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The Junk Shop: Random Trades - Part 3: Jeremy's Changes

An unnecessary sequel by TAN?UKI Based on a series by Hooves

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Jeremy sat on the toilet, leaning forward with his hips and staring at the floor as he relieved himself.

It was one of the little things he missed about having a penis: standing up to pee. Before, he'd just whip it out and go behind a bush, but now, he had to find a toilet and actually sit down. It also didn't help that the hormones raging through his body were making him go several times a day, or that, when he'd tried to hold it in for too long, it had started to leak.

It had been almost a week since he'd lost his cock in that stupid "Random Trades Game". He'd seen a flash of hoof and tail and assumed it was a stallion, or at least a bull on the other end of the machine. No, stupid him, he hadn't even considered it might actually be a mare, and now, with the the Junk Shop closed down, he had to live with her big black pussy between his legs...

The doorhandle rattled, "H-hey bro, I gotta go!" Leeroy, his older brother, shouted from the other side.

"Hang on a second, I just finished!" he said, reaching for the toilet paper.

Wiping was another thing he was still getting used to: as far as the mare pussy protruded, he couldn't just shake it off. He suppressed a shiver as he pressed the paper over the wet drip, soaking it up like Leeroy's girlfriend had showed him, so it wouldn't get on his clothes or give him some sort of infection.

"Hurry!" he heard his brothers hooves dancing against the floor outside the door.

"I'm hurrying!"

"Nevermind..." his brother groaned.

"No, I'll just be a second!" He dropped the wet toilet paper and stood up, not bothering to flush or put pants on as he ran over and opened the door.

Leeroy was standing there, hands over his face, pants tossed aside, a yellow puffiness settling into the adult pull-up diaper he was wearing "Too late."

"O-oh..." Jeremy winced, "Sorry bro."

He was starting to think maybe his brother had gotten the worse end of things: he still had male genitalia, but it was like some sort of "baby penis", leaving him incontinent and impotent. His girlfriend had literally doubled over, unable to control her hysterical laughter when she saw it. It was the first time he'd ever seen his brother break down and cry.

Fortunately, she'd been understanding, and said they could get back together once he was whole again. At least he hadn't lost his girlfriend, though he'd felt a bit inadequate as he listened to the sounds of her squealing with delight as the two guys in the neighboring dorm, both still endowed with big meaty cocks, took turns seeing to her needs late into the night.

They'd invited Jeremy to join them next, flopping their fat manhoods at him, still wet from her juices and their own semen, offering to give him a good time with his new pussy while she went back to cuddling with his brother. Jeremy had cringed, not just at the forward display of genuine sexual interest, but at the part of himself that had been tempted to try it out. After all, he had a female sex for the weekend, why not give it a spin?

Resisting the advances of the all-male dorm-hall had been difficult, but he'd been glad to know it was only for a couple days.

That was before Monday, when they'd learned the Junk Shop had closed indefinitely, and there'd be no new swaps for who knows how long.

Since then, he'd been checking the internet by the hour, waiting for any news whatsoever on when he'd be able to get this thing off of him.

"Could be a few weeks while they settle it, could take years..." the queer Hyena's words echoed in his head, "Hell, they might never reopen again!"

He shuddered at the thought.

He looked in the mirror, frowning at his naked crotch.

He'd never been a fan of mare junk. The way it stuck out like an oversized exclamation point, the way it squirmed visibly when they were aroused... That was between his legs now. If he'd been forced to pick a pussy to be stuck with, it wouldn't have been a horse's, that's for sure, and it definitely wouldn't have been this color: jet black, showing up like an ink-stain against his white crotch fur.

He glanced up at his shirt, noticing the odd way it hung. With a groan of annoyance, he pulled it off, letting it rest on the counter. His nipples had been getting puffier, and now he could see that they were getting wider too, developing into what might become a pair of ample breasts. He felt at them, noticing how sensitive they were becoming as they started to round out, and ran his hands down his sides, feeling where they were tightening in to give him a more feminine midsection, and pushing out to give him some womanly hips. He knew the changes would only get more extreme as the powerful hormones acted on his body.

He pulled his underwear on, a pair of panties Leeroy's girlfriend had been kind enough to lend him. They were pink, a color he wasn't too fond of, but at least they weren't the lacy lingerie she'd brought to show his brother. He adjusted the pad in place before looking back up, blushing as he noticed how effeminate he looked in the mirror.

When the swap first happened, he'd been slim, and perhaps even a little curvy, for a guy, rocking that veguely androgynous pretty-boy look that girls were so fond of. Now though, with the panties covering his unsightly genitals, he was starting to look more like a tall teenaged girl who'd grown into her height early and was just developing her womanhood.

Jeremy blushed deeper as he realized, if he'd seen a girl who looked like this a few years ago, he'd've totally hit on her.

...and now, other guys were starting to hit on him...

He pulled on his t-shirt and left the bathroom.

He'd given up on wearing pants around the dorm room over the weekend: he'd been going through hot-flashes, making them uncomfortable to wear. The heat had gotten more bearable by monday, but now his hips and ass were getting plump, making them hard to deal with. He wouldn't have dared go like this in public, but here, the only person who'd see him was his brother, who had shown absolutely no interest. (and even if he had, he didn't have enough of a dick to even masturbate to him)

Jeremy sat down at his computer, pulling up the campus website. "Hey," he said, turning to his brother, "I'm gonna make an appointment with the campus clinic, see if they can do anything about this. You want me to make you one too?"

"Ah, that's a good idea..." Leeroy nodded, "At least a doctor's note for classes."

Jeremy nodded back. He hadn't been able to do much homework over the weekend, and the ongoing crisis with his body was an ongoing distraction. Fortunately, their professors had been very understanding, allowing them to skip classes for the past couple days and complete the work at home. He still worried he much have to drop one or two though...

Unfortunately, the clinic didn't have any openings for the rest of the week, but they had two open slots at the same time on monday morning, which he snapped up using his and his brothers' student ID numbers.

He sighed, realizing that meant another 4 days of feeling that burning tension in his loins without even understanding what was going on with his body, but he pulled up the website for his math class: he might as well try to distract himself with homework until then...

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"Well, young man, it seems you do indeed have a set of fully functioning female horse genitals."

Jeremy squirmed uncomfortably as the doctor poked around inside that weird little hole between his legs.

The doctor pressed the cold metal probe deeper, causing Jeremy to whimper. "Seems to have a good depth too, and a very healthy amount of fluids..."

He hit something that made Jeremy shiver uncomfortably, and started moving it around against it, "Ahh! Wha... What are you... What is..." he cringed hard.

"Fully intact cervix." the doctor noted, "I dare say, you have quite the depth here..." he started to pull it out, struggling a little against the squeezing, "...strong too! The previous owner must've been quite sexually active!"

"Wait... what?" Jeremy grunted.

"Sexual activity exercises the vaginal muscles, contrary to popular mythos." the doctor explained, stepping over to the sink to wash his probe off, "Whoever this belonged to likely had professional training, if she wasn't a professional sex worker all together." He glanced back at the goat, who was wiping off with a paper towel before pulling his panties and pad back on, "How did you say you got this again?"

"There was this weird game in the back of the Junk Shop near campus that some of the guys were at, the Random Trades Game, where the players get swapped with a complete stranger. We'd been drinking, and I thought I saw a stallion going in..." he cringed, "...But it was a mare."

"Ah, a back alley trade at the Junk Shop you say..." the doctor nodded in thought.

"Yeah, you know, that place where people get piercings and recolors and implants and change their parts out..."

"Yes, modding. Very dangerous thing." the elderly doctor frowned, "Used to be done by unlicensed 'cutters' in dimly lit rooms, where you'd only hear about it when the police got involved, but then a group of shady characters somehow figured out how to make it legal. The body is a fully functional machine, built to purpose by millenia of evolution: it was never meant to have parts taken away and put back on, bones re-adjusted for different movements, limbs and organs replaced with metal, plastic, and machinery... You know how many patients I've seen without heartbeats in the past few years? The engineering students are having them removed for 'inline pumps' or whatever they're called." he scoffed, throwing his hands in the air, "Say they're good for late night studying!"

He paced as he went on, working himself up, "And don't get me started on how strange some of these 'Modders' have made themselves look, with their mismatched limbs, implanted horns, and strange colors. Why, just the other day I saw a dog with a feral frontside and wings in the back!"

"Doc, can we focus?" Jeremy winced, "I'm the one growing tits here!"

"Ah, yes, well..." the old basset was brought off his tangent, "It appears you're going through a very extreme equivalent of female puberty, which is causing you to rapidly develop secondary sex characteristics to go with your primary ones. You'll also continue to overheat, and the only thing to solve that is to wear less clothing and drink more water." He started typing some notes into the file on the computer, "In the other cases I saw like this, two boys on two occasions, the onset of changes were very rapid. I don't understand the details of the swapping process, so I can't say exactly why, but it seems to set off the ovaries' need to feminize the body. And with the ovaries meant for a full-grown mare inside you, the results will only be more extreme." He looked Jeremy in the eyes, "I'd say, unless you want to transition into being a female, you should go back and get that swap undone immediately!"

"I can't!" Jeremy cried, "They got closed down because of the game, and no one else in town does swaps!"

"Oh... Well I'm glad to hear that!" the doctor smiled. "Though, I suppose that means you're stuck with this until they reopen... if they reopen..."

"Please doc! I can't turn into a girl!" Jeremy cried, "There's gotta be something I can do!"

"Well, I suppose you could go the old fashioned way..."

"The old fashioned way?"

"Before the mod shop started doing these surgical alterations, trans-men, people who want to transition from female to male, would take drugs to change their hormones." the doctor explained, "It's not a process that's been common in the past few years since 'Junk Swapping' became widely accessible, but you might be able to do something with that."

"Awesome!" Jeremy jumped off the table, "When can I get a prescription?"

"Oh, I can't prescribe you that: it's considered a psychiatric issue. You'll have to talk to the campus psychologist's office about that."

"Oh, ok... Well, thanks." he sighed, "I wasn't even sure there was anything I could do, but at least that's something..."

"You're welcome my boy!" the doctor nodded with a smile, "In the meantime, I'll write you a mild prescription to help with the symptoms, and I'll have the receptionist print you some pamphlets on feminine hygine and puberty. That way, you'll have a bit of information on how to handle the changes your body is going through... at least until you go into heat."

"You... think I'm gonna go into heat doc?" he cringed.

The doctor nodded firmly, "Your hormones indicate you have healthy ovaries, and healthy ovaries eventually ovulate. I'm sorry to tell you this, my boy, but you're likely going to go through some very dramatic life changes if you can't get on a hormone treatment plan soon..."

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Jeremy groaned as he entered the dorm room.

"Any luck?" Leeroy asked, looking up from a textbook, legs still damp from a shower.

"The doctor said there's some kinda hormone therapy that would fix this, but I needed to go through a psychiatrist to get it." Jeremy walked to the bed, tossing his backpack on it, "CAPS didn't have an opening until Thursday, so I have to wait until then."

"That sucks bro."

"They able to do anything for you?"

"Nah, just some advice on how to uh... 'maintain things' down there, and told me to come back if there's any issues from the uh... diapers." he cringed at Jeremy, "How you holding up?"

"Fine, other than the heat and the dripping. Doctor prescribed me some stuff, but I gotta wait for the pharmacy to get it." he scowled, walking back towards their bathroom. "Hey, you gonna be ok if I take a shower? I gotta get this sweat off me."

"Nah, I uh... made sure it was all out."

Jeremy nodded, stepping into the bathroom, shutting the door before pulling off his hot, sweaty long pants and heavy shirt. He turned the water on before looking at himself in the mirror.

Where, a week ago, he'd looked like a girl just starting puberty, he now looked more like a teenager in the throes of it.

His face and figure had gotten girlier since he'd made the appointment last week, with his hips widening and his tits now clearly visible, even when he had a t-shirt on. He'd squirmed from the sensitivity when the doctor had felt them.

His loins still burned with need, dripping and tickling at all hours, which had been a huge distraction in class: he'd gone through more than a few pantiliners at this point. The doctor was probably right that he needed to wear less clothing, but the changes were humiliating, and he didn't want every guy on campus thinking he was less of a man now.

At least they wouldn't see that weird mare-pussy, he thought as he slipped off his panties and entered the shower.

He let the warm water run through his fur, rinsing away that feminine smelling sweat. At least the water felt good, but he was just sooo horny...

He reached down to rub at that swollen mound, letting out a soft moan at how sensitive it had gotten.

That huge clit winked against his hand, which made him wince a little at how strange and gross it was, but that burning need urged him on.

He kept rubbing the fleshy mound, running his fingers beside his tingly labia, ignoring the next wink.

He slipped his middle finger in, like he had with his last girlfriend. He sighed: he hadn't realized how nice that gentle tugging felt as it pulled at the edge of that sensitive hole. He slipped the other middle finger in, spreading himself wider as he got a bit rougher.

He looked through the glass door of the shower, seeing that sexy reflection in the mirror, obscured from the waist-down. The girl in the mirror wasn't just feminine, she was sexy, and now, he found himself wanting to fuck her.

He began to masturbate to his own reflection, imagining he was fucking the girl in the mirror, that the feeling of the soft, wet flesh against his fingers was the feeling enveloping his cock.

"Yeah Big Boy..." he sighed in a convincingly girly voice, pretending it was the sound of a woman he was fucking, moaning for him as he entered her.

He pressed those fingers deeper, pressing harder against his front as he imagined being a huge muscled ram, like a star linebacker, thrusting into a hot little lady goat, his huge cock bare inside her dripping snatch.

"Oh Jeremy..." he whimpered, driving himself along, "...You're so big!"

He humped at his hand a little, imagining he was humping into that pretty girl, making sure to really grind his clitoral hood against his palm, his juices dripping down his fingers with the warm water running over his body.

"Ohh... fuck!" he squeaked, "Your cock feels so... so... !!!"

Jeremy dropped to his knees, dropping any semblance of restraint as he started to grind himself hard.

He heard his own girly voice let out a whine as he jammed his fingers deeper, imagining he was riding on that manly ram's big cock, his cute little goat pussy being penetrated to the hilt, that girth so deep inside him his stomach bulged.

He let out the breathy moan of a woman in the throes of passion as he pushed his fingers as deep as they'd go, his free hand scrambling up his chest to grope and pinch at his sensitive nipples, imagining the hot ram pounding his pussy was enthralled by every inch of his body.

He felt himself start to tense as the burning sensation in his cunt started to go into overdrive. He wanted it, needed more!

He was desperate for that big ram's cock!

Just as he was imagining the big ram blasting a load inside his little body, he felt all the air knocked out of his lungs, his head leaning back in a wail choked off to a whine. He jerked his body hard as bolts of pleasure shot all up and down it, overwhelming him until he couldn't think, couldn't control himself, his hand just gripping hard at his cunt.

Next he knew, his horns rested against the wall, as he let out quiet, gasping moans. He had to have been spasming for a full 30 seconds before he ended up there, panting hard as his body continued to shiver, enjoying the tingling feeling running through his body, remembering that fantasy of the big Ram who'd fucked him into this state...

...Wait... What?

Hang on... he was a guy, right? An admittedly bicurious one, sure, but why would he....? Why did he fantasize about...?

He jumped at a knocking on the door. "Hey bro, you ok in there?" Leeroy called.

"Y-yeah! I'm fine!" his voice came out, a little too high pitched to be convincing, "Just uh... dropped something!"

"Ok bro, just holler if you need anything!"

Jeremy sighed, his body still warm and tingling. He looked down at his fingers, sticky with his feminine juices, most of what had come out having already gone down the drain. He was a little confused at how much he'd enjoyed that, wondering if doing it made him gay or less of a man.

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With his new discovery of self-pleasuring, Jeremy managed to take care of his horniness for the 3 days until the appointment, and as he sat down in the psychologist's room, he was pleased to feel that his pad was still dry.

The psychologist, a female antelope, had nodded with a bit of confusion as he explained how he'd managed to end up with a Mare's pussy, what it was doing to his body, and how that had led him here.

"So..." she looked quizzically at her notes, "You decided to switch your genitals with a stranger?"

"I mean, I thought they were a stallion at the time." he defended.

"So, would you say you had 'image problems' before this?"

"No. Well, I mean... Doesn't everyone want a bigger cock?"

The psychologist shook her head, "Everyone wants different things. Some men actually want to be smaller down there, or neutered, or even have their genitals removed completely or replaced with traditionally female ones. They don't enjoy the feeling of physical masculinity, at least not in that way. It doesn't necessarily mean they're any less of men."

"Yeah, but... don't other guys make fun of them?"

"Sometimes, yes, but that's really not how you should define your own expression of gender. It's not about how other people think you should behave, it's about what makes you happy, because, at the end of the day, you're the one living your life."

"But I thought guys were supposed to be, like... masculine." he grasped, "Like, it's in our nature or something."

"That depends on your definition of male, and masculinity." she explained, "The Greeks actually considered large penises to be unattractive, a sign of being uncivilized. In some cultures, men wear what we would consider effeminate makeup and dresses. Really, gender is just a social construct, and it's up to every individual to define what those terms mean to them and how they want to apply them to themselves, and really, I think we'd all agree that personality is more important than body in that case: after all, your body doesn't define who you really are. You do."

He scoffed a little at that, "So, what, I just 'define' being a man as having... this thing between my legs?"

"No, it doesn't have to be part of the definition at all. The definition is what makes YOU think of yourself as a man." She held up a finger, "How about this: name a few things you think about yourself which you would consider 'manly'? If you were to start behaving as if you were a girl, what would you miss the most?"

"Well..." Jeremy turned the question over in his head, "When I was a kid, me and my brother always pretended to be the guys from action movies. I still think that'd be pretty cool, and I still love action movies: I don't like chick flicks at all, and I know, because I've tried to watch them with my girlfriends." he rolled his eyes, then sat forward a bit, "I like sports too! Playing and watching football, I was even on my high-school's team! I was trying to get on this one, but they don't allow mods that mess with your hormones. I like rock music too. Like, not the chick stuff, the hard stuff. And I like to lift weights to it! With my shirt off, so all the chicks can see my muscles..." he glanced down, feeling at a budding breast, "...Well... I used to, at least..."

She nodded, "All of those things sound pretty masculine, so let's make that your definition. Can you still watch action movies and football games? Does having a female body mean you have to watch films intended for female audiences? Does it stop you from listening to rock, lifting weights, and, league regulations aside, playing sports?"

"I guess not..."

"Then why can't you still be a man?"

"I guess I can still be a man, even if I have a- if I'm like this." he conceded. "I'm just really upset that my body is changing in this way that makes me feel like less of one."

"Are you sure that's entirely accurate?"

"What do you mean?" he tilted his head.

"Well," she explained, "You keep talking about how you think other males will perceive these changes your body is going through, but when you actually start talking about your own feelings over the changes to your body, the one you complain about is the genitals you've been reassigned with." she tapped something on her notes, "You don't seem nearly as concerned with having a body that you yourself describe as 'sexy', beyond how you believe other males will perceive you. Are you sure you're actually upset by the physical changes themselves, or is it the sudden perceived change they'll cause in your life?"

"Oh my gosh... You're right! I don't actually mind how girly I look!" he winced, putting his hands to his head, "All the other guys are gonna call me a sissy if they find out!"

"Jeremy, it's ok!" she held up a hand, "What you want for your body is not something you should let other people shame you for! Your body doesn't define your personality, and what you do and don't like about it doesn't mean anything about what you want in life! That was the whole point of what I asked before: just because you can find enjoyment in seeing yourself with a feminine body doesn't mean you have to give up the things that make you you!"

Jeffrey sighed, taking a moment to calm down. "I'm sorry doc... It's just been so much to take in... a week and a half ago, I was just a regular guy, with a regular cock and balls, going to school like any other. Now, I've got this weird black thing poking out between my legs, and it's making me change in ways I never asked to!"

She nodded, "I understand completely, Jeremy. What you're going through must be very traumatic, especially to someone who's always considered themselves masculine and made that part of their self-image, but I need you to understand that there's nothing wrong with appreciating the appearance of your own body, whether or not the changes you're going through match up with what society thinks your image should be."

"I... I guess you're right... It's not like I can really change this at this point, at least, not any time soon... It'd be better to just get used to it and not worry about what other people say." he smiled a little, "Thanks doc."

"Any time Jeremy," she smiled, "Now, you said something about the clinic sending you for hormone therapy?"

"Yeah... Could I get a prescription for that?" he perked up, "At least something to stop these changes before they go any further..."

Her face fell, "I'm sorry Jeremy, but we don't do that here. There are a lot of rules about it and, with the Junk Shop so close that students keep getting sex-changes on accident, we never really bothered to put that system in place. You're going to have to see someone in the community if you want to get hormones."

"Great... Now I'm back where I started..."

"Don't worry," she reassured, "There's a whole system for looking up therapists in the area. I'm sure we can find one who does this sort of thing before you go."

"Thanks doc," he sighed, "I really appreciate that..."

"You're welcome Jeremy. Like I said, it's not that I don't think you should pursue it, even if you just want to slow things down so you can think about them and adjust, it's just that I can't be the one to give it to you." she started messing with her notes again, "Before you go, I want to check something else that might be a little embarrassing, can I ask you about your private life?"

"Sure, I guess."

"You mentioned a lot of issues with being aroused." she tapped her pad absently, "Have you experimented with masturbation yet?"

"Oh, um... Y-yes?" he said with a blush, "A few times..." he looked up at her, "You don't think that makes me a girl, does it?"

"No, of course not, it just means you're using your genitals in a way that's natural for someone your age, with your hormone levels, male, female, or otherwise." she smiled, "I don't want you to feel like, just because you're going through physical changes you don't want, or you felt like your genitals are contrary to the image you have of yourself, you can't explore and enjoy your own sexuality." She pointed between his legs, "I want you to remember something: whatever other people think or say, those genitals belong to you now, and you shouldn't feel any shame in doing whatever you want with them, as long as it's safe and it makes you comfortable. Other people do not define what is appropriate for your body, and your body does not define you."

"Yeah..." He sighed, smiling with a little relief, "Thanks doc, that really helps to hear..."

"I'm glad." she smiled back, "Now... You said you'd experimented with masturbation... But, have you thought of using any toys? You were worried about not being able to handle your urges, and that's how most women who aren't sexually active do it." she set her tablet down, "If you'd like to try one out, I can give you some advice on how to find one you'll enjoy..."

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Jeremy got home an hour later, setting the little black bag on his bed. He'd been a bit uncomfortable in that store, especially when the staff members had happily referred to him as "ma'am", despite his clothing and horns, but at least he had some of the stuff the psychologist had suggested. What they sold hadn't been cheap, but he'd just used some of the money he and his brother had planned to buy their genitals back with.

He left the bag there, walking into the bathroom, slipping off his clothing as he went, reaching into the shower to turn the hot water on.

He closed his eyes, taking a moment to remind himself that, whatever he saw, it was only his body, and it didn't define him, no matter what other people might say. He opened his eyes, taking a look in the mirror.

He could see why the people in the sex shop might've been confused.

More of those masculine features had fallen from his face, replaced with feminine cheeks and receding contours.

His breasts were really growing in now, rounding out into two small mounds on his chest that, pretty soon, were going to need a bra to keep them from bouncing about.

His ribs had been sore the past few days, and he could've sworn their shape had changed, especially since his waist now looked exactly like his last girlfriend's had.

His hips were really filling out too, completing that hourglass figure as his butt continued to expand, which was why his pants were starting to fit wrong.

He cringed a little as he his eyes rested on that big black pussy, but he reminded himself, once again, that his body was only his body, and whether he liked something about it or not, it didn't define him.

Moving on, he lifted a leg to inspect it, running a hand along his toned, sexy thigh... The fur was starting to get luxuriously smooth. He blushed as he realized that, if he was fondling a girl, he'd get really turned on feeling a leg like that.

Biting his lip a little, reminding himself that no one was there to watch him, he posed a little, turning his body to hide that ugly mare pussy, inspecting himself from a few angles. No matter how he looked at himself, he had to admit he was pretty sexy, and to be honest, it was weird, but didn't really bother him. His blush deepened as he realized he'd actually enjoy seeing a body like that on a stripper pole...

...And to be honest, he might enjoy being on one.

With an awkward chuckle, he moved onto his business. He took a moment to sit down and piss, like the psychologist had advised, and got into the shower, letting that warm water rinse away the sweat. He took his time, getting nice and relaxed before what he was about to do, and when he was done, he dried himself off gently, before strutting over to his bed to lie down before getting into his little black bag.

The first thing was the lube.

He didn't really think he needed any, but the psychologist had told him to take a couple of the sample packs they gave out for free on campus, as well as some of the condoms. The packets he'd taken all had the words "For Her Pleasure" written on the side, as he'd figured they'd be the ones made for his body.

His hands were clean from the shower, so he opened one up and squirted about half of it onto his middle two fingers, just like she'd said to do, and slid them against each other while he waited for it to get warm.

It was pink, (again, not his favorite color) but it smelled good, and he noticed he'd started to feel a warming, tingling sensation on his fingers as it got warm enough to put on.

He took a deep breath, reaching down and placing his fingers on his pussy, or "vulva", as he'd learned the technical term for the outside part was. He made sure to get it all over his labia and under the clitoral hood, as well as an ample amount around his vaginal opening.

At first, it just felt like he'd rubbed slime over himself, and he was thinking of wiping it off when he started to feel it in action.

He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh as the entire area he'd covered it with began to experience a warm, tingling sensation, just like his fingers had, but more intense. He reached down, spreading his legs a bit wider and pushing the stuff around, getting it all over his mound before wiping his fingers off on his upper thigh. It felt nice, even the bit he'd realized had dripped down to his tailhole.

He reached back into the bag, pulling out the next thing he'd gotten: a small vibrator.

He fumbled with it, turning it on, feeling it hum in his hand and smiling a little: he bet this was going to feel real good on his "lady" parts.

He brought the little buzzing rod to his crotch and pressed it against the surface, moving it around like she'd suggested, getting familiar with the sensation and finding what places responded the best. He found the feeling of inserting it to be pleasant, but nowhere near as arousing as circling that clitorus. He tried pressing it directly to it for a moment, but ended up pulling it away: it was too much too fast.

Eager to try his most expensive purchase, he slipped the vibrator inside and left it there as he reached into the bag and pulled out the dildo. It was soft, like she'd suggested, shaped like the goat cock he used to have, and had come with straps which he left disconnected for now. He could wear it later, if he wanted to, but right now, he was the one getting dicked.

He blushed a little, but grinned at the thought of that.

He set it on his belly, enjoying the feeling of its weight as he looked through the condoms he'd picked up: some were flavored, which wasn't really helpful for now, but a couple had studs and ribs. He wondered how those would feel inside of him...

He pulled open one of the studded ones and slipped it on his dildo, and took a bit of lube to dab on the end, just like he'd learned in sex-ed. He didn't bother with putting lube on the inside, because he wanted it to stay put on the dildo. (after all, the dildo wasn't going to mind)

With everything prepared, he pulled the vibrator out, turned it off, and slipped it into the hole in the base of the dildo, slipping the end of the floppy thing between his labia and lining it up with his entrance.

He hesitated for a moment...

This was it, the moment when he'd be penetrated, after which he couldn't really say he'd never taken anything up there.

He had to remind himself, once again, that this was his body, and what felt good to it didn't mean anything about who he was, nor did it really matter what other people thought. His body should make him happy.

He closed his eyes, leaned back, and began to push the dildo inside.

"Wooaah... Oh-kaay...."

He hadn't been sure what to expect, good feelings for sure, but... the feeling of the soft girth, opening him, gently stretching his inner walls as it slid into his slick little hole, was indescribable. It was like the satisfying relief of stretching a tight muscle, even though it hadn't felt tight, followed by the feeling of having a great emptiness finally filled, even though he hadn't felt empty. It felt good, satisfying, snug, like it belonged... and he wanted more.

He kept pushing, groaning softly as his wet insides opened further for it, those little studs catching at his folds delightfully, making them tingle even more.

He glanced down, simultaneously feeling like he must've taken a huge amount of dildo, and like he wanted to take a lot more. To his surprise (and excitement), he saw that he'd only gotten the first couple inches inside.

He hadn't expected such a small amount to feel that filling, but it did... He slid in the next inch, relishing the feeling of it sliding past his walls, those little bumps on the condom rubbing into the soft walls, making his legs squirm.

He kept pushing, getting the fourth and fifth inch inside, only halfway in, then paused.

He took a moment to breathe hard.

What he was feeling was a satisfying fullness, like he'd just taken a large bite of a delicious fresh-toasted sandwich, and was feeling it move down his gullet. Except here, the feeling didn't end when the food went down, and he could feel every tiny bit of it where it was.

He took a deep breath, and started pushing again, that fullness continuing to build within him. He let out a long moan now: every time he pushed in, he thought this would be the last bit, only to find the dildo had more length to give, and his vagina was ready and willing to take it.

He kept pushing, moaning and groaning as he worked it further and further in, until finally, that wide flare at the base bumped up against his mound. He let out a whimpering gasp, biting his lip with a grin. There was something immensely satisfying about taking 10 inches of dildo, feeling that long, slick thing inside his tight insides, seeing the little bulge in his belly, and knowing he could take a lot more.

With how good it felt, he wondered how an actual guy might feel up there. The image of himself getting penetrated by another actual goat, made him blush.

He turned on the vibrator, which made him whimper again: the stretched walls tingled and tensed in response, and he felt the need to move his legs a little.

He took the end of the dildo and started to pull it back, going a full inch before pushing it back in to the base. He let out another moan of pleasure, which spiked when the base of the dildo made contact with his mound. He closed his eyes, gently stroking it back and forth within him, pulling it back slowly then hilting it hard as he cleared his mind to build the fantasy.

He imagined he was having set with a beautiful female goat, thrusting into her fully, imagined she wanted him to cum inside...

...But, that wasn't right... was it?

He wasn't penetrating anything right now, he was being penetrated. It didn't matter how beautiful the female was, or how much she wanted him, he could still feel the dildo, and he knew that both his current body and the sensations he was feeling were more akin to what she was feeling. His imagination just wasn't strong enough to overcome the reality, and he wasn't even sure he wanted it to...

He stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath and reminding himself. This was his time, his body, his exploration, and his fantasy. It didn't matter what other people might think if they knew: if it made him happy, that was what mattered.

He closed his eyes again, gently working that dildo outward once more as he built a new fantasy.

He imagined a huge ram, bigger and manlier than he'd been, thick muscled and reeking of masculine musk, with horns as big as car tires and a cock the size of his own forearm. He imagined the big billygoat lusting for him, caressing his beautiful body, begging for the priviledge of sex with him. Finally, Jeremy gave him a nod of consent, allowing the big ram to gleefully push his massive boner inside, to claim Jeremy as his own.

Jeremy let out a breathy groan, legs spreading wider by instinct as he shoved the dildo back in to the base, imagining the ram hilting within his cute little goat pussy, groaning with thanks, whole body tingling and squirming with pleasure as his free hand grabbed roughly at his tits.

He started pulling and pushing at it more, simulating the thrusts of the hilted ram. As his labia, and the little nooks and crannies within him caught on the studs, he imagined them to be the thick veins and wrinkles of the experienced male's cock within his soft walls, imagined those hands groping at his tits and running down his back, imagined staring up into his lustful eyes, seeing desperation: a desperation to mate, please, and even breed this beautiful young female, to leave his seed within her, and make her heavy with his kids.

Jeremy was letting out moans so audible now, that if the neighbors were in, they might actually hear him, but he didn't care. As far as he cared, he was in the arms of that strong, burly goat, whose lust for Jeremy was voracious, and could only be fed by ejaculating deep inside of him. His body began to tense, shaking and squirming beyond his control, as he felt the orgasm closing in. He imagined the mighty ram asking, no, begging to be allowed to finish inside...

...And leaning his head back, Jeremy cried out, "Yyyes!!"

To which the big ram would laugh and redouble his efforts, overjoyed at the beautiful goat's acceptance, he would slam in, again and again and again, hard, thrusting with all his might, with such great need, and then, his cock would swell and he would cum inside, giving a mighty roar, and Jeremy would feel his warm semen flooding every inch of his- his-!!

"BAAAAA!!!"

Jeremy let out a shrieking bleat as he finally went over the edge, arching his back high enough to lift his ass off the bed momentarily, his entire bodyshaking madly, hand locked on the handle of the dildo as he jammed it hard against his clit. His free hand gripped at the bedsheet, as he continued bleating like a slut being bred, hooves slamming against the bed as he kicked, mare-cum gushing from within him, as he felt what he could only describe as stars shooting from his screaming cunt into every inch of his body, his mind a blur of ecstasy.

And it kept coming, it kept hitting him again and again, even as he finally lost his grip on the dildo. He thrashed, he bleated, he spasmed for what felt like more than a minute before finally collapsing on bed, rolling from side to side, gasping and giggling as he came down from a rush so incredible it made him question if he even wanted to be male again.

He closed his eyes, reaching down momentarily to turn off the vibrator, chest rising and falling with shuddering moans, and let himself relax in the tingling afterglow. He drifted off, the dildo still lodged inside of him, imagining that the big ram was still there, cuddling and thanking, telling him that their offspring would be both strong and beautiful...

.

..

...

Thud.

The sound of the backpack hitting the floor woke him up.

"Jeremy?!" his brother stared at him, mouth agape "Wha... what are you... Were you just..."

"Um... I can explain..." his face went red as he tried to pull some of the sheet over his naked body, failing to hide where the dildo was still shaft-deep in his pussy, "Ha... have you ever heard about... um... the Greeks?"

---

And so, Jeremy had to wait yet another week for yet another appointment, though as the changes continued, he was at least no longer as distressed by them. He tried not to sigh in the mirror as his masculine features melted away into girly ones, because at least he could say he was sexy, and the dildo was doing its job nicely, though, things were awkward with his brother he'd walked in on his afterglow that first time.

He had to spend over $100 on this appointment, as it wasn't covered by Unicare, but the entry in the database had said he advertised transgender services, and his entry had made him seem like enough of a man's man that Jeremy felt he'd relate to what he was going through, even though he was just there to get the hormones and be done.

He was a little disappointed when the guy couldn't keep on topic, talking about football (which Jeremy was no longer sure he'd ever be able to play on a school team), the times when men were men, and the dangers and degeneracy of modding...

"...And that's the issue!" the grey-maned bull ranted, "Where are these people's parents? How is it even legal for them to shock the rest of us with these strange, unusual bodilly alterations? Their parts from other species, their prosthetic horns and limbs, their obsessive need to go around naked just to show off what they've done with themselves, instead of learning to accept the bodies they were born with!"

"Uh, doc, I get you don't like modders, but can we talk about my issue?" Jeffrey cringed, "I've kinda gotten stuck with a mare's parts here..."

"And that's another thing... the junk swapping: it's bad enough we see men running around with all sorts of insane parts that aren't their own, from ferals even, but that anyone can just wander in and decide to completely change their gender on a whim?!" He threw his hands in the air, "It's absolutely not natural!"

"W...wait..." Jeremy was caught off guard, "I thought you were a gender therapist? Isn't people who want to change their gender your whole thing?"

The doctor stopped, blushing a little as he started to sputter, "Er um... Well, you see... That was... really the thing I was trying to get at..." Finally he sighed, sitting back pushing his hand to his face and shaking his head. He was quiet for a few moments, before admitting with genuine exasperation, "I'm sorry to tell you this, young la-er, young man, but I don't do gender transitions, because, as far as I was raised, gender is determined by what you had when you were born."

"But I was born male!" Jeremy cried, "I got my junk swapped for a mare's on accident, and then the junk shop closed! Can't you give me hormone therapy for that?"

"I understand that, but what I'm trying to tell you is, even though I'd be happy to prescribe hormones to keep you as a male, I've never actually dealt with a hormonal transition before, so even if I knew what the process was, I don't actually have the necessary paperwork or connections to do that for you."

Jeremy let out a groan, dragging a hand down his face, "Can I... Can I at least have my money back then?"

"That's not how this works."

---

And so, with another appointment that got him nowhere out of the way, Jeremy found himself in the bathroom, in front of the mirror again.

The changes were getting pretty extreme: his butt and breasts had blown up like balloons, his face had softened like a teenaged girl's, and he looked about as perky and agile as one.

He was no longer mistakable for a teenager though: his body was blossoming to that of a beautiful young woman, the kind who posed with big smiles in his dirty magazines, the only thing out of place being that big black blob of a pussy against his soft white fur.

He'd made an appointment with another psychologist, but he had to wait until next week, and he was starting to get a bit concerned by the prices these people charged.

He sighed, putting his hands on those hourglass hips. At least he was sexy and he knew how to blow off steam, he thought with a smirk as he opened up the drawer and pulled out his vibrating dildo and that tingly lube.

"Hey bro!" he shouted, "I'm gonna take a hot shower!"

He giggled quietly to himself, a "hot" shower indeed...

---

Jeremy groaned softly, not in pleasure, but in boredom, as the therapist began talking about another aspect of "WPATH", the system through which she prescribed treatment for people like him, "who felt that their spirits didn't line up with the bodies they'd been born with," though he'd corrected her several times that he wasn't born with this body, but was in fact, the victim of some mad-science.

With all the questions she was asking, he wasn't sure how she kept forgetting that one, but then again, her insipidly whimsical speech about "spirituality" and how she "didn't believe in the way society tries to classify us" sounded like she'd given it to about a hundred other poor saps in the past. It was she just liked hearing these flowery phrases in her soft breathy voice: he swore, he was going to scream if he heard her talk about his fucking "gender journey" one more time.

"...on your journey of self-discovery, as you learn about your gender..."

Fuck! She did it again! How long could this bitch go on??

"Alright Jeremy." she said, finally done with her latest speil, "Our hour is almost over. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Yeah." he said with equal parts exhaustion and relief, "I was told you could get me something to deal with the hormones? Like... You can prescribe something to stop these things from changing me?"

"You are talking about Hormone Replacement Therapy," she nodded, "a combination of an estrogen blocker and eventually testosterone to encourage the development of masculine traits. Yes. That is a thing we do here."

"Great!" he sat forward, perking up, "Can I get the prescription now? I'd really like to get on them before any more changes happen."

She shook her head, "No Jeremy, today was just me getting to know you. We have to go through a few more sessions before I can decide if you're ready, then I have to send you to a specialist to make sure we give you what's right for your body. After all, starting hormone therapy is a major life decision, and we have to take it slow."

"Wait... What? 'Major life decision'?" he was baffled, "How is staying male a major decision? I was male my entire life until I played thst stupid game! Why can't I just be what I was born as? Why can't I just have them now??"

She frowned sternly, "Now Jeremy, I know you're impatient, but we have a system in place for your protection, and you're just going to have to wait until I've made my decision."

"Your decision?" he was floored, "How is my body your decision?? I'm the one who has to live with this for the rest of my life!!"

"Jeremy," she began to lecture, "you are young and do not understand the full implications of what you are asking. I am not going to give hormone therapy to a nineteen year old on the first session just because they ask. I would need to see you every other week, for at least a few months, before I knew you were ready. A transition like this takes time and patience, and we can't simply rush along the path as you discover yourself in your gender journey through the spiritual-"

"Oh don't start with that shit again!" he scowled, "Are you telling me I just paid you two hundred dollars to sit here for an hour and listen to this hippy bullshit, and you aren't even going to give me what I came for?"

"Young man, that is what we call 'drug seeking behavior'," she firmly articulated, "and I can assure you that any changes to your hormones will have to come after you've gone through the proper process. You would hear this from any other therapist in the city: all of us work through the system of WPATH, which was designed to protect the therapist from the ramifications of a regretful patient."

"So you're not going to give me the hormones."

"No." she shook her head, "Not unless you are willing to go through the proper process, and convince me that you will not regret it."

Jeremy laid his face in his hands with a trembling groan. He wasn't sure if he was going to scream and punch this woman, or break down and cry, and the hormones raging through him, telling him to do both, really didn't help.

"Can I at least have my money back, so I can go find someone who will?"

"That's not how this works."

---

Jeremy let out a long sigh, turning off the shower. He'd still been shaking by the time he got home from screaming at that gender therapist and calling her a "useless shitsack", among other choice names, before leaving her office as the police were called.

It had taken two rounds with the dildo for him to finally level out.

He stared in the mirror as he dried himself off. Outside of a close observation, his body no longer looked like he'd ever even been a male. Even his horns, the symbol of his proud masculinity, didn't do anything to change the apparent physical sexuality of the young woman he saw in the mirror.

She had a beautiful young face fit, for a high-school girl, a pair of perky C-cups that made it clear she was more than a girl, a tight little midsection that would look superb in a bikini, copious hips with a supple butt, and the arms and legs of a dancer, powerful, yet smooth and graceful. The only thing that broke the image was the ugly black mare-cunt protruding between her legs.

Jeremy frowned at it. He didn't care about the rest at this point, he'd accepted that this was the body he'd be stuck with - unless the junk shop reopened - and he knew he could make the most of it.

Even if he got on hormone replacement now, his body would take extensive work to look male again, and his bones would never grow into the tall, manly build his brother had developed. Instead, he'd be short and curvy for the rest of his life, and unless he managed to convince a psychologist he was somehow "living as a male", as if anyone COULD convince people they were male looking like he did, for an entire YEAR, he'd never be able to even get surgery to make that ugly black cunt any different.

The Junk Shop had been filled machines which could change physical characteristics, ranging from fur-recolors and piercings to actual surgical modifications and part-swaps. They'd been the only place he could make his body male again without spending tens of thousands of dollars on well over a year of pointless therapy visits and painful surgery. Until they reopened, if they reopened, he'd pretty much be stuck like this... The rest of his life in the body of a woman with raging hormones and a freakishly large pussy.

He reached up, feeling the soft fur on his supple breast. He bet the other boys would be all over a chance to sleep with him if they could see him now, weird looking junk aside. He'd already accepted that there was something satisfying about just how sexy he'd become: he wasn't some frumpy lady or nerdy girl, he was a babe, the kind horny men paid good money to see on a stripper pole.

His dreams of playing on the university football team next to legends like Kurrgurr and Jerome were pretty much destroyed: he was still fit, but he'd never be able to get big or bulky enough to play like he did in high school, even if they were willing to overlook what technically counted as a chemically-altering performance-enhancing mod. However, if he worked on his dance moves, he'd probably make a hell of a cheerleader.

His frown softened a bit at the thought. He was pretty flexible, and still strong enough to lift his own weight. Maybe if he started practicing now, he'd even be the star of the team by senior year...

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