Maybe just some butt gifs

You decide to open a folder with various butt pictures and gifs you've saved up through the years, one of your guilty pleasures in bachelor life.

You nod approvingly of some of the old treasures you find and get to work. You pull down your ratty sweat pants and boxers and casually begin rubbing at yourself while skimming through the folder. It doesn't take long before you're getting into the rhythm of it, enjoying the slow rise of arousal and pleasure.

In fact, you're feeling surprisingly raunchy and focused, falling deeply into a focused trance of sorts, visualizing big curvy girl hips with thin waists, bubble-butt cheeks jiggling in smooth stretchy leggings, or free in thongs and bikini pieces. You'd just love to have a girlfriend who was a total butt slut, proudly showing off her best parts for everyone in various outfits, underwear and uniforms.

After a few minutes of edging, you find yourself climaxing and quickly pull out a pink wet napkin from a tissue box on your desk to avoid making a mess. You wipe your dick clean and pull your snug underwear back in place before slinking your tight leggings up to your waist.

Wait.

You pause and blink before you slowly look down. Where you previously had some dark grey baggy sweat pants that reached slightly above your hips, you see pink spandex material running up to your waist. You then notice... your hips and thighs look bigger than they used to.

You stand up quickly and feel vertigo for a moment as you feel your perspective is skewed. It felt a bit like taking an extra step up a flight of stairs, only to have missed out on what was the last step and you have to catch yourself as your foot finds air instead of the floor.

Still, the thing that pulls your attention is the unfamiliar jiggle of your thighs and butt cheeks. As well as the feeling of your string panties tucked between them. You place your hands on your hips, and find they're definitely bigger than they had been earlier. Then you slide your hands back to cup your butt and find your hands sinking into yielding flesh.

You run - well, stumble slightly because your walk seems a bit off - to the hallway where you have a half body size mirror and give yourself a look, freezing in place in shock for a few breaths as you slowly turn around and give yourself a look.

Your ass is definitely not the same it was before you jerked off. Your entire body is not the same it was before you jerked off, you realize. Your hips are wide, your waist is thin, your chest, shoulders and arms are much smaller. Your ass is enormous, fills your leggings and is the widest point of your body. Your thighs are curvy, but your legs and feet are lithe. Your face looks... less masculine, you guess? It seems smaller so your eyes and mouth looks a bit bigger, so it kind of gives you a more childlike and feminine look. It doesn't help that your nine-o-clock shadow has completely disappeared as well.

Your clothes have changed, too. The leggings being the big change, but the t-shirt you wore is now cut at waist height

You chest is flat, fortunately. And you do have your dick still, wrapped nicely inside your panties and leggings to make it stand out as little as possible. Wait, that's a weird perspective on things. You're a dude, not some androgynous cross dresser, right?

You intently look at yourself in the mirror to give yourself a few reassuring words. "It's okay Jamie, don't panic. You're still yourself, the friendly neighborhood feminized butt slut," you say in a high pitched voice and unconsciously show off your booty with a cute pose.

Wait, what? And that voice?

This can't be right, you think to yourself and try to explain your background. You seem overly relaxed in body language compared to your inner turmoil, as if your outward persona is staying in character no matter your personal feelings. "I grew up as a boy, then in puberty I got this wonderful body because of a genetic condition that every tenth man is born with. You know? The girl-bod gene. The booty strain sub-type," you calmly explain to yourself, the information unfamiliar to your inner thoughts until you hear it, or think about it, but .

It feels really weird. "Can I say something directly? Uh huh," you confirm and roll your eyes at yourself. It seems you're in control of basics. "let's see. I'm currently single," you give yourself a sad pout and big puppy eyes. "but I'm looking for a new boyfriend." Boyfriend?? "Well, someone with a big dick to tease my hungry prostate," you tell yourself in a seductive voice as you casually slide a few fingers between your cheeks, up against your rear entrance, which causes a tingle of pleasure to jolt through your body, to your inner self's horror. Your external self seems perfectly okay with it, though.

"Guys? Yeah, girl-bods mostly loves dicks and things girls like. Though, hashtag notallgirlbods and all of that feminisms and pro nonbinarisms. You got a horse dick shaped dildo in your nightstand, you know? Not to scale, and still a bit too big for casual fun, but at least it's cute." You do? You look around and notice that the place has changed a bit. The walls are still the same paint, you only rent the place so you can't do much about that. But you do see different furniture, pictures, posters and trinkets lying about.

You decide to move into your bedroom to check out both the room and the nightstand. Sure enough, the room is definitely more effeminate and in your nightstand, among a ton of other sex toys and various lubes, you find a ten inch horse dick shaped dildo. "Holy shit," you say and giggle at the sight. "Teenage Jamie was a bit of a pervert," you mutter as you give it a closer look, your external self looking at it with embarrassment of their kitsch teenage choice in toys.

Internally you are more shocked at the radical changes to your life. You don't remember any of this, but you suspect for others, you'd appear as you present yourself: An effeminate male sissy with female body shapes, feminine expression and an androphilic sexual orientation.

Now, the question is, what the hell is going on, and what should you do now?