My Evolving Transition Ch. 07 (The Park, Aftermath)
Introduction:
I fled town after I was groomed and then outed as a faggot at a party. While away, I found myself and returned with the temptation I was hiding from. Cock. I had the urge to experiment to the extent that I started dressing up a little bit girly before hooking up with an old friend. Before my life changed after I was broken by a gang of thugs or broken-in by them.
The Story:
The decision
After I was turned into a femboy fucktoy inside the park, I gingerly walked home. I was stiff, sore, embarrassed, and fascinated.
I immediately ran a bath once I arrived at my loft at around 07:00 AM. Then I went to bed.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw huge black cocks and saw replays of the drama from the park.
For 6 weeks I was Zayne's, he fucked me almost every day.
I was stiff, sore, and tender for most of the week and had caught a cold.
I was barely 5ft. 6 in. or 169 cm, it's not the height that's changed, it's my muscle tone and weight. A year ago, I was, 180 pounds, now below 155 pounds and shrinking. All the walking I have been doing plus all the extracurricular workouts with giant black men, has helped stop my body being flabby.
After four days I rang Zayne and told him what's been happening, and that I had caught a cold. I didn't tell him that I couldn't help but fantasize about those big black guys and their even bigger cocks.
I was too sore to come over this week. Plus, I had trouble going to the toilet for a few days.
I wasn't prepared for what happened to me in the park. Was it rape, probably. Did I enjoy it, yes. Then why do I have nightmares about it?
A few days after I spoke to Zayne, I limped to the bus stop and visited my GP Doctor.
I enquired about Tiffany's pills, which I had taken for close to a year. She inspected the small jar and then looked at her computer, before filling me in on what I was taking.
I sat in a chair, shocked and curious, by what she told me.
"Whoever told you these were headache or migraine pills, was dreaming,"
I sat still as she went on.
"You have in fact been taking a prototype pill with a combination of Estrogen and Spironolactone,"
it meant nothing to me. "How long have you been on these?" she asked.
"Maybe a year,"
I said and shrugged my shoulders.
"Ok, you've been taking some sort of hormone replacement pills,"
she said.
She then told me to strip and examined my body, my balls, my ass, and my puffy man boobs. My doctor also to blood and urine samples.
Then she finished by saying that I was already in the early stages of changing from male to somewhere between male and female characteristics. Also, I had to make an appointment for next week for my results and to decide whether to wean off the pills or continue, with pills and injections.
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I felt ashamed, confused, angry, and in deep thought while sitting on the bus ride home.
From, as far as I can recall I had always admired women. Not to be confused with how I feel about them right now, but I did envy how their hips gyrated while they walked, and how wearing a simple pair of heels made men glued to their butts. It's something a guy couldn't get away with, without being teased or bashed.
My interest in women as far as sex, was non-existent.
In fact, I rarely thought about jacking off anymore, only as a passing thought would I, and only to see if it still works. My body hair had started to thin or fall out, while my facial hair grew slower and less. Those things I didn't mind much at all.
That's probably why Tiffany picked me to be her easy target and experience. She easily messed with me and had me wrapped around her finger. Well, I have a different opinion of Tiffany now. She was the personification of evil, now.
I moped around my house for two days. Mom knew something was up, but I didn't say anything.
Recently I wondered what it would be like to have a set of tits, long before the effect started from Tiffany's special pills. In my case the pills made me grow moderately tiny man-boobs. Not only that, but I also recently started wondering what it would be like to be the eye candy for men. It is part of the reason I was getting into wearing girly clothes of late.
To have my every movement watched, while dressed up girly was a current fantasy.
It's over a year since I first started those pills and 10 days since the scam was brought to my attention. I had to make a choice soon.
