They are, though something seems off

"Hey guys," you greet as you locate the usual suspects sitting around a table. Brett, Geoff, Mark and Sylvester were engaged in a discussion of higher level of interest than you're used to from them this early.

"Hey," Sylvester, known as Wes among friends and non-relatives, replies and the other three make their own sounds of greetings. "Have you noticed anything strange around the campus today, John?"

"Erm, I don't know? Had a double take on the name as I got here," you reply, pondering if you've missed something important.

"I did too," Brett said with a snap of his fingers, as if he just remembered it himself, "Now that you mention it. St. Lilith is a weird name. I was pondering if it was a prank, but then Geoff mentioned what he saw and I was distracted."

Geoff nodded eagerly in response before speaking. "So, as I said, I was coming in the eastern side gate. In front of me, three of the chef students were walking, wearing those white uniforms. Which I thought was strange, since they usually change next to the kitchen to keep them clean. which was when I realized that the uniforms looked very skimpy to how I remember them," he explained, getting slightly more animated with his gestures to visualize what he saw.

"They consisted of white, plaited mini skirts barely going past their butt cheeks. And a midriff-revealing top with reinforced shoulders. Bit of a stiff and tall neck but a deep neckline. And even the guy was wearing one. I asked them if there had been a uniform change, and they seemed a bit confused as well, but they came to the conclusion there hadn't been any change. They handed me some bottles of milk, though, as they do."

"As they do?" you ask, glancing around the table in confusion.

"That's what I said the first time he told it," Wes said as he presented a pale plastic bottle about a half cup in size. Half empty.

"To me, it sounded like business like usual. The chefs are always leaking milk and they hate to throw it away. That's what I thought to myself," Geoff continued, pulling out two more bottles, still full with milk, and placed them on the table.

"What, even the guy?" you ask in disbelief with a small chuckle.

"Please, he had the biggest tits of the group. Body is a ten out of ten, face not far behind, even if you can tell with the haircut and the jawline without peeking."

"What?" you ask with more disbelief and less mirth.

"You know, like peeking if he has a dick tucked in under his skirt. That would be rude," Geoff continued, as if what they were talking about was completely normal.

"So he has tits and a smoking body," Brett intervened, somewhat the quiet guy sitting next to Wes being Wes. "Was he trans? I think it's rude to misgender them if they are trans."

"No, he was totally acting all male, but he's been on the milk wagon for so long he's pretty much more girl than the girls physically. The milk hits guys harder than the girls, who mostly just gets it in the lactation," Geoff told them, the information sounding absurd in your ears, but apparently common knowledge in his.

"Yeah, look at me," Wes said as he got up, turned around and tugged up his tights for the other three to see his behind, causing you to stop in your investigation.

Wes gives his hips a little rhythm to the background music leaking out of the gym, Giving the guys a good look at his effeminate ass. the tights really digging in between his jiggly heart shaped butt cheeks.

"I've just had half a bottle of that milk and I'm already jiggling for five seconds after I bounce my ass," Wes added, his voice quite high pitched and feminine. His body was completely effeminate with the exception of his androgynous though hairless face and flat but lithe chest. His crotch had a slight bulge to it, but it was rude to stare.

"What the hell, Wes," you say as you blink and try to figure out what to say. "I... don't know what to say, but you got a nice body."

"Why thank you, but I think the compliments should go to the chef," Sylvester smiled and gave his behind a glance and a playful slap. "Whoever that was."

"I think they were milk siblings, so whomever had filled them up to begin with. Guessing Mrs. Wenderberg. She's always been very bottom heavy," Geoff continued as Wes sat down in Brett's lap and mischievously ground his new endowments into his crotch. "You probably shouldn't drink more if you want to just keep that body. If you take more you're probably going to get some puppies that will strain your back."

"Hold it... you guys know that Wes just turned into a girl by drinking a few ounces of milk?"

"I know," Brett said from under Wes' intimate presence, conflicted but not resisting. And you can't blame him. You're pretty sure you'd rip Wes' clothes off him now and stuff his face and ass with your dick if he asked you.

"I know, too," Wes interjected, "I sort of didn't believe Geoff's milk story so I just drank it. Within a few seconds I felt warm, fuzzy and horny as my body began changing. Then I felt my clothes changing and I just had to breathe and think about freezing polar bears for a moment. Suddenly things stopped and I'm all hey-how-are-you with Brett, feeling the hunger so to speak. Which is funny since I've haven't had much for men before."

"But... you've been hungry for men for as long as I can remember, but also not..." Brett added in strained confusion.

"Yeah, so it's like I got new memories on top of my old ones now, and they have the majority vote," Wes continued.

"It's like that cat in the box quantum thing, both pasts are real until one is forgotten. I think if you drink milk over a few hours, the effects are permanent and you and everybody will forget who you were before, but if you don't you will slowly change back and the deviancy will be forgotten," Geoff adds in a matter of fact tone.

"Mind being my boyfriend until then, Brett?" Wes asked his pillow and chuckled after Brett made a noise of confusion. "That felt like a yes to me," he smirked and wrapped Brett's hands around his chest as things quieted down for a moment, both you and Geoff being sort of confused at how to react to Wes flirting with Brett having no idea how to get out of the situation, or into it.

You're feeling scared, but also confused as hell. You sort of feel this is very, very wrong, but at the same time everything is as it should be. Especially that Wes turned into a nympho trap from drinking some milk? You look at the two remaining bottles. Your brain says they're bad news, but your heart feels hungry for it, like a smoke after a week of not smoking.