[TG/TF] Anamorphosis - Part 4

Michael’s body begins to take on more than just animal aspects, but womanly ones as well.

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While Clair was dealing with the pressure of keeping up her pageant lifestyle despite her changing body, Michael was dealing with his own self image issues. He sat at the edge of his bed looking down at his legs; he had long, sculpted legs that were thin and almost dainty. Strong to be sure, but undeniably feminine in appearance.

He knew he was a deer but…come on. If they were going to thin and change like that the least they could do was change shape to be more obviously animal, rather than just looking so feminine! He hadn't been able to go to the gym in over a week; when he'd first walked in with them he'd gotten wolf whistled, the second time he tried wearing sweatpants but his bouncy ass and tail just drew the eye instead; he couldn't win.

With a sigh he got to his feet, forced himself not to walk on his toes which seemed to be his first instinct now and made for the shower. It was stinking hot and he'd been eager to wash off the sweat but been forced to wait till his father left for work. They had been avoiding one another for the most part.

The water was a welcome relief as it poured down his body; though he couldn't help but wince a little feeling the difference in flow once it reached his hips. It flowed free across his chest as it always had but the moment it reached his ass and legs there were so many more curves to flow down and around. He could feel tiny rivers caressing his inner thighs and it made an odd tingle and warmth begin to grow between his legs.

Michael actually blushed, with all the stress of his anamorphosis he hadn't done much in that regard. He was a red blooded man after all, there was no shame in tugging one out now and again, especially when picking up a girl at a party was pretty unlikely now. Just as he was about to reach down and take hold of his shaft he realised, to his utter humiliation, that his cock was still soft. No matter, a few strokes would fix that.

Except he never got the chance, before his fingers could even graze the sensitive skin there he felt a jolt somewhere inside him. A strange sort of pull almost like his balls were dropping in reverse. Then he realised they were.

Michael could only watch, completely baffled and horrified as his balls began to ascend back up into his body, his cock following suit a few seconds later. He could feel the organ slowly melting back into his body in a way that felt decidedly unnatural but also…sort of good. He tried not to enjoy it but that warm tingling between his thighs was getting stronger. His very manhood was disappearing and he was getting turned on by it happening!

What the fuck was wrong with him!

His cock slowly rose back up into him until it started to almost burrow back inside his body, leaving a wet hole behind. Michael could only watch as a familiar sight formed between his legs. Soft pink lips, curly dark hair, a tiny red button of nerves; it was a pussy.

He bit down hard on his own lip to hold back a scream, or perhaps it was a moan. He couldn’t be totally sure. He’d just changed sex…in the shower! That wasn't normal, it was totally fucked up and yet…he was still so damn turned on.

Michael took a few deep breaths; he needed to try and think clearly. Temptation swirled within him as his fingers slowly reached down between his legs. Post nut clarity was a proven thing right? So if he wanted to think clearly there would be no harm in quickly making use of his new sex, right?

Gently, he placed a finger between the velvet folds and began to stroke back and forth; he'd had plenty of girlfriends over the years and he knew exactly how to touch a woman. Or so he thought. While his touch felt nice, there was a burning need for something more. He began to swirl his finger around the clit softly, rather than pushing hard and this time a shaky moan did escape him.

Fuck. Why had none of the girls he’d fingered ever told him to do that? Once he’d started he couldn’t stop, swirling around it over and over with a featherlight touch that was somehow satisfying and teasing all at once. The orgasm took him by surprise and made his entire body shiver with delight. It was so unlike cumming as a man, the pleasure seemed to fill his entire body and he felt his little fluffy tail stand on end.

The experience left him gasping and thick fluid dripping down his inner thighs which was fortunately washed away with the water from the shower. Just as he reasoned, a special kind of calm settled over him as he basked in the afterglow, his hot skin cooled by the now cold shower.

Now he had confirmation, post nut clarity worked just as well for women as it did men. He could now see, with absolute clarity, that the correct course of action was…

to freak the fuck out.

~

“What do you mean this isn’t ‘unheard of’?” Michael cried.

The doctor gave him a sympathetic look, he was a pudgy looking man with a fat squashed face; he was boorish in every sense of the word. Michael really shouldn’t have been surprised by his bluntness.

“Spirit animals cannot lie any more than one of our internal organs can.” The doctor explained. “This is your true inner self and sometimes people who have deep seeded identity issues experience this problem. Your spirit animal is simply trying to make you into your true self.”

“A woman?!” Michael threw up his hands. “Okay, I can admit that I haven’t always been the most effortlessly masculine guy, dad sort of pushed that a bit but I never thought of myself as a girl! I certainly never wanted a…a…you know.”

The doctor gave him another pitying look, clearly he didn't believe him. Michael grit his teeth in frustration; the doctor was wrong, his spirit animal was wrong. He would find a way to fix this.

“Can’t I just…reverse it?” He asked, “people have surgery to change gender, can't I just change back.”

“Not until a year after your change is complete.” The doctor replied.

Michael felt his heart drop.

“But that’s months away, and I have to wait a whole year after the change is complete?”

“Likely much longer than that, we can’t start the process until then and the wait list for elective surgeries is quite long.”

Michael felt his entire life slowly flushing down the drain; years like this? With these long legs, this fluffy tail, this new pussy between his legs? There was no way he could hide his increasing femininity from the world, let alone his father. Shame and embarrassment flooded him and he bitterly thanked the doctor for his time before walking out feeling more lost than ever.

~

Michael could hear his parents arguing in the kitchen.

“Three days till he goes back to school, we have to think of something! He can’t go back to college looking like that!”

“You’re being too hard on him, as always. Clearly he needs a change in direction.”

“I was ready to help him with any sport his anamorphosis lent him toward! But this…have you seen him? Our boy is turning into a sissy!”

“Don’t use that word! Maybe this is a sign that he only likes those things because they were the only way you’d ever pay attention to him!”

“Oh like you can talk, who had Clair in her first pageant at age 3?”

“That’s not the same, she thrives at pageants!”

“And Michael thrives in sports, have you ever heard him complain?”

“Have you ever seen him get excited, like actually excited about it though? He just wants to make his father happy, anybody could see that!”

Michael winced; that wasn’t true. He enjoyed the gym, really he did. It wasn't his passion or anything but…what was? It was the only hobby he’d ever known and he loved spending time with his dad so what wasn't to like? Besides, it was what got him basically a free ride to college and had the potential to make him big money one day. He’d never considered anything else, until his anamorphosis.

With a sigh he opened his phone camera and stared at his own face for what felt like the thousandth time. His features were starting to change, not to take on any animal-like appearance as he expected, but instead the features of a woman. His hard edges were softening, his striking eyes deep warm brown. Like a does, complete with thick eyelashes.

To add insult to injury, he didn't actually think he looked half bad. If he saw a woman with this set of features, he’d even think she was cute. The fact that he sort of liked his new face only made him feel more confused. He hadn’t mentioned the change between his legs to either of his parents yet, it was just too shameful, but he couldn't hide it forever. Pent up energy made his skin buzz and Michael swore, running had always been how he cleared his head, being a doe now only intensified the need.

Going for a jog was out, obviously and he couldn't go to the gym so what was he to do? He was just sitting here stewing in his own pent up emotion trying very hard not to give in to the urge to just masturbate to deal with the twitchyness. His new pussy burned as he remembered the shower and the relaxation that came post orgasm. It would sort him out for a while at least…

He shook his head, no, it felt…wrong somehow. Swallowing his pride he opened up the search engine on his phone and typed the words ‘women’s only gym near me.’

~

To say the experience was different would be an understatement. Michael had been to a handful of gyms in his lifetime, almost always with his father or at the very least recommended by him. He’d never even glanced at those women’s only gyms, why would he?

Stepping inside he found a world that was both familiar and strange; the decor reminded him of a day spa more than a gym; with pastel colours, potted plants and little water fountains adorning the walls. But the equipment was pretty much the same, save for the long line of yoga mats and twice the amount of bikes for spin classes. The weights section was no less small though which surprised him and there were several tough looking women lifting and chatting as he walked in.

While he still very much had a masculine edge to him, his long legs, softer features and round ass meant he could more than pass for a woman if he wanted to. A flat chested one at that. Still he prepared for an awkward explanation as he approached the desk, practising his words over and over in his head about how technically he wasn't a woman but if he really had to prove it he did have the right stuff between his legs.

The woman at the desk looked up and Michael flinched as she looked him up and down, but then to his surprise she smiled softly with an understanding expression.

“New, honey?”

“To the gym, um yes.”

“And other things I expect.” She continued, “Don’t you worry, we accept transitioning ladies here.”

“Oh I’m uh…”

Michael didn't know how to finish that sentence without getting kicked out so he opted for staring at his feet. Just weeks ago he'd had bravado to spare, now he was as jumpy as a deer. The irony was not lost on him.

“Do you need help finding anything?” The woman asked as she swiped his card.

Michael eyed off the treadmills and his legs tingled.

“No. I’m fine.”

Michael hopped up onto the treadmill and sighed in relief; this he knew. He selected a light jog to start and started moving. The muscles in his legs burned pleasantly and he immediately started to ramp up the speed. His long legs began to pump and he could feel his tail starting to twitch in pleasure at finally getting to stretch his legs.

His run turned into bounds; long jumping strides that even the machine's fastest setting struggled to keep up with and it felt wonderful. His ass was bouncing but he didn’t even care, nobody here was giving him any grief about it either. A smile spread across his lips and he felt all the anxiety and stress melt away. This is what he had always loved about running, perhaps the fact that he was a deer was right after all.

When he finally began to tire and slowed the sound of cheers made him startle. He swung around so fast he almost fell before slamming his hand down on the treadmill's emergency stop. Behind him were a group of women all beaming with pride.

“Wow, that was incredible!”

“I didn’t think it was possible for anybody to run so fast for so long!”

Michael felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment and pleasure at the praise and his tail began to wiggle happily above his rump.

“Aw, look now, you’ve embarrassed her.” One of the weightlifting ladies laughed.

Her.

Michael swallowed, he didn't want to correct them, after all this was a women’s gym and if he was honest, it was the first place he’d felt truly comfortable since he started changing. The muscular woman walked up to him and offered a towel with a wide grin.

“Nice work!”

She slapped Michael on the back and the wind was knocked out of him, leaving him coughing as the taller woman winced.

“Sorry, sometimes I forget my own strength.”

Michael looked her up and down, every inch of her was toned and muscular, her ears were round and furry, her arms thick as tree trunks and her hair shaggy and brown. A bear; she had to be a bear.

“How can you forget your own strength when you’re built like that?” He coughed without thinking.

The woman blinked and then threw her head back and laughed.

“You speak your mind, holy shit what a way to talk to somebody for the first time!”

“Oh sorry I-”

“Nah girl, I love it!”

Michael blushed again and wiped the sweat from his brow. As he pulled it away he realised he was smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks.