I don't want a cure (Patreon)

I stretched along my bed and rubbed my naked crotch. Waves of pleasure and desire rippled through me, and I could almost feel the next orgasm starting to rock my sexy body. The soft sheets tangled around me as my mind raced with memories of the past two weeks at the past few parties. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, and I caught myself wanting to actually get fucked. “For another time,” I whispered to myself. “I still have to adjust…”

Obviously, I had come a long way. I still couldn't believe how much fun I'd had since the gender-swapping virus swept through the city. When it first happened, everyone was understandably distraught. The virus was indiscriminate, leaving everyone in a state of shock, their lives and identities completely upended. As for me, I used to be Max, an average guy going about my daily routine without much excitement. 

Then the virus hit, and I found myself in a female body after my flesh melted and morphed into a completely different person. It hurt at first, but when things settled, the new sensations made life a lot more interesting. Obviously, at first, I was just as bewildered as everyone else. But as time passed and I began to adapt to my new life, I discovered that I actually loved being a girl.

It wasn't just the cute dresses and clothes that I now got to wear, but also the way people treated me. My classmates looked at me differently, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and pride as I navigated my new reality. My friends and I formed a tight-knit group, all of us grappling with the changes together. We swapped stories, shared fashion tips, and helped one another embrace our new identities.

One of my favorite parts of my new life was the freedom I felt to experiment with my appearance. I reveled in the opportunity to try different hairstyles, makeup, and clothing. I'd never cared much about fashion before, but now I found myself eagerly browsing through magazines and websites, trying to find the perfect outfit for every occasion. My tastes redeveloped, and my hobbies changed. I was more interested in hanging out with my friends than staying at home at my PS5.

And while the weeks went by, my friends and I started to adjust to our new lives. We laughed about the bizarre circumstances that had brought us together, and we made the best of our situation. We knew there was no going back, so we focused on moving forward and embracing our new reality.

I couldn't help but smile as I thought about how far I'd come. Two weeks ago, I would have never imagined that I could find happiness in this strange new world. But now, as I lay in bed, my heart swelled with gratitude for the experiences I'd had and the friends I'd made along the way.

With a contented sigh after giving myself an orgasm, I finally pulled myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom to wash away the damp lust between my legs. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I couldn't help but grin at the reflection staring back at me. The person in the mirror was no longer Max, but a confident, happy young woman.

If they found a way to reverse the gender swap, I wouldn’t consider switching back. I stripped off my clothes, marveling at the soft curves of my new body and decided that I would stay this way.