Ms. November 2021: No Nuts November (Patreon)

Trigger #114: "No Nuts November"

Spell Class: A simple TG spell cast on willing subject in a bid to "cheat" at No Nut November, with the caviet that if they have sex, the transformation will be permanent.

Transformation Type: Transformation of Gender, Relative Reality Shift.

Threat Level: Benign. Subject consented to transformation (although they may have slightly underestimated the implications of their new body.)

Subjects: Adam/Amy Campbelle, 21 year old college student.

From the personal diary of Amy Campbelle

10/31/2021:

Just had the best idea for how to totally win No Nut November this year! My pal Brad told me about this weird lady in a fedora downtown who does magic for real! Most of the time she's just turning men into women! And then I thought, "You can't nut if you don't HAVE nuts!"

I'm such a genius.

P.S. It's TOTALLY cool and manly to keep a diary, btw, fuck you Brad!

11/1/2021:

I went into her office and it was a really bizarre experience. She was like, super nice, even let me pet her cat. Do black cats just come with the whole witch thing? Anyways, I asked if she could turn me into a girl, but just for November. She smiled at me and called me an "egg" for some reason? Super weird. 

Anyways, out of nowhere she pulls out a calendar page and starts sketching on the back of it, asking me to describe my dream girl. That was easy. I said she'd have long hair, but in an updo and with bangs over one of her eyes because I always thought that looked super cute, right? Then my head got super itchy for some reason, and it felt like something was tugging at my hair, but she asked me to keep going as she kept sketching. I said she'd be a couple inches shorter than me, and she'd have nice big tits. Not too big, maybe high Ds low Es? And a thin waist, nice wide hips, and a butt to match.

Then I got a little dizzy, and thought the room was spinning, but really it was just growing. And that wasn't the only thing. I felt like someone was inflating two hot air balloons inside my chest. It was starting to get hard to breathe. The seat I was in started to feel like it was shrinking, too, but somehow also getting more comfortable? Like my butt WAS the cushion, and it was so big it was squishing against the sides. My legs felt like they were filling with jelly, and my nuts felt squished for a few seconds before they went completely numb. If I didn't know any better I'd have said they weren't there anymore.

Before I could look down to confirm though, she locked eyes with me and told me to keep going. She asked me about her fashion sense and personality. I swallowed, and when I did it felt like I'd accidentally swallowed my adam's apple. I said I usually liked really girly girls with good fashion sense. Pierced ears, nice makeup, cute clothes. But as soon as I'd finished talking I realized my voice was all high and squeaky. And then I felt something sharp poke through my ears. When my hands went up to feel them, I felt metal hanging out of my lobes. And then my face got all warm and fuzzy. It felt like someone was slathering it with paint or something. My lips suddenly tasted like cherry, and I blinked hard as my eyelashes started getting longer and darker.

My clothes were the cincher. I mean, literally, when they cinced around my body, and suddenly I could feel tight thin cloth wrapped around me at weird angles, and skin showing where it definitly shouldn't. It felt especially tight around my crotch and my chest, and that's when I knew.

Fedora lady smiled and turned over the page, revealing a sketch of the sexiest girl I'd ever seen. At first I was worried I'd get a hard on in front of this chick, but instead I felt something wet down there, and this raging heat inside my stomach.

"That's you, right?" she asked, smiling.

I looked down at myself, and yelped. Sure enough, I was a perfect copy of the girl on the back of the calendar. She spun it around and handed it to me. She told me that I was all girl, inside and out, and everyone around me would remember me as a girl, so I wouldn't have to worry about government ID's or anything. She told me the transformation would end after November, but there was a catch. If I had sex before midnight on November 30th, I'd be stuck as a girl forever. I took the page and smirked. "That's not gonna be a problem," I said, "can't fail No Nut November if you don't have nuts," I repeated.

She shrugged, smiled again, and wished me luck.

I could have sworn even the cat was laughing at me as I left the place.

11/2/21:

So far so good! Everyone is like, super nice to me now that I'm a girl! Ironically, Brad even stopped making all those jokes about me being girly! Although, he's been acting really weird around me since I changed.

I was worried I wouldn't be able to pass as a girl or handle the whole routine, but apparantly my skills have been changed, too! I'm much better with clothes and makeup now! Although, when I tried to play my old Xbox, I couldn't find it anywhere in my dorm. And when I went to play Brad's, I was holding the controller all wrong.

Then I remembered that I never had an Xbox growing up. In this reality or whatever, I never got that console for my birthday, I'd asked for dollhouses or makeup or clothes instead.

I guess every girl skill came at the cost of a guy skill. Hmm.

Ah well. I still had a ton of fun learning how to play with Brad.

He needs to get better AC, though. It's the middle of fall, but I felt super hot in there for some reason...

11/4/21:

Man, these boobs are BIG. I mean, not as big as some other girls I've seen. DEFINITLY not as big as those witch's boobs. But when you've never had tits, and suddenly they're on you, even A cups feel like a big change. And these are like three times that size! There's no ignoring them. I walk down the stairs, they bounce, even in the tightest sports bra. I lean over to pick up my pen, they hang and flash some nice cleavage. I move my arm, I'm brushing side tit. And they're so sensitive too! I just love squeezing them! But I've had to stop because every time I do my other hand sneaks down my pants, and that's dangerous.

But I also love catching guys looking down at them-

Uh, wait, why did I just write that? Must be girl brain talking. Stupid spell. Haha, weird...

11/6/21:

Uh, I think I might be gay now. No, I mean, I think, technically, I might be STRAIGHT now.

I mean, my own body still turns me on like crazy. I had to drag myself away from the mirror this morning because I was getting caught in this loop of looking at myself, then getting horny, then getting horny because of how horny I looked, and then having to take an ice cold shower just to calm myself down.

But when I look at other girls, I feel nothing! Before I could barely maintain eye contact with a cute girl. Now it was no big deal!

But then in the middle of class, I started thinking about Hugh Jackman for some reason!? Like, he's been Wolverine, Van Hellsing, AND Jean Valjean, and that's like, so hot. But as soon as I pictured him shirtless, I had to excuse myself and splash cold water on my face in the women's bathroom!

Had to touch up my makeup after that just in case, which only turned me on ALL OVER AGAIN because I look HOT in red lipstick AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

This... might be way more difficult than I thought. Apparantly being a girl doesn't mean I suddenly don't have a libido.

In fact, I'm worried that my libido as a girl is even bigger than it ever was as a guy...

11/15/21:

The halfway point! Thank Christ! I was worried I wouldn't make it!
Yesterday I had to lock myself in my dormroom because suddenly all of my male classmates were looking really attractive.

But this turned out to be a huge mistake, because I'd locked myself all alone with my stupid sexy body. I couldn't stop fucking touching myself! I'd catch myself squeezing my own tit, or running my hand down my thigh!

Eventually, I fell into this, like, heat induced stupor where I started... REALLY touching myself. Down there. I'd only gotten the tip in before I realized what I was doing and snapped out of it.

It felt SO good though! Way better than it ever felt as a guy, even though I'd only had a taste!

It really is too bad I'll never be able to experience sex as a girl or else I'd be stuck like this.

But I'm starting to think... would that really be all that bad, though...?

After all, I'm already starting to get used to it...

11/24/21:

I really needed to get out of my own head yesterday, so I asked Brad out to the movies. I picked some stupid rom com or whatever. Girl brain. Ugh.

Anyways, we get our popcorn and sit down. Brad had insisted on paying for some reason. Maybe he could tell I was having a rough day.

And then something, like, really sappy happened in the movie. Some guy running through a train station and confessing his true love or whatever. Usually I'd barf at scenes like that, but this time I started effing CRYING! And I couldn't stop! And my mascara was running, which just made me cry even more! I think I scared the shit out of poor Brad. I was an emotional WRECK.

He was super cute about it though, the way he hugged me, how he helped me dry my eyes and blow my nose, haha. How he looked at me with those deep blue eyes of his, calmed me down with that husky voice. How he wrapped me in those big arm muscles and made me feel so safe. How he made me laugh it off as he walked me back to my dorm.

There was this weird second in front of my dorm room where it felt like we were both waiting for something, though...

Aw well, if neither of us could remember, I'm sure it was nothing important.

11/25/21:

OH SHIT, WAS THAT A DATE!? DID I JUST GO ON A DATE WITH BRAD?!
AAAAAHHHHHH NONONONONONONONONO!

FUCK! EW! GROSS! FUCK!

I mean, there's nothing wrong with two guys dating of course, love is love, but for me EW NO, WHY DO I WANT TO KISS MY BEST FRIEND, YUCK!?

I'M STRAIGHT!

NO, I MEAN I'M GAY!

I LIKE GIRLS, DAMMIT!

STUPID GIRL BRAIN!

FUCK!

Just five more days! I can last five more days and then...

...

And then what?

11/26/21:

THIS SUCKS, I HATE BEING A GIRL, THIS SUCKS, I HATE BEING A GIRL, EVERYTHING FUCKING HURTS, WHERE IS ALL THIS BLOOD EVEN COMING FROM, FUCK THIS FUCK THIS FUCK!!!!!

11/27/21:

I need to call my mom. And my aunt. And my sister. And every single girl I've ever met and ever will meet.

And just apologize for like... EVERYTHING.

How the FUCK do they DO THIS EVERY MONTH?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

11/29/21:

I had a pretty harsh realization last night. Despite all of the embarrassment, the humilation, all the changes, and... OTHER things... I caught myself smiling more this past month than I ever did as a guy.

I started to wonder if I'd ever even been happy before... all of this.

I started to wonder if I really did this just to win a stupid, made up internet bet... or if that was just an excuse for... something else...

...

No. No no no.

I'm a man. I'm supposed to be a man.

This is just girl brain talking again...

... right...?

11/30/21:

I fucking made it.

Today was the toughest day of all.

I woke up and almost started the day flicking my bean after I saw myself in the outfit I'd picked.

I finally talked to Brad again and apologized for ignoring him the past few days. I explained everything and how I just... couldn't risk being around him until after this was all over. But I needed to see him. I needed a friend.

He was super cool about it, because of course he was, because he's fucking PERFECT, that stupid gorgeous himbo...

We spent most of the day together. Playing games (finally got my gamer cred back, take THAT spell!), watching TV, but mostly just... talking. We'd never really talked all that much before. I mean, sure we'd TALK, but it was mostly just... making fun of each other and shooting the shit. But now, we were actually TALKING talking, y'know? Making each other laugh, making each other think. Actually caring about how the other was feeling. Asking the real questions. I asked more questions and learned more about him then I EVER had before in the years we'd known each other. There was a whole new side to him! It was like meeting my best friend for the first time.

It was perfect...

BUT HOLY FUCK WAS I HORNY!

I WANTED TO MOUNT THIS MAN AND HAVE HIS BABIES!

I WANTED TO RIDE HIM BAREBACK LIKE HE WAS A RAGING BULL!

I WANTED BIG BRAD TO STICK HIS LITTLE BRAD ALL UP INSIDE ME!

DO YOU GET IT YET?!

I WANTED HIM TO FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME!

But not just because he's hot.

And he is SUUUUUUPER hot.

But because... I think I... I really like him. And that's not my "girl brain" talking.

No, I don't just LIKE him, I think I...

I think I'm about to make a huge mistake.

But there's still time!

12/1/21:

So I lost No Nut November.

And my manhood.

But, I did get one cute as hell boyfriend, and a rockin new body out of it.

And I finally lost my v-card! HA! Take THAT Suzie Roberts! You said I'd never ever get laid after I accidentally spilled punch on you at senior prom, but joke's on you! Plus I'm WAY hotter than you now, too!

Wait, why the hell did I even think I needed to change myself into a girl for No Nut November anyways, I was a virgin, for eff's sake?! It's not like I was getting any action, haha?!

Well, I'm glad I did.

Now every month's gonna be No Nut November.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

~Amy Campbelle

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(and Professional Egg-Cracker)

(Special thanks to Texbot for the request that inspired this piece and to all of you for your support!)