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At eighteen, Casey still had not gone through puberty. She’d had no tangible changes to her physique, nor had she started her menstrual cycle. Presently a high school senior, Casey was short, thin, flat-chested, and high-voiced. Worse, she felt pathetic, especially being surrounded by gorgeous, voluptuous woman every day in classes. The boys didn’t notice her. She might as well have been invisible.

Having grown up in a single-parent household, Casey was too embarrassed to talk to her father about her issue. She spent her days deliberating whether to see the school nurse or not.

Astoundingly, before she could get to that, things suddenly changed. Casey examined herself in her full-length bedroom mirror one morning. She couldn’t tell specifically what had occurred, but she looked sharper, more mature, and she felt a flood of relief. It was finally happening. Casey drifted through the next few days with an air of contentment.

She didn’t even mind when she grew new body hair, or when her voice began to crack.

But in a few weeks, other students were beginning to stare at her in school.

Casey had expected her voice to lower somewhat, and it had descended into a hoarse baritone, much as she cleared her throat. Casey merely dismissed things, supposing that her voice was progressing into something delightfully sultry. However, in another few days the hoarseness was gone, and now her voice was just deep…and masculine.

Casey returned to her mirror, feeling perplexed as she examined herself. Her contentment slowly dissolved, giving way to complete confusion.

Her hips were just as thin as before, her chest still flat but somewhat broader. She had developed peach fuzz on her upper lip. And most uncomfortably, her clit had grown and thickened, started to bulge from her vaginal lips. It almost looked as though she was developing a—

Casey halted that train of thought. The idea was ridiculous.

But as the days passed, the peach fuzz extended to her chin, and crept up her jawline. No matter how much Casey waxed, it always reappeared in the evenings, and thicker every time. The pixie cut of her hair was no longer cute, now just…rugged. Her cheeks were narrow, body gently muscled now. And disturbingly, the bulge of her clit was lengthening, thickening, protruding from her body, as her vaginal lips all but shrunk into her body. And behind her protruding gender, Casey was disturbed to feel that two plump bulges were beginning to descend.

Casey spent many evenings naked before her mirror, gaping at herself in shock. She would stare at the slow development of a hanging penis, as it progressively formed a head, then a dimple at the tip.

She stroked it experimentally, watching it harden to her combined pleasure and horror. Her transformation had been easy to deny because of its progressive nature. But now, as she looked at herself as a whole, it became obvious that she had transformed into a handsome young man.

Feeling shaky, and just a bit nauseous, Casey wandered into the living room, shell shocked.

Catching her expression, her father turned off the television, a frown tugging at his lips. “I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out,” he said plaintively.

“What…what’s happened to me?” Casey choked out.

“Casey dear…you see…this is the family curse.”