TransFur: Did You Know?

"Did you know, it's not only girls who can be feminine?" These were words said to you by Denise, quietly, a giggle in her voice, like she was sharing a shameful, exciting secret. And maybe she was. This was near the end of high school, just when girls your age should have started to know what they liked, or didn't like, but you didn't. Girls didn't do it for you and boys were so... boyish. This was what had brought you and Denise together, the same strange uncertainty. An uncertainty which had left an opening for Denise's words to enter you and take root deep. Deeper than you realized. And they were only helped along by the sample images she was soon sending you. And it wasn't long before you were sending some back.

As you grew older, your friendship with Denise continued, both the open one and the secret one, where your interests kept growing, including growing more sexual. Seeing all those feminine men excited you like no one else ever had. And you knew it was the same for Denise. And so, when it was time to go to college, and you both ended up going to the same one, it seemed only natural that you become roommates as well. And once you were, you only ended up feeding your shared interest more. Where you once had to share images, you could now show each other directly. More than a few productive evenings were spent searching for and looking at exciting material together.

Of course, you both knew what you were going to be doing after, so it was, maybe, not surprising that it progressed to teasing yourselves as you watched. Lightly, over the clothes at first, then more seriously, then under the clothes. And by the time you realized that you were simply masturbating together, it seemed too natural to stop. It wasn't unusual, then, for you to come home to find Denise openly pleasuring herself to some new, hot material. Or for her to find you the same way, for that matter. Either usually in you enjoying yourself together. You still weren't interested in women, of course, but, somehow, it was hot when it was with her. Not that you were interested in actually touching her, of course. At least not yet. But you did find yourself wishing she was a cute man instead. And you had the feeling that she thought the same for you.

It was perhaps inevitable that one of you would confess their feelings towards the other and it wasn't surprising that it was Denise who said it first. She'd always been much more upfront with her feelings than you. What was surprising was the strange feeling which ran through you when she told you how cute and sexy you'd be as a feminine man, as a femboy. You told her the same and she smiled. "If you would be one for me, I'd be more than happy to be one for you," she said and another thrill ran through you. Denise seemed almost surprised at what she'd said, or maybe at how much she meant it, but, again, seeds had been planted, seeds which didn't take long to bloom. You'd been lusting about femboys for so long, you never stopped to think that maybe it was because it was something you might want for yourself. Once you started thinking about it, though, you couldn't stop yourself thinking about it more and more, wanting it more every day. There was a solution, thankfully, right on campus, but you didn't want to go through it alone. Thankfully, you knew Denise felt the same way.

It was strange to sit together on Denise's bed, both naked. It wasn't, by far, the first time that you'd seen each other naked, but it was a lot more exciting this time, mostly due to knowing what was about to happen. You each were holding, in your hand, the pill that the TransFur clinic had given you, the one which would trigger your changes. You looked down at yourself. A final farewell to your body. It had been good to you, but you needed something else now. Something better. Only a few moments, then you took the pill and gulped it down, not even thinking to make sure Denise was doing the same. When you had talked about it before, it had been as a favour you were doing for each other, but you now realized that that had been an excuse. No matter what Denise chose, you wanted to do this for yourself. Still, you were happy to see, when you looked up, as a pleasant heat started to suffuse you, that Denise had taken hers as well. Already, you could see fur start to grow on her, blue and white, with black stripes, where yours was growing a pure white. The change had started for both of you now and couldn't be stopped. And neither of you wanted it to stop.

It was so hot to see Denise change, too, moment by moment, just as you were feeling yourself change, too. As her fur spread, you could see her breasts start to shrink down, as were yours. Yours had never been enormous by any means, but you had enjoyed them, once. Now, however, you were more interested in your growing clit. Your hand went to it, as Denise's went to her own. It felt so strange and so good to feel it grow and shift under your fingers. You could see the pleasure in Denise's changing face, surely reflected in your own, as your each gained a more bestial appearance, noses pushing out into cute muzzles as your ears moved to the top of your head and grew. Yours more than hers. You could feel them growing down your back just as you were growing shorter. Being a bit shorter, you had felt, would make you look extra cute. Your clit, however, was getting bigger and bigger. More than a single finger or two or more could cover. The tip of it had changed and, as you rubbed it, feeling a new thrill of pleasure at how sensitive it was, and as you noticed that it had started leaking a clear liquid, you had to admit that you had a cock now. And so did Denise. And you could see in her eyes that she was liking hers just as much as you were liking yours. All the more so when the feeling of her new balls, pushing out of her pussy, made her let out such sweet moans of pleasure. Moans which matched your own. And finally, as your changes need their end, your tails started to grow in, a cute, bright red rabbit's puff for you and a long tiger one for her. Or him, rather. It was hard to think of him as a woman anymore. He was so cute and handsome and sexy and... And you wanted to kiss him. And he didn't resist. Far from it. He gave as fiercely and passionately as you, your new, sleek bodies pressed together, your still sensitive nipples aroused from rubbing against soft fur, your hard, needy cocks, his much bigger than yours, rubbing together. It was the first kiss you both shared. The first of many.

It was perhaps inevitable that you and Denis got together. You were compatible in personality, taste and, definitely, sexually. You both embraced your new selves in different ways. You grew out your hair, now as bright red as your tail, and took to revealing outfits which were half cute, half revealing, while his messy, white hair and more comfortable attire made him look like a proper tomboy, strange as it might be to call a man a tomboy, but you couldn't think of a word that fit him better. Well, maybe a few, like 'sexy' and 'great in bed'. Or yours, just as you were his. Not that you minded each other's occasional dalliances, of course. Your tastes had expanded quite a bit after your changes, and while you still liked femboys best, and Denis best of all, you occasionally could enjoy a man or woman who had not embraced the ideal form as you had. But what you loved most was to go to the clubs to find someone who didn't yet know what you were, to pull them aside and, before giving them a night like they'd never had before, to watch their expression of confused lust as you showed them just how feminine a man could be.