First step on my way

The sun was already up when Jeff's alarm blared, wrenching him from a sleep filled with vivid dreams about reversion. He dreamt of being held close to satin panties and then hovering over toilet bowls. He felt like he lived another life where he experienced the most intense act of sex as his true self. Then he woke up, groggy and disoriented, and fumbled for a few moments in the dim light before realizing the source of the jarring noise. As he shuffled to the door and pulled it open, Jen's exasperated voice cut through the morning haze.

"Dude, seriously? Answering the door in your undies?" she exclaimed, her tone a mix of amusement and annoyance. "I can fucking see your morning wood," she spat the words at him while pushing her way in.

Jeff blinked away the last remnants of sleep, suddenly wide awake. He glanced up at Jennifer's scrutinizing gaze and muttered with a hint of sarcasm, "Sorry, Jen, I’m just not myself this morning."

As Jennifer barged into his room without knocking, Jeff felt a flicker of irritation for having to quickly cover up. Hastily, he pulled on some clothes, his thoughts still muddled by the vivid dreams that had disrupted his sleep.

"Hey, are you ready to study?" Jennifer asked, her eyes quickly taking in his disheveled state. "You look like you've had a rough night. Too much partying, huh?" she teased, knowing full well that wasn't Jeff's style.

"No, just didn't sleep well," Jeff managed to say, avoiding any mention of the dreams that had haunted him.

Jennifer clicked her tongue, glancing around his cluttered room. "This place is a disaster, Jeff. No wonder you can’t sleep. I swear, you'd lose your head if it wasn't attached," she said, her tone light but with a touch of genuine concern behind her words. "You should be thankful you have me around to keep you somewhat grounded," she added with a playful smirk.

Jeff managed a small, sarcastic smile, appreciating how Jennifer always seemed to lighten the mood, even with her sometimes overwhelming manner. Despite the complexities of their relationship, he found her presence grounding.

"You're always so cocky," he playfully complained.

"Ha, after yesterday's biology lecture, maybe I really am one and just don't know it yet," Jen quipped as she scanned Jeff's room and finally sitting on his bed.

The joke hit closer to home than she realized, causing Jeff to blush as it stirred a tumult of emotions linked to his dream.

"What's with that look? Did I strike a nerve little pussy, or are you just dazzled by my charm?" Jen teased, her tone light yet probing.

"Pussy." Being called that word triggered him somehow. It felt right, but he wanted something more. The urge to just blurt out his deepest desire bubbled in his gut.

Jeff felt a mix of irritation and amusement. "Listen, Jen. We've been friends forever, and even though you're always on my case, I know it's because you care. That's why I put up with your brutal honesty," Jeff replied, his voice carrying a trace of vulnerability.

Jen's expression softened as she met his gaze. "I do care, Jeff. More than you know," she admitted, the playfulness fading into sincere concern.

Encouraged by her initial reaction, Jeff felt a surge of confidence. "Remember Miss Rodrick's lecture about reversion? Something about that just... clicked for me. It felt like it was meant for me," Jeff confessed, his words rushing out.

Jen's eyes widened as realization dawned. Is he serious?

"I think I might actually be meant to..." Jeff started, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words.

No way, Jen thought, her mind reeling from the shock.

"...become a pussy," Jeff completed his thought.

You're kidding me! Jen screamed internally, completely dumbstruck, her face frozen in a mix of disbelief and astonishment.

Her laughter involuntarily broke through, not from amusement but from sheer incredulity, echoing in the silent room. It took a moment for her to catch her breath and regain her composure, realizing she needed to respond with the seriousness Jeff's confession deserved.

"Oh, Jeff," she finally managed to say, her voice a mix of concern and bewilderment. "Miss Rodrick's talk really got to you, didn't it? You can't seriously think this reversion thing is real, can you?" Jen asked, her tone struggling to mask her continuing shock while trying to understand the depth of Jeff's belief.

"You think it's fake?" Jeff asked, a hint of accusation in his tone.

Jen sighed, falling back onto Jeff's bed with a dramatic flair that masked her concern. "It might not be entirely fake, but if it's real, it has to be super rare, right?" She propped herself up on her elbows, her expression thoughtful. "Think about it, Jeff. Sure, everyone’s heard those wild rumors—like the one about Bobby’s mom turning into, well, you know, right in the middle of the grocery store. It’s always just gossip, isn’t it? Have you ever actually met someone who’s seen it happen?"

Jeff felt a sting of hurt at Jen's words, the skepticism in her voice making his recent revelation feel all the more ****. He trusted her, perhaps more than anyone else, and her quick dismissal of his feelings caught him off guard.

"Jen," Jeff started, his voice tinged with a mix of hurt and determination. "I know it sounds out there, but I can't shake the feeling that there's something real about this. It's not just rumors or gossip to me." He paused, searching her face for signs of understanding.

"Look, I don't expect you to believe it just because I feel it might be true," he continued, his resolve firming. "But I'm going to find out more. I need to know if what I'm feeling is possible... if it’s real."

Jen watched him, her expression softening as she realized the depth of his conviction. She sat up, tucking her legs beneath her. "Okay, Jeff," she said more gently, the flippancy gone from her voice. "Tell me more then. What exactly did Miss Rodrick say that got you thinking this way? Maybe there’s something I’m missing."

He opened his mouth to recount the lecture, intending to point out the pieces that had resonated so deeply with him. But then he remembered all the research he had done the night before. He gestured for her to wait a moment and dashed to his computer.

"I'll prove it to you," Jeff said, his voice filled with a mix of eagerness and nervousness as he quickly navigated to one of the videos he had found the night before. "Just watch this, okay?" He pressed play, his eyes fixed on the screen and then briefly on Jen to gauge her reaction.

"Ugh, Jeff, what is this?" Jen exclaimed, her initial reaction one of shock as she instinctively started to turn away. Yet, curiosity overcame her revulsion, and her hands slowly lowered.

"Please, just give it a chance," Jeff implored, his tone pleading but gentle.

As the video played, Jen shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her discomfort palpable but her eyes remained on the screen, a testament to her willingness to understand what had so captivated Jeff. By the time the video ended, she was clearly uneasy, yet there was a spark of intrigue in her eyes, albeit mixed with confusion.

"It's a lot, I know," Jeff acknowledged, reading her discomfort. "But it’s fascinating too, isn’t it? The possibilities?"

Jen paused, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. "It's definitely... something. I can’t say I’m not intrigued, but it’s a lot to take in," she admitted, her voice reflecting a cautious curiosity. She wasn’t dismissive, which Jeff took as a positive sign.

"She's not running for the hills, so maybe this isn't as out there as I thought," Jeff mused internally, a small flicker of hope lighting up within him.

"Ok maybe I might believe you, but this doesn't prove…" Jeff cut her off and grabbed his computer again. He pulled up a video of a woman transforming into a man with her head becoming his gigantic pulsating penis. Jens eyes were glued to the screen. Jen didn’t take her eyes off the video for even one second. It played for a full 15 minutes and the whole time Jen was clearly becoming more and more riled up, her breathing quickened, and she seemed to glisten with sweat a bit. If Jeff didn't know better, he could swear she was drooling a little. Jen snapped out of it. "Alright. So, what am I supposed to do with this information?" Jen said curtly.

He explained his research from the night before, how mental blocks are potentially all that stands between him and reversion. "What I’m thinking is that I need to get rid of my mental barriers. One of them I think is holding on to seeing myself as a person rather than a pussy,” Jeff shivered a tiny bit saying the word ‘pussy’.

“So for now. Just between the two of us, when we're alone, could you please only call me…" Jeff gulped. "Please call me pussy. Or cunt. Or any name for a girl's fun bits. Just don't acknowledge me as a person anymore. I'm not one. I'm a vagina."

They sat in awkward silence, the pause stretching on uncomfortably long.

Jen finally broke up the moment, "Fine, just remember you asked for this you little twat," Jen said with a sigh. "But until you change, you still need to go to school and more importantly, study.” Jen hopped up from the bed and walked to the door. “Grab your bag, wet lips! It's library time."

The morning went by without excitement while Jen and Pussy studied in the library. Pussy was even able to relax and forget it's transformation troubles. "Let's take a break for lunch," Pussy said.

Jen was looking around the library when something caught her eye. She leaned in close with Pussy, "Hey look over there. That girl grabbing books off the top shelf isn't wearing panties!"

Pussy blushed, "Cut it out Jen."

"What's the matter? It's like looking in the mirror for you, isn't it? Those thighs sure look inviting. How great it must feel to be snuggled up between them. Just think how erotic it would feel to be the secret under her skirt. I bet that slut never misses a chance for a cream pie,” Jen leaned in even closer. "Don't you wish you were her,” She punctuated each word, “moist, tight, cunt?"

Pussys face went crimson. "Only in private! We agreed to do that only in private!" Pussy said under its breath.

"Yea, well I'm bored and teasing you is oh so easy. Besides, I can see from the tent in your pants that you are fucking loving it you perv!" Jen said with a devilish grin.

It was true, he was envious of that girl’s private place. And being referred to as pussy did feel right, even in public. "Just please keep it down," Pussy whimpered.

"Timid. Just like a pussy," Jen continued to taunt Pussy as she got up to leave. "Come little kitty, let's go get something to eat."

They went to the cafeteria, separating briefly to order food. Pussy ordered a salad and made its way to an empty table. When Jen finished paying, she joined it. "Salad. Really? wouldn't you prefer something meatier?" Jen said derisively, revealing her order to be a fully breakfast with smoked sausage. "Open up cock holster, you need to get used to big thick things filling your front entrance. It's going to be happening often and soon," Jen giggled as she wiggled the sausage in Pussy’s face. Pussy recoiled slightly and turned away just in time to catch sight of Miss Rodrick walking past the cafeteria doors.

"Sorry Jen, I'll be right back. I need to take care of something," Pussy got up and jogged over to catch Miss Rodrick.

Jen was left alone with her thoughts and hunger. The sausage was good for a gag, but she wasn't hungry for it. Instead, her mind drifted back to that video of the woman reversing into a cock. A big one too. She thought about what that must have felt like for her. To have her arms grow huge and hairy. To have her neck turn rigid and throb with another’s heartbeat. To be so masculine, so stiff and powerful. She wondered what having big heavy cum filled testicles for brains would be like. "What? What the fuck am I thinking about! Did I just wish to be a dick? Jeff's delusion is starting to rub off on me. I need to get out of here," Jen stood and marched for the door.

Pussy caught up with Professor Rodrick and asked quietly, "Hi, Professor Rodrick, may I speak with you for a moment in private?"

"Of course, let's go to my office. I was just on my way there now," replied the professor. They made their way to her office, and the door closed silently behind them as they each took a seat, one across from the other.

"What can I do for you, Jeffrey?" Professor Rodrick spoke first, using the name she knew him by.

Hearing his given name stirred a familiar discomfort in him. Each time someone addressed him as Jeffrey, it felt less and less like who he truly was. Pussy had shared this struggle with Jennifer, who had come to understand and accept his new identity. Yet here, in this academic setting, the courage to express his true self to others hadn't fully manifested. The gap between who he felt he was and how others saw him was painfully clear, and he yearned for the day when he could openly be Pussy everywhere.

"Um, you explained reversion syndrome in your last lecture, and I've been thinking about it ever since," Pussy started to explain, voice barely above a whisper, holding onto the name that felt more authentic.

"Yes, it's a fascinating aspect of human biology. As it is my research focus, I think I can answer just about anything you want to know. Go ahead," Professor Rodrick encouraged, her demeanor calming.

"So, let's say, hypothetically, someone thought they might be ready to reverse. How would that person go about making it happen?" Pussy inquired sheepishly.

"Asking for a friend, are you?" Professor Rodrick winked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Pussy blushed deeply, unable to hide its true intention behind the question.

"Don't worry," the professor reassured, sensing the gravity of Pussy's inquiry. "Since you seem so sincere, I'll tell you a little secret. I myself have undergone reversion. It was a profound change, and it's been a remarkable journey."

Pussy sat there, mouth agape, absorbing every word.

"It's alright, dear. Such transformations are deeply personal and can be incredibly fulfilling," Professor Rodrick continued, her tone gentle and understanding. She reached into her desk and pulled out a large file folder. "Here are some personal accounts of the transformation process, firsthand knowledge that might help you. I believe this information could be quite enlightening for you."

Pussy nodded emphatically, overwhelmed yet grateful for the support.

"You practically have 'future cunt' written on your face," Miss Rodrick chuckled warmly. "Take this folder. It's what helped me understand my path. I hope it serves you just as well. And, who knows, perhaps I'll be welcoming a new you to our class soon," she smiled, sliding the folder across her desk.

"Thank you, Professor Rodrick. I... I don't know what to say," Pussy managed to utter, feeling a heavy weight lift with the professor's supportive words.

"Think nothing of it, and please, feel free to come back if you have any specific questions about that folder," the professor concluded with a smile. "My door is always open."

Pussy packed the file into their backpack, thanked the professor, and left. Rushing back to their dorm, eager to uncover the secrets the Rodrick file folder held, Pussy sprinted up five flights of stairs. Fumbling with their keys while winded from the sprint, they whipped open the door. "Ahhh! F-FUCK Jen, you scared the crap out of me!" Pussy shrieked.

"Well, you nearly killed me with that door!" Jen shouted back, half amused, half shocked.

Pussy composed themselves and slowly closed the door. "Why are you in my room, Jen?"

"I got bored waiting in the cafeteria, and you seemed like you were never coming back. I thought I might find you here, maybe stir up a little fun," Jen replied with a smirk, masking her deeper concerns about the video they had watched earlier.

"I should never have given you my spare key. I'm really not in the mood for games right now, I have a lot of reading to do," Pussy said while unpacking Professor Rodrick’s overstuffed file folder, dropping the thick mess of papers on the desk.

"What’s all this?" Jen asked, leafing through the folder’s contents.

"It’s Professor Rodrick’s research on reversion syndrome. That’s what I rushed out of the cafeteria to talk to her about," Pussy explained.

"Don't tell me you blabbed to her? If you keep this up, the whole school will know," Jen said, anxiety creeping into her voice.

"Not exactly, she figured it out on her own. Though, I don't think I was very subtle," Pussy admitted, pausing as they considered sharing more but deciding against it. "It doesn't matter, Jen. I need to... to... fuck, I NEED to reverse into a CUNT! I can’t stop thinking about it! It’s painful being this way. I feel it in my core that this body is wrong, Jen. I AM a vagina, and I need to reverse soon, or I’ll go crazy," Pussy nearly spat the words out, the desperation clear.

Jen was dumbstruck but quickly tried to offer comfort. "I hadn’t realized how deep this was for you. Why didn’t you tell me sooner how bad this was making you feel?" she reached out, touching Pussy’s arm.

"Finally knowing what I am, that I am absolutely meant to be someone’s Pussy, is a relief beyond words. My world makes sense now, Jen. The problem is, the real person who owns this body, who owns me, is waiting to wake up. And I just can't stand it. Being a person is so painful," Pussy said, tears now streaming down their face.

"I had no idea, um... Pussy. Should I still call you that? This moment feels too big," Jen asked, her tone softening.

"Yes. Please, stop thinking of me as a person. I'm not," Pussy replied firmly.

"Alright, but you know I can't stop teasing you. It's just too good," Jen said with a playful pout, lightly touching Pussy’s face. The words and touch sent shivers through Pussy's mind, momentarily stunning them. Jen broke the moment by pulling out the top sheet from the file. "So, what’s your plan with all this?"

"I think I’ll just read as much as I can and see if anything resonates. Maybe all I need to do is let go of whatever’s holding me back, and the change will just happen. Though I'm not sure what's still tying me to this form," Pussy took the page from Jen and sat on the bed, a mix of determination and hope filling them.

"Ok you wet little meat-sleeve in the making, I'm going to help you through this," Jen said, grinning.

Pussy began reading the first page.