public, society pushed back by reducing them to gruesome sexual fantasies and misogynistic stereotypes. Nothing was offlimits. The trailblazing women of the 90s were excoriated by a deeply sexist society.

The 90s bitch bias is so pervasive, so woven through every aspect of the 90s narrative, that it can actually be tough to spot. These disparagements were so embedded in the cultural dialogue about women that many of us have never stopped to question them. I spoke with more than a hundred women about their remembrances of the 90s, and the majority of them internalized 90s bitchification, too. The stories of 90s women have become sexist mythology, an erroneous history that saps women of their power, just as it was intended to do.

Indeed, the aftershocks of 90s bitchification ripple into contemporary society. Discrediting women based solely on their gender, sexually harassing them and reducing them to their sexuality endures today from the school yard to the boardroom in part because this was, writ large, ubiquitous and accepted behavior in the 90s. I loved my 90s childhood.

I was utterly shocked by what I found while investigating 90s narratives about women. 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. 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 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.

She'd been giving me jealous looks since I finished changing. 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. 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 I'm NOT me.

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 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. 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? 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 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. 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. I exploded into another orgasm and then another, loving how good it felt. 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? Go back to the car 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. Why can't I get it to stop?

I grimaced, feeling tears run down my cheeks. God, I'm so horny It's all I can do to keep from playing with myself constantly. It hasn't stopped since I changed 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.

The stores were full of changed people who are buying new clothes. Some of them look like they've changed even more than you And he had big muscles He really did look sort of like the Hulk Really ugly. 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. 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.

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. 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.

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. 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.

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. I cringed at that, feeling completely and totally embarrassed.

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. She gave me a meaningful look and said, "As you can see, we've had a little drama around here Then he hesitantly asked, "Was anyone else in your family 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. 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.

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. 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. 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. 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 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. 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. You don't look or sound anything like you. My whole sense of balance is screwed up. 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.

I rolled my eyes at that. I shook my head at that. The other day he told me that something big was coming He told me this before the sky turned green and everything. 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. 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. 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.

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. 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. 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 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 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. 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.

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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. 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 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.

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. Your mother told me that you had some unusual symptoms from your change. 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. 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. Can you say AAAH for me? Now can you stick out your tongue? Oh, that's a little longer than usual. I could even touch the tip of my nose with my tongue, not that I wanted to do so. 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. 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 surged 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. 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, MRI's and a battery of blood tests to find out more and honestly 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.

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. 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. 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. 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. I haven't seen anyone else who looks like you 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. Kyle stared at me with his eyes going wide, obviously having heard about the nymphomania problem that nymphs have. You must be lucky not to be a total nympho. You are I made a point of completely ignoring Kyle I walked 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 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 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. Hawthorn stared at me for a moment and then looked out at the class and finally his attendance sheet. I shook my head at that and quietly responded, "No. Danny Watkins. 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. 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. 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.

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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'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. I was suddenly very aware of prominent bulge in his pants and tried hard not to look at it. 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. Delaware told one of the girls in class. Heck, I'm even taller and stronger than my own son.

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.