Hate It

I think that bitch needs to learn a little empathy. Ever since her tits grew in she gets anything she wants with just a jiggle and some flirting -- not that she needs much, thanks to her family fortune. It's time she sees how the other half lives.

Davis left his former bully simpering at his locker and followed the hot redhead down the hall. Her swaying bubble butt distracted Davis in a way he never noticed before.

Kind of a nice ass. For a girl, I mean. Uh, anyway, looks like she's going into the bathroom -- this is my chance!

Davis slipped into the girl's restroom as stealthily as he could in a crowded hall. Luck seemed to be on his side, as no one besides Darla was inside. Apparently, talking about makeup with Karly reminded her to check her own, and she stood in front of a mirror doing just that.

"Hey, Darla," said Davis. He hid the magic orb behind his back.

"Whathefug!" Darla shrieked. "Dude! You might like dick, but that doesn't make you a girl! Get the fuck out of here!"

"You mean, having a dick makes me a man?" asked Davis.

"Huh? Yeah! Of course!" said Darla. "Now get out or I'm gonna throw you out!"

Darla stood an inch or two over Davis, and unlike the soft-bodied twink, years of cheer practice and cross-training not only toned her curvy body, but it gave her all the strength she needed to back her threat. Davis chuckled.

"Okay, but by your definition you'll have to throw yourself out behind me," said Davis.

"Whatever, just-- huh?!"

Once again, the orb twisted reality without so much as a flash of light. Nevertheless, Darla noticed the change immediately. She was preparing to shove her emo interloper away, but her center of gravity seemed wildly off. There was an odd, popping sensation in her throat, and her insides clamped and twisted. At the same time, the front of her tight, designer jeans became painfully tighter. But the most drastic change she noticed was in her blouse.

"Did you just steal my bra or something?!" she asked, trying to make sense of the weirdly empty feeling around her chest. "What did -- omigod!"

Darla caught her reflection in the mirror and stared in disbelief. Her once proud, perky tits were gone, leaving a sagging blouse hanging flatly. A lump bobbed in the center of her throat, and her features seemed just slightly less...rounded, perhaps? She was still clearly herself, just a bit less feminine, and certainly less busty than she was a moment ago.

"Oh, that's not all, sweetie," said Davis. "You're missing the best part. Here, let me show you."

Darla's clothes disappeared like an old movie splicing trick. One second her $500 blouse hung from her like a cheap drape, the next it -- and everything else she wore -- was gone. Gone, too, were all her years of muscle toning. The flat-chested figure she saw had only a pair of drooping hormone nipples and the belly beneath them had a flabby paunch. Her arms looked like they never touched a dumbbell, and her thick thighs touched even when she spread her legs apart.

And then there was the dick.

Between Darla's legs, underneath a shaggy mound of pubic hair, hung a long, floppy, uncut dick. It was as big as the biggest she ever saw in person, but it seemed much larger to her. A loose, wrinkly scrotum hung behind it, which she immediately pulled aside with one hand while desperately checking the space behind it.

"Looking for something?" smiled Davis. "Sorry, no vag, honey. Just big, ol' bick and dalls. Guess that makes you a man now, huh? Well, maybe you could get away with femboy, but even then you're still in the wrong restroom. Your rules."

"This can't be real!" screamed Darla. "I-I'm a woman! I don't have a...a...a dick!"

"I think you mean, you didn't have a dick," said Davis. "Looks pretty real to me. The question now is, what are you going to do with it? Stay femme and chase the boys, or switch teams and find a nice girl who doesn't mind your big, fat ass?