My Evolving Transition – Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

My Evolving Transition – Ch. 05

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After that night with Zayne (my old school buddy), I slept for a few hours. Then after I woke, I felt stiff as a board, in my back, calves, and ass. It felt like I’d run a marathon, just like when I first hit it off with Jess.

I lay on my bed naked and pondering thoughts for ages. What’s wrong with my cock, why am I cumming so frequently? I even started to jack off before heading to Zayne’s place, it did no good. It started to bug me.

Afterwards, once it became an issue, I visited my doctor, who was LBGT friendly. Through my doctor, I would soon find out what the headache pills were. I had been mistakenly using them for around a year. They were some sort of black-market concoction of paracetamol, estrogen, and spironolactone. What I thought they were for, and what they were, were two different things. Luckily, I only had a few pills left from the last time I visited the chemist.

I thought they were for severe headaches or migraines, I had no idea, they were changing my genetics.

”What in the hell is wrong with me?”

was the first question I asked her.

“What’s made me so weak, once a cock is dangled in front of me?”

I was at a breakpoint.

“Also, what’s making me orgasm so frequently?”

I was unraveling.

“Why do I let myself get into situations where I’m owned by strange men?”

I was losing my composure.

She listened patiently and understood or sympathized with my predicament and passed me a glass of water and a pill. I ...

... thought to myself, now she was feeding me pills.

After a few minutes, I seemed to calm myself down.

“Like, before I met Tiffany, and participated in her bedroom games, I would never have got myself into this hole,”

she sat there with her legs crossed writing things down into her clipboard.

“Back then I was fully heterosexual, and never dreamed I would turn into a fag or enjoy fag activities,”

I continued.

“Well, here I am, I can’t say I’m heterosexual, I can’t say I’m bisexual. Where am I?”

I finished.

My doctor took some blood samples, and after a week I will find out, what I had in my system.

Then three days pass:

I visited Zayne, a few days later, and when I left I did so with his cum inside me. A part of me, wanted a life with a Zayne or a Jessa, feeding me their cocks, then a part of me wanted to be normal again. The lure of cock was like a worm to a fish, too much.

A week later:

Then after a week, I saw my doctor. Through her, I found out that the headache pills I had been mistakenly using for a year were some sort of black-market concoction of paracetamol, estrogen, and spironolactone. I had no idea, that it was changing me. What I thought they were for, were for severe headaches or migraines. They were changing my chromosomes and making me more compliant.

I left her office traumatized and shaken up.

*

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