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Monday, July 3, 2017
A Hawaiian Vacation
July 4
We arrived at Honolulu today on independence day and there would be fireworks tonight. It would be the first time my 2 girls saw fireworks that big and they would be entertained as much as thrilled, very unforgettable for them.
Arriving at the airport I hired a local guide by the name of Carol. She was a hippie fashioning herself in a cool way, but still she claimed to be an experienced guide and had visited many spots here. I had no way to be sure, but guide or not, I needed to relax.
At least she was be to find a good 1959 Cadillac Eldorado for us. This way, I could drive around the islands like what my wife suggested, and know more about the local sights while Carol introduced the scenery en route.
Not much was done today save for driving around Oahu. settling in the hotel room, not one of the best, but good enough for our trip here. After some rest, we went out to see the fireworks, and my girls were at awe at how spectacular the performance was. We had a magnificent start for our days here, and it was going to be a pleasurable vacation for my family and myself. I hoped everything would be great for my family and I would get some quality time-off from my work.
July 5
I woke up and found myself an inch shorter, and I was now 6’2” instead of 6’3” originally. I was not sure how I could shrink, but then, nothing else changed on my appearance and no one in my family noticed. I was reasonably startled, but then, I should find a doctor when the vacation was over.
For today, we went to the Waikiki where my girls played with the pristine seawater and we, the couple, lie on beach chairs, feeling the soft and refreshing sea breeze and listening to the waves. A clean break from the months of toil in the plant, when long build-up of stress met some relaxation. I threw any thoughts of me shrinking away and embraced the sunshine.
July 6
I shrank another 2 inches, and I barely reached 6’. My frame was less muscular, and somehow my chest and butt was starting to inflate. My wife woke up and noticed my hairs growing to the shoulders, and was quite surprised. She didn’t knew what was happening, but then neither did I and I couldn’t explain very well. How could I have seen it coming? In spite of that, since the changes were now visible to someone careful enough to observe, we were starting to be concerned about my own changes. That spoiled a bit of our vacation, but still our girls didn’t notice those changes.
Anyway we went to some interesting spots, trying to forget the situation I was in. Though trying hard to escape the fact, we eventually met a Kahuna. Carol explained that he was a witch doctor in the local culture, and the knowledgable in the field of magic and supernatural, especially those occurring here.
I thought, “he could have pulled me out of all those changes and returned me to my former self, so why not asked him for help,” and I inquired him about my future. After some deep thoughts and calculations on his side, he then said outright, “You may be seeing the most profound changes in your future, namely on your body.”
I knew partly what he meant, but then, not fully. I asked where the changes were heading or if there were any ways to stop and revert them, but the Kahuna had no idea. He said he had never seen something like this, and mine was the first case in his or his ancestors’ life to see something like this happening on myself. He was not of any help, but at least, after a few days, I should visit him and deal with the results.
July 7
It was worse today: 3 inches more and now it was 5’9”. The skin was a lot smoother and the clothes I had bought no longer fit well. They were all hanging on my body or sliding for being to loose. The hair now reached below my forming breasts and I needed my wife to tie it into some style she’d seen somewhere in a magazine- I was not into those styles, and the hair made me a queer to others.
Every part of my body were much slimmer now, my bust was sprawling out of control, and I appeared closed enough to a woman. Now even my girls had noticed my changes, and in fact my girls thought they’d lost their father, yelling at me as if I was some stranger intruding into their family. Quite some people were looking at us and thinking that we were lesbians, giving us a weird face or simply a stare.
I knew I should stay indoors, but we had to buy some women’s clothes for myself to, since my old clothes no longer fitted. A clinic visit and the doctor claimed everything was fine. He actually thought I was always a woman and doubted if I had fake memories of being a man. I had to find the Kahuna tomorrow. Today we were in no mood for any visits and we mostly stayed at the hotel, worrying the future of us. I really hoped things would be better later on.
July 8
I was down to 5’5”, and now I was completely a woman: I was speaking with a high-pitched voice and my groin was completely feminine, without a sign of anything masculinity existing anywhere. While the damage was done, I would be stabilising.
My mind had also changed: I was no longer attracted to my wife, since I was now a woman, and all those desires at “my” wife now seemed disgusting. That was certainly the beginnings for a divorce, and we had a hard time deciding how the family would break up and what should the cover-up be. Finally, we had decided that the two girls would follow her, and she would claim that my old self was killed in an accident, the details she would think of later when needed.
I would be doing the rest on my own, setting up my new identity- and that was the least of my worries. Since the old me was gone, I need to find a work from nought and things would be rather harsh for me, Though that would be for later when we got back.
My ex-wife, now my close friend, tried lying to the girls on what happened, but that was difficult since they witnessed the changes first-hand. I added in my own, but these didn’t help. In their instincts there were some hidden sense of what really happened, but they weren’t conscious of it. That ended in them crying for their father to be back, saying that someone had taken him and placed a woman in his place.
Certainly, I would visit the Kahuna tomorrow to deal with my state.
July 9
Things did stabilise since the changes were complete. We kept up the lies to Carol, and not really knowing the truth she took it completely, seeing that we’d come here without the husband at all.
The Kahuna was confused when I stated my old identity, and he hardly believed that I was really the one who visited him. In fact, it seemed that he had forgotten my visit 2 days ago, saying that he had no business that day. How could I be cured when the only help saw no problem with me, and forgot the existence of my problems? It seemed that I was beyond help on changing myself back.
July 10
The reality changed completely, and only my ex-wife remembered vaguely anything about my past identity, alongside a new set of memories based on my new identity, more vivid and real than made up. She was as confused as I were when Carol asked my ex-wife, “how was you widowed?” To my surprise, my ex-wife responded as if I wasn’t her husband, and described the death of her husband.
By this stage, no one remembered my old identity and investigate the change, so I would never know why I changed and what entity did the change when the changes never were.
July 11
The last day of the vacation with my old friend and her 2 girls, the first time she was so pleased after the death of her husband in an industrial accident. Oddly, I clearly remembered the life her husband, despite never living his life, but then, maybe I was too gripped by his death. I couldn’t know for sure.
I drove the car back to the airport with my friend and our guide Carol, who was reliable and quirky despite our first impression of her being mediocre. Halfway through the freeway, Carol stopped us to a request of taking my friend’s 2 girls out for the beach. She said, “that was the best sand I had seen in my life.” We allowed her to the girls, and my friend left the car to watch them playing around.
Then I leaned over and said, “I could remember the life of your husband well, and he was a responsible man, focused on both work and family. It is bad for you to lose such a great husband,” my friend smiled, and sipping from the cup of coffee, she said, “this trip is enough to forget the pain of my husband, and we can start again after this trip.”
We thanked Carol and boarded the plane back to San Francisco, where we would take trains back in the interior. When I’m back I will face my class again, and that was quite pressuring even for me.
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We arrived at Honolulu today on independence day and there would be fireworks tonight. It would be the first time my 2 girls saw fireworks that big and they would be entertained as much as thrilled, very unforgettable for them.
Arriving at the airport I hired a local guide by the name of Carol. She was a hippie fashioning herself in a cool way, but still she claimed to be an experienced guide and had visited many spots here. I had no way to be sure, but guide or not, I needed to relax.
At least she was be to find a good 1959 Cadillac Eldorado for us. This way, I could drive around the islands like what my wife suggested, and know more about the local sights while Carol introduced the scenery en route.
Not much was done today save for driving around Oahu. settling in the hotel room, not one of the best, but good enough for our trip here. After some rest, we went out to see the fireworks, and my girls were at awe at how spectacular the performance was. We had a magnificent start for our days here, and it was going to be a pleasurable vacation for my family and myself. I hoped everything would be great for my family and I would get some quality time-off from my work.
July 5
I woke up and found myself an inch shorter, and I was now 6’2” instead of 6’3” originally. I was not sure how I could shrink, but then, nothing else changed on my appearance and no one in my family noticed. I was reasonably startled, but then, I should find a doctor when the vacation was over.
For today, we went to the Waikiki where my girls played with the pristine seawater and we, the couple, lie on beach chairs, feeling the soft and refreshing sea breeze and listening to the waves. A clean break from the months of toil in the plant, when long build-up of stress met some relaxation. I threw any thoughts of me shrinking away and embraced the sunshine.
July 6
I shrank another 2 inches, and I barely reached 6’. My frame was less muscular, and somehow my chest and butt was starting to inflate. My wife woke up and noticed my hairs growing to the shoulders, and was quite surprised. She didn’t knew what was happening, but then neither did I and I couldn’t explain very well. How could I have seen it coming? In spite of that, since the changes were now visible to someone careful enough to observe, we were starting to be concerned about my own changes. That spoiled a bit of our vacation, but still our girls didn’t notice those changes.
Anyway we went to some interesting spots, trying to forget the situation I was in. Though trying hard to escape the fact, we eventually met a Kahuna. Carol explained that he was a witch doctor in the local culture, and the knowledgable in the field of magic and supernatural, especially those occurring here.
I thought, “he could have pulled me out of all those changes and returned me to my former self, so why not asked him for help,” and I inquired him about my future. After some deep thoughts and calculations on his side, he then said outright, “You may be seeing the most profound changes in your future, namely on your body.”
I knew partly what he meant, but then, not fully. I asked where the changes were heading or if there were any ways to stop and revert them, but the Kahuna had no idea. He said he had never seen something like this, and mine was the first case in his or his ancestors’ life to see something like this happening on myself. He was not of any help, but at least, after a few days, I should visit him and deal with the results.
July 7
It was worse today: 3 inches more and now it was 5’9”. The skin was a lot smoother and the clothes I had bought no longer fit well. They were all hanging on my body or sliding for being to loose. The hair now reached below my forming breasts and I needed my wife to tie it into some style she’d seen somewhere in a magazine- I was not into those styles, and the hair made me a queer to others.
Every part of my body were much slimmer now, my bust was sprawling out of control, and I appeared closed enough to a woman. Now even my girls had noticed my changes, and in fact my girls thought they’d lost their father, yelling at me as if I was some stranger intruding into their family. Quite some people were looking at us and thinking that we were lesbians, giving us a weird face or simply a stare.
I knew I should stay indoors, but we had to buy some women’s clothes for myself to, since my old clothes no longer fitted. A clinic visit and the doctor claimed everything was fine. He actually thought I was always a woman and doubted if I had fake memories of being a man. I had to find the Kahuna tomorrow. Today we were in no mood for any visits and we mostly stayed at the hotel, worrying the future of us. I really hoped things would be better later on.
July 8
I was down to 5’5”, and now I was completely a woman: I was speaking with a high-pitched voice and my groin was completely feminine, without a sign of anything masculinity existing anywhere. While the damage was done, I would be stabilising.
My mind had also changed: I was no longer attracted to my wife, since I was now a woman, and all those desires at “my” wife now seemed disgusting. That was certainly the beginnings for a divorce, and we had a hard time deciding how the family would break up and what should the cover-up be. Finally, we had decided that the two girls would follow her, and she would claim that my old self was killed in an accident, the details she would think of later when needed.
I would be doing the rest on my own, setting up my new identity- and that was the least of my worries. Since the old me was gone, I need to find a work from nought and things would be rather harsh for me, Though that would be for later when we got back.
My ex-wife, now my close friend, tried lying to the girls on what happened, but that was difficult since they witnessed the changes first-hand. I added in my own, but these didn’t help. In their instincts there were some hidden sense of what really happened, but they weren’t conscious of it. That ended in them crying for their father to be back, saying that someone had taken him and placed a woman in his place.
Certainly, I would visit the Kahuna tomorrow to deal with my state.
July 9
Things did stabilise since the changes were complete. We kept up the lies to Carol, and not really knowing the truth she took it completely, seeing that we’d come here without the husband at all.
The Kahuna was confused when I stated my old identity, and he hardly believed that I was really the one who visited him. In fact, it seemed that he had forgotten my visit 2 days ago, saying that he had no business that day. How could I be cured when the only help saw no problem with me, and forgot the existence of my problems? It seemed that I was beyond help on changing myself back.
July 10
The reality changed completely, and only my ex-wife remembered vaguely anything about my past identity, alongside a new set of memories based on my new identity, more vivid and real than made up. She was as confused as I were when Carol asked my ex-wife, “how was you widowed?” To my surprise, my ex-wife responded as if I wasn’t her husband, and described the death of her husband.
By this stage, no one remembered my old identity and investigate the change, so I would never know why I changed and what entity did the change when the changes never were.
July 11
The last day of the vacation with my old friend and her 2 girls, the first time she was so pleased after the death of her husband in an industrial accident. Oddly, I clearly remembered the life her husband, despite never living his life, but then, maybe I was too gripped by his death. I couldn’t know for sure.
I drove the car back to the airport with my friend and our guide Carol, who was reliable and quirky despite our first impression of her being mediocre. Halfway through the freeway, Carol stopped us to a request of taking my friend’s 2 girls out for the beach. She said, “that was the best sand I had seen in my life.” We allowed her to the girls, and my friend left the car to watch them playing around.
Then I leaned over and said, “I could remember the life of your husband well, and he was a responsible man, focused on both work and family. It is bad for you to lose such a great husband,” my friend smiled, and sipping from the cup of coffee, she said, “this trip is enough to forget the pain of my husband, and we can start again after this trip.”
We thanked Carol and boarded the plane back to San Francisco, where we would take trains back in the interior. When I’m back I will face my class again, and that was quite pressuring even for me.
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Wednesday, June 28, 2017
The Drug of Growth
In the living room Becky’s father Tom took out a drug brought from a bioengineering company he worked in. It had no labels except for a plain one with “Age Progression Drug” printed on it. Otherwise, the bottle was no different from the average medication, which he was taking home regularly.
Becky noticed the bottle and asked Tom, “Age Pro-gre-shun Drug?” “It’s progression, my girl,” Tom replied. Becky was only 3 and too young to comprehend complex words like “progression”, and mistakes like that were understandable.
“What’s that? Is it candy?” Despite the apparent “Drug” label and its non-resemblance to any kind of sweets Becky had ever seen, it was close enough to children vitamin pill Tom often gave her as some kind of “candy”. Lies are bad, but for her to swallow the vitamin they were necessary. The pink color of the pills further reinforced that image Becky had in mind.
Tom picked up the bottle and sank into deep thought. “Each pill results in age progression of 1 year and rapid acceleration of mental age growth*. To reverse the effect try our Age Regression Drug. Effectiveness not guaranteed and side-effects vary from none to disability and death. Consider carefully before use.” Tom read the small text on the side of the bottle, and in his mind his wife’s want and his reason combated.
His wife Joan mothered Becky at the ripe age of 44, and through in vitro fertilization after one and a half decades of attempt. Child-bearing at this old age meant the loss of 15 years of precious growth in Becky, and when the idea hit her she was uncomfortable. She thought, “could we warp the fabrics of time for us to have the appropriate age?”
It was either reinvigorating Joan or skipping Becky’s childhood, but neither time warping or changing someone’s age were a thing of fiction- until Tom’s company initiated a new research in human growth and regression. Now that the research was in its human testing phase, he informed Joan of the groundbreaking discovery, in which Joan saw the only hope.
There was a small surplus of one of the drug since one of the subjects died of uncontrollable ageing and his portion was spared. Being in the right position as the head of testing process, Tom secretly embezzled the portion and placed it in a prototype bottle given to him by a friend in the marketing team.
Though aware of the project, Tom was not truly clear of the drug’s potency as it was kept secret to the testers, so he had to refer to the bottle for any effect. And he counted, 1, 2, 3, a total of 14 pills, enough to age Becky from 3 to 17. That would close the gap just right if Joan ever used that, he reminded himself.
The idea would be his wife’s pleasure, but to himself, it was his worst decision: first he went against his conscience to loot from his company which had deep trust in him, and then he was about to erase his dear girl’s childhood…
Joan came in and took the bottle away. I could had stopped it at the last moment, Tom regretted.
Becky stood in the bathroom naked, only facing a ready Joan. “Come on, you will have those candies. Now count them and eat them one by one.” Without knowledge Becky obliged. By the time she finished all that was in the bottle, the one standing in front of Joan was no longer an infant, but a girl at her high school age. Long hair of a nightly blue color had grown, tied by her mother into an outdated hairstyle.
Joan went out to pick the teenage clothes she had prepared beforehand, but she couldn’t find her husband. He had left.
Tom left in the grief of his baby girl’s loss to age- something he made real firsthand by bringing the drug to a willing Joan. With beer he was revelling in the temporary relief of drunkenness and in forgetting that his girl was no longer there. He decided to stay away from home for some time, or even leaving Joan with a divorce, to start a new life. But for tonight he needed a bed and breakfast.
The first thing to do for the now grown up Becky was to enrol in the local high school, of course, even though her mind was far less than ready. School were almost incomprehensible at first, but by the end of the day she got the idea of most of the subjects. On top of that, new friends were made, something she was eager to do as a newcomer to both the environment and age, though everyone treated her as mentally stunned as it was wont.
At the end of the day, with the new sketch book and crayon, Becky drew the scene of her first day in school, something she was glad of meeting so much new friends and having so much fun!
Tom sneaked into the backyard of his house not to be discovered, and he witnessed now adolescent Becky drawing as if she was still stuck at 3. Tom remembered the small note after the asterisk:
*Mental growth rates vary across users and aspects of mentality. Additional information including (but not limited to) personality, memories and knowledge.
All art used here are under fair use.
Becky noticed the bottle and asked Tom, “Age Pro-gre-shun Drug?” “It’s progression, my girl,” Tom replied. Becky was only 3 and too young to comprehend complex words like “progression”, and mistakes like that were understandable.
“What’s that? Is it candy?” Despite the apparent “Drug” label and its non-resemblance to any kind of sweets Becky had ever seen, it was close enough to children vitamin pill Tom often gave her as some kind of “candy”. Lies are bad, but for her to swallow the vitamin they were necessary. The pink color of the pills further reinforced that image Becky had in mind.
Tom picked up the bottle and sank into deep thought. “Each pill results in age progression of 1 year and rapid acceleration of mental age growth*. To reverse the effect try our Age Regression Drug. Effectiveness not guaranteed and side-effects vary from none to disability and death. Consider carefully before use.” Tom read the small text on the side of the bottle, and in his mind his wife’s want and his reason combated.
His wife Joan mothered Becky at the ripe age of 44, and through in vitro fertilization after one and a half decades of attempt. Child-bearing at this old age meant the loss of 15 years of precious growth in Becky, and when the idea hit her she was uncomfortable. She thought, “could we warp the fabrics of time for us to have the appropriate age?”
It was either reinvigorating Joan or skipping Becky’s childhood, but neither time warping or changing someone’s age were a thing of fiction- until Tom’s company initiated a new research in human growth and regression. Now that the research was in its human testing phase, he informed Joan of the groundbreaking discovery, in which Joan saw the only hope.
There was a small surplus of one of the drug since one of the subjects died of uncontrollable ageing and his portion was spared. Being in the right position as the head of testing process, Tom secretly embezzled the portion and placed it in a prototype bottle given to him by a friend in the marketing team.
Though aware of the project, Tom was not truly clear of the drug’s potency as it was kept secret to the testers, so he had to refer to the bottle for any effect. And he counted, 1, 2, 3, a total of 14 pills, enough to age Becky from 3 to 17. That would close the gap just right if Joan ever used that, he reminded himself.
The idea would be his wife’s pleasure, but to himself, it was his worst decision: first he went against his conscience to loot from his company which had deep trust in him, and then he was about to erase his dear girl’s childhood…
Joan came in and took the bottle away. I could had stopped it at the last moment, Tom regretted.
Becky stood in the bathroom naked, only facing a ready Joan. “Come on, you will have those candies. Now count them and eat them one by one.” Without knowledge Becky obliged. By the time she finished all that was in the bottle, the one standing in front of Joan was no longer an infant, but a girl at her high school age. Long hair of a nightly blue color had grown, tied by her mother into an outdated hairstyle.
Joan went out to pick the teenage clothes she had prepared beforehand, but she couldn’t find her husband. He had left.
Tom left in the grief of his baby girl’s loss to age- something he made real firsthand by bringing the drug to a willing Joan. With beer he was revelling in the temporary relief of drunkenness and in forgetting that his girl was no longer there. He decided to stay away from home for some time, or even leaving Joan with a divorce, to start a new life. But for tonight he needed a bed and breakfast.
The first thing to do for the now grown up Becky was to enrol in the local high school, of course, even though her mind was far less than ready. School were almost incomprehensible at first, but by the end of the day she got the idea of most of the subjects. On top of that, new friends were made, something she was eager to do as a newcomer to both the environment and age, though everyone treated her as mentally stunned as it was wont.
At the end of the day, with the new sketch book and crayon, Becky drew the scene of her first day in school, something she was glad of meeting so much new friends and having so much fun!
Tom sneaked into the backyard of his house not to be discovered, and he witnessed now adolescent Becky drawing as if she was still stuck at 3. Tom remembered the small note after the asterisk:
*Mental growth rates vary across users and aspects of mentality. Additional information including (but not limited to) personality, memories and knowledge.
All art used here are under fair use.
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
TG Milk
I took a day-off to investigate. I drove to where the farm selling that milk was located 100 miles away from my house. The farmhouse was not unlike any other one, and it really suited the image of a farm to us city folks: rustic but decently maintained. Everything appeared to be normal, with some cows out in the pasture and some in the barn. There was only one thing that seemed off: the farm was populated only by a short-haired brunette in her mid-20s, who was sweeping the barn. The part of her which immediately caught my attention was the largest bust I’ve ever seen: about 41”, bigger than the biggest of all celebrities and even more than humanly and naturally possible. Maybe getting fresh milk every day really gives you an advantage, not just in height.
If I didn’t shouted out first, she would barely noticed me. “Hello?”
She looked up and replied hastily, "What's the matter and who’re you?"
"I'm investigating this farm for a news site, and I'm interested at the milk your cows produce."
"More of you media guys. Since I've found this pasture's special properties I've been getting lots of attention. Come in," so it seemed that the properties were due to the land; if you move the cows away it will soon produce normal milk. This fueled my interest and might prove the authenticity, and I passed through the gate to meet her. Now she left her broom behind and was tending the cows and extracting some milk as professional as she could. Not that girls can’t do that, but her age seemed too young to have such expertise. Besides, by no means could a farm be owned all by herself, without it being a part of inheritance passed to her after her parents’ early death. I might be prejudiced in these however, but I still thought I should inquire.
"You are so professional at such a young age. Did your parents train you since your childhood? Or did your parents left you at an early age..." things just couldn't fit together as a coherent account of her past, so there must be some missing piece I couldn't have imagined. Or what? But then she countered, "Don't trust my appearance, I've been raising cows for over 40 years." 40 years? That was probably longer than her life. How could she appeared to be in her 20s? Or maybe she started her career since she was a baby, I couldn’t have guessed it. How could she have achieved this impressive feat?
"I don’t know you appeared younger than you are." “Yeah, I’m actually older than I appear, and this was all due to the milk produced here...” It was a year before I visited the farm, and the land where it stood had always been used for sheep since the first settlers and even among Indians, until that point. No one knew why, except from some tales passed down from the Indians to ranchers and pastors: Some tribe new to the area once tried to raise cattle here and consume their meat, and soon they found out all of their men have become women completely. They dispersed and nearby tribes came to know this pasture as a sacred site of their own goddess of fertility, that if one ate or drank what was produced on the site, he would become fertile in the form of a woman. The native tribes did warn the settlers and these lore stuck as some local legend. Even though the advent of modern biology proved that biological sex was determined by unalterable DNA and not magic, local farmers still believed in the tales and only raised sheep for wool there.
Not Matt, who moved in with his wife from the nearby state after buying some land on the alleged sacred site. He might have listened to a few tales of supernatural, but being rational he shook them off as mere fantasy and imagination. So was this tale of gender-swapping, impossible even for modern technology. He planned to move his dairy farm there and informed his neighbors of his decision, and their only responses were a precautious “No”. Determined to ignore a superstitious folk, he ignored them and went on with the venture.
He spent money on some farm buildings, moved some Frisian milk cows and equipment into the farm, and raised them for sometime. Before selling any of the milk produced here he was to taste it to judge the quality of the land. One morning he poured a cup of fresh milk and drank it himself. It was the smoothest milk he had ever drunk, as smooth as silk if you have eaten them, and replete with the strongest of aroma. It reminded him of breast milk, or the image of a mother feeding her babies, but he simply could be remembering those baseless tales. Like a baby to breast milk he carved for more and extracted liters for himself.
Soon his body was warmed all over, and he took it as a sign of cold. But then his body started to nudge and he ran to the mirror to check himself. To his horror and denial, he was changing: first his skin was progressively lightened and untanned, with a few scars on his arms and legs disappearing. Then his frame started to shrink, gradually from 6’ to a mere 5’7”, a bit too short for a male. Then his body hairs started to fall off, except for his top and intimate parts and elsewhere becoming shorter and less dense. His shoulders was tightened and the width went to his hips, while his butt was gaining weight. All his muscles was melting into fat and a moderate pair of bust appeared above a flattened and narrower abs. This effect spread to his limbs, shortened, thinned and more delicate than yesterday. He looked into his face, not spared by this wave of feminization: his nose was less protruding and the eyes was becoming bigger, his face shifted to become that of a young woman, and his skull was now more round and smaller. His hair grew a bit, but it failed to reach his shoulders.
“Damn!” He shouted in a voice several pitches higher than his usual one. In his throat his Adam’s apple ceased to exist. “No more?” In a sudden his groin was hit by an unseen force and she fell to the ground by the intense pain. She checked her pants, and found out that her manhood and balls was no longer there. Instead there was only the organ of fertility. With the pain she screamed and lay on the floor. The screech was loud enough to woke the wife up, who could not find in the living room her weathered husband in his 50s, but only a young woman in her 20s.
Matt, or Matty as she would later call herself, tried to explain all the odd effects of the milk, but at most she could only get lukewarm acceptance by the wife. The wife, then considering herself widowed, moved away; and this left Matty with her farm, which now had no value except after shifting to sheep- something she was not familiar with. To salvage the farm she did some research on gender-swapping, and concluded that, judging from the existence of a LGBT community, she could sell some of the milk over the web to them. There were and still are a lot of buyers for this milk, who had also thought gender-swapping by drinking a milk until they tried out her farm’s milk and saw the success of the milk on their bodies. “This is how TG milk come into being. I still don’t know how something as simple as a milk produced in a particular site can change one’s gender, but at least I can sell my milk and sustain myself. Besides, I don’t mind about being a girl, since I can still work here and still strong enough to move thing around. There’s also a benefit, that I can live for a few decade more at better health.”
“So the legend is true after all.” By the way, on the page selling the milk, it was also mentioned that the milk can enlarge someone’s breasts; I looked at Matty’s breasts again, and become convinced that she had been drinking the milk after the incident. What I guessed was right: after a month of drinking the milk every day, her breasts went from 32” to the size I saw that day. In fact she actually seemed to had overdone it, since 41” was actually slightly impractical for the kind of farm work Matty did daily. But then anyone have their choices.
I thanked her for the interview and exited the farm. Driving back to my home, I recounted of my encounter with her, and doubted whether nature could do this to an otherwise normal pasture, or if I was in a deep dream. Of course, I was dreaming it up all the way, but so were those who had gained new lives after drinking this TG milk, and those who continue to pass these tale of the sacred site down to the next generation.
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