The Waterboy’s Woman, Part 3 (Patreon)

“Oh God, oh fuck! This feels sooooo damn goooooood!”

Tina cried out in joy as Eric took her from behind. The nerdy waterboy couldn’t believe that he was actually having sex with this gorgeous, round-hipped woman. Nor could he believe that this dark-skinned beauty with a large appetite for dick was actually Tyrone Johnson, second-in-command of the varsity swim team. He thrust into her, holding her wide hips as she bent over his living room table, allowing him to take her from behind. Her tits juggled, and she fondled them with one hand while moving her hips in time with his.

“Keep going dude, keep going, I’m nearly there!” she yelled.

Eric thrusted wordlessly, too turned on to speak. She looked back at him, and he was caught again by her beauty. Both of them locked eyes, neither believing fully what they were doing together.

And then she smiled. That gorgeous, full-lipped smile that seemed to take up half her face. And Eric couldn’t help but say something.

“You’re. So. Fucking. Beautiful!” he declared, and thrust into her tightness a final time, his balls unable to take the strain anymore of the cum that bursting to be released. He groaned heavily as he ejaculated into his condom, and as pressed himself ever deeper insider her, Tina’s eyes rolled back, and the smile turned into a pleasurable grin as her body shook and quaked, large ass wobbling against his hips. She cried out, collapsing forwards and moaning, sending the cups on the table launching onto the carpet with a thud. They stayed in that position, both of them gasping, until finally he pulled out, and she moaned sensually at the retreat.

The two of them looked at the chaos they had created, then back to each other. There was quite a bit of chaos. For a moment, Eric saw regret and horror on her face, until the woman that had been Tyrone erupted into a great belly laugh. He couldn’t help himself, he began to laugh too.

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“Damn dude, sex as a woman is the absolute bomb.”

Eric chuckled as Tina laid back in bed with him.

“No dude, I’m serious. That was hella righteous. I couldn’t even walk after you boned me. My legs were made of damn jelly.”

“It . . . it was good then?”

For that, he received a punch on the shoulder. “Good? Good!? I’m pretty sure my folks on the other side of town hear me cry out. Not that they’d recognise me now. I haven’t had an afro in over six years.”

Eric laughed. He couldn’t believe he’d ever thought Sean and Tyrone were one and the same. The two of them were once again watching an episode of Justice Star, and occasionally he commented on a piece of canon or lore that he recalled. She. She recalled.

“So . . . what happens when you turn back?”

She looked at him, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her beautiful dark eyes, her wider nose and full lips, all soft and perfectly formed. He could tell straight away from her searching expression that she had no idea, and was trying not to think about it.

“Fuck man, I dunno. Just four days ago I was perfectly happy being a big black stud, now I’m letting your white ass fuck mine! And the thing is I like it. And I like you too, Eric. You’re an absolute dork, but I think maybe I’ve been denying I am too, you know. I mean, ya’ll got an absolute nerd cave here, and it’s awesome.”

She looked away.

“Let’s just enjoy it while it lasts, man. Nothing wrong with that. We’ll stay here till I turn back, and . . . I don’t know.”

She pressed closer to Eric, kissed him on the cheek.

“What was that for?”

She smiled, all white teeth showing. “It’s not just about sex, dumbass. You’re pretty cool, Eric. Don’t let Sean or anyone call you waterboy again. I’m . . . I’m sorry that I did, dude.”

Eric breathed in, content, as she nestled against him. She was right; the moment was perfect. Why worry about the future? Just by having made the pill, he’d already set off a change of events that had made him more confident in himself.

He was about to drift asleep when Tina’s hand took his, and placed it around on her rounded behind. She pressed her fingers on his, allowing him to sample the supple flesh of her peachy behind.

“Enjoy it while it lasts, big boy,” she said.

He did.

Oh lord, he did.

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They were both awoken in the morning by a banging upon the door. Both stirred awake simultaneously, and Eric didn’t need his glasses to see that Tyrone had not emerged; Tina was still very much a woman.

“Hmm,” Tina groaned, her frizzy hair tousling, “I still got tits. What time is it?”

The banging continued, and a high-pitched voice echoed down into the basement.

“LET ME IN WATERBOY OR YOU’VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING!”

Both were fully awake by now, and Eric launched from the bed, Tina not far behind. The latter didn’t exactly have much in the way of clothes to wear, so she took one of Eric’s shirters and hoped that it was long enough to cover her ass. Eric got dressed in a hurry, grabbed his glasses, and vaulted up to the front door.

On the other side stood Sean. Shauna. And she was quite a sight to see. The former alpha male was adorned in a tight yellow cocktail that hugged her curves and pushed her generous assets up higher, creating two mountains and a deep, alluring line of cleavage. Her brown hair was not exactly styled, and her makeup was . . . interesting, to say the least, but it was undeniable that Sean’s womanly side was an absolute smokeshow, even if she did look like a mess. Unfortunately, she didn’t look exactly pleased.

“Waterboy, what the actual goddamned fuck has happened to me?”

She grabbed him with her small hands, and he was surprised at the strength and tenacity that she still possessed.

“What?” he blurted. She pushed him back into his house, slamming the door behind her as she entered. “What’s gone wrong? Didn’t you want this?”

“I did! Just once!” she yelled. “Because of your stupid addictive pills. I went out to party last night and ended up letting some stranger fuck me in my damn pussy because this body can’t control itself.”

Eric coughed. Tina was coming up the stairs, and was very obviously wearing a shirt with a large Darth Vader print on it. She was also very obviously not wearing any pants.

“Sean. Shauna. What’s going on, man?”

Shauna stared, her brain putting the pieces together until her already-angry expression turned to a sneer.

“Oh, this is just pathetic. You two? Tyrone, don’t you have any standards left at all?”

Tina stepped between Eric and Shauna, and jabbed a finger right in the brunette’s rounded boob. “Standards? You want to talk about standards, bitch? How about the fact that you still have a bit of something on the edge of your mouth, huh?”

Suddenly, Shauna turned pale. Eric hadn’t noticed it, but she did indeed appear to have evidence of dry semen in the corner of her mouth.

“At least Eric and I just fucked the usual way, ya’ll had to go and wear the slutty dress and blow a dude to kingdom come!”

Shauna was shaking in fury and embarrassment. Her fists were balled, and Eric thought a catfight was about to start.

“Look, uh, ladies. Gents. Whatever, I’m sure that -”

“Shut it, waterboy!”

Tina balled her fists, and stepped right up to Shauna. Eric hadn’t realised till now, nor had any of them, but Tina was taller than Shauna, and appeared to have retained more of her muscle mass.

“His name. Is. Eric. Got it?”

The tense situation lasted what felt like hours, but was in reality no more than ten seconds. Slowly, Shauna backed down.

“Eric. Sure, whatever. If you two lovebirds think of it that way. I don’t care either way; I’ve held you up this long Tyrone, it’s your choice if you want to drop back to bottom. We have bigger problems anyway, like the fact that neither of us have turned back.

That was enough to get all their attention.

“But, it’s still morning,” Tina spluttered.

Shauna held up her phone. It had a selfie of Sean with some popular girl on it, and the contrast between the man on the phone and the busty bombshell in front of them could not be more clear. She had bigger boobs than the already ‘talented’ woman in the photo.

“It’s nearly midday, you fucking morons. Or were you too busy screwing each other to notice?”

Tina turned to Eric, her eyes lit up with fear. Eric’s brow creased.

“It can’t be permanent. The levels don’t make sense. Not unless you took more.”

“I didn’t,” Tina said. Shauna didn’t say anything at all, but the other two didn’t notice: Eric was now all business.

“I’ll need a blood sample from both of you, again.”

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The two former males sighed in relief when the news was given. The effect was still only temporary. It was just that taking another dose so soon had caused the body to continue manufacturing the chemical balance that maintained their form. In layman’s terms: the more often they took the pills, the longer the change would last.

“But that’s okay. It just means you two need to lay off the pills, and everything will be fine. In fact, you’ll probably be turning back any second now.”

Even as he said it, Tina groaned. She clutched her gut, and looked to Eric.

“Uggh, good timing dude. I’m definitely changing again. God, it’s a trip, alright.”

They both watched as Tina changed back to Tyrone: her C-cup breasts deflated, her ass became toned and flat, her muscles inflated, and hair shrunk back to become a short buzz-cut. Soon, he was uncomfortably in a shirt too small for him, and a large penis was hanging rather openly.

“Damn, almost forgot what it’s like to be hanging dong like that. Jealous, Shauna?”

She gave him a glare. “We can compare sizes when I change back, nerdfucker.”

“Eric fucker, thank you very much.”

And so they waited. And waited. Even as Tyrone refitted himself back into his clothing, Shauna failed to turn back. She was beginning to whine, always having to bite back insults as Tyrone pushed back against her. But she didn’t turn back.

“What the fuck is wrong with this stupid body? Why can’t I get rid of these?” She gripped her large breasts and grabbed them for emphasis.

“Can you, uh, not do that?” Eric asked.

“Or what, you’re fuck me too? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Hey, leave him alone, man.”

“No Tina - I mean, Tyrone - let me handle it this time.” Eric stood up. “You know what, Shauna, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? We’ve already had sex, remember? And as I recall, you went longer and more times than Tina did! I mean Tyrone, whatever. And you got dressed up to party last night and ended up doing a one night stand. You’re enjoying this more than you care to admit, and you came to me wanting the pill, so don’t complain when you have to wait for its effects to wear off.”

Shauna was stunned and silent. So was Tyrone. Neither of them had ever seen Eric stand up to himself like that. The waterboy looked to Tyrone, who simply grinned and gave a thumbs up. It was odd, but Eric could still see Tina there, in that wide grin and those playful eyes. It was enough that his heart seemed to flutter for a moment.

“The only explanation is that you accidentally took more than one pill, Shauna.”

“I’m not a dumbass, waterb - I mean, Eric.”

“Then maybe it’s just random, I don’t know. The only explanation I can think of is if you double-dosed.

Shauna was trying to figure out another way to lie, when she was forced to clutch her gut and double over.

“Fucking finally,” she groaned, as the changes began. Soon Sean stood there, looking exceedingly out of place in a yellow dress that was threatening to come apart at the seams. He moved to grab his clothes, and seemed almost about to start something, until he shook his head, and instead said “this better not happen again. This ‘waiting around to change’ thing.”

“It shouldn’t,” Eric said, glad the tension was dissipating. “It’ll only be the case if you keep taking the pills a few days apart. You should be fine to try them again - if you like - in about a month’s time, I’d guess. The blood samples should bear that out, but the evidence I’ve already got from them give every indication that this is the case.”

“A month!?” Sean spat, only to realise how it sounded. “Yeah, a month should be easy. Right Tyrone?”

Tyrone just nodded.

“Well, you coming Tyrone?”

Tyrone shook his head. “I’ll catch you in the pool.”

“Don’t forget that.” Sean gathered the rest of his things, taking the yellow dress in a bag, and stormed out, leaving Tyrone and Eric together.

“So . . . I got no idea what to do next,” the dark-skinned athlete said.

“Me either,” the white-skinned geek replied. “I mean, you could always come and play games or watch stuff with me when you’re not a girl?”

Tyrone considered this. “I just might, dude. I just might. See you at the pool, anyway. You take care of yourself, alright.”

“You too, Tina.”

“Yeah, yeah, Tina Johnson. Has a nice ring to it, I won’t be denying. Oh, and good job standing up to Sean. That was real badass, bro.”

Eric smiled as he left, still uncertain how to feel. Little did he know Tyrone, looking cool as a cucumber, felt the exact same way. He felt the pull to take the pill as he left, to be Tina again. To feel the things she did, and to be totally open and at ease with Eric once more.

And if Tyrone felt it that strongly, Sean was already trembling at the thought of becoming a woman again. As the pro-athlete drove home, images of having a curvaceous form, of placing a big hard dick in her mouth and sucking its generous length, continued to fill his mind.

“Gotta be strong. Don’t take the pill,” he muttered, as he drove away.

◊◊◊

Over the next two days, the need only grew. Both men side-eyed the other. Something in their friendship had broken, and neither was sure if it could be repaired. Sean continued to swim obsessively, outpacing even his old records, and generally remained disgruntled and distant. The memory of being Shauna was still with him, and though he recognised the addiction, he secretly still longed to be her. The damn pills! If he’d never taken them, he’d never have ended up sleeping with another man - twice! - and subjecting himself to being such a pussy. At least, that was how he thought of it. On the other hand he couldn’t help but think on the fact that had he not taken them, he also would not have known the bliss of being a beautiful woman, lusted after and thrusted into. It made him bite his lip, and he increasingly found himself turning down dates with women and instead retreating to the privacy of a bathroom or his own bedroom, and masturbating to the experiences of the female form. Tyrone too was having similar issues, but mixed with that, he found himself distracted often; waving to Eric, smiling in his presence, and generally pushing the other swimmers to treat him as one of the team.

And so the two young men swam, trained, competed, and generally tried to avoid the nagging addiction in the back of their heads. It would prove to be a lot harder this time around.

Eric could see that something was distracting the two of them, and part of him secretly hoped that Tyrone would change again. Just as they had discussed, the swimmer had indeed come over to Eric’s house in the days that followed, and the two found genuine enjoyment in each other’s company, not only discussing their geeky passions, but also the upcoming swimming competitions, and where they saw the future lie.

“Chemistry. It’s my passion. Once I get a pill to work - one that can pass the testing stages - I’d like to sell it and make a profit. But I need better equipment for that, and to be fully certified.”

Tyrone nodded. “Dude, you made a gender changing pill before you’ve even graduated. I’m sure you’ll be on a cakewalk.”

Eric blushed, and took another slice of their shared pizza. “What about yourself Ty?”

Tyrone shrugged. “Don’t really get much say. Parents got the whole future mapped. Star swimmer, sports scholarship until my college years are done, go to work as a junior partner in my Dad’s car dealership.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Nah, man, it’s on the rails. I don’t got any choice in what I get to do. My folks want me to be a real big man, destined for great things and all that shit. I won’t lie, I’m almost jealous you get your own crib to do what you want in and follow your dreams.”

Eric went quiet. “I was always jealous of you, Tyrone. You and Sean. Half of what I’ve done is a pathetic attempt to be popular. I don’t really have many people around me that care for me.”

Tyrone punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Hell dude, I care about you! You reminded me of what I love, and you’re not ashamed of it. Don’t listen to Sean, he tries to make everyone into a meathead. I’m starting to think that dude has some issues.”

The two lapsed into silence as they competed yet again in their two-player video game. Eric was astonished that Tyrone won again. The man had game, but he seemed a little on edge. At the conclusion, he yipped in success, and as he placed the controller down, his hand brushed against Eric’s. Both pulled away.

Tyrone avoided his gaze for a moment, then coughed. “Hey man, speaking of issues, I’m just gonna come right out and say it. I wanna be a chick again. I wanna be Tina.”

Eric looked up at him. “Um, okay. I think it’ll be about four days before you should try again. Probably five if you want to play it safe.”

Tyrone shook his head. “What if I don’t want to play it safe, Eric? What if I want to be Tina, now?”

The other man stood up, astonished. “That’s not a good idea Ty. This stuff is addictive, it’s the addiction talking.”

“Oh, I’m addicted alright.” He gave that wide grin that he shared with his Tina form. “But it’s more than that, dude. It feels right. All that responsibility bullshit with my parents, with Sean? That all goes away. Look, my folks are away for the weekend. It’s Friday now. I don’t care if I’m a woman for a few days. And you can admit it, dog: neither do you.”

Eric was taken aback, particularly since it was the truth.

“I thought we were just hanging out?”

Tyrone smirked. “Me too. But being here, with you, and knowing all the stuff we did? Tell you don’t want some more of that. I know Tina does.”

“Are . . . are you sure?”

“Bet my black ass I am. And you like that ass, don’t you?”

He very much did. Eric reached for the cabinet, looking back one more time at his new and only friend. Was he really doing this? Wasn’t this a bad call? But Ty seemed genuine, and there was far more than a simple biological need behind the pill. It was an escape, and not in the same way a common drug was. It was a chance to be free. Eric opened the cabinet, surprised that he must have left it unlocked, and took out the container of Gender Bender pills. It felt lighter than it should have been; he’d need to keep making more pills for testing anyway.

“Okay, then.”

Tyrone swallowed the pill, and quicker than last time, his body warped. His generous C-cup breasts filled in, his hips and ass rounded out, his hair erupting out in a mop of loose black curls. Ty moaned in delight as his waist pinched in, his hips flared out, and his skin lost its hair, becoming smooth and unblemished. Soon, standing once more Eric, was the gorgeous Tina. She smiled, and it lit up his world.

“So, are we going to . . ?”
He left the statement up in the air, but Tina just shook her head, still smiling.

“Oh no, not that easily, big boy. Yeah, that’s right dude, I called you big boy; I can’t believe you’d been hiding that monster between your legs. But you’re gonna have to keep it contained, because we’re not staying here, oh no.”

Eric was confused. “Um, then where are we going?”

She grabbed his hand, already pulling him to the door.

“We’re going shopping man. If Shauna gets to wear a cocktail dress, then we’re finding something that shows off this hella great ass of mine. After all, I’ll need it for when you take me out on a date tonight.”

“A date?”

“A damned date, dude.”

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As Eric left with Tina, elated at what was happening, and more than a little overwhelmed, he failed to notice the figure outside the house, lurking in the bushes. Shauna - not Sean but Shauna - was terrified of being caught. It had taken effort to break into the waterboy’s house, and a lot of searching while Eric was out getting groceries to find the key to the pill cabinet. And now she was here, busty and female again, and it was like coming home. Just three little pills - there was no harm in that right? Just one more than last time? She could hit the town, enjoy a little female funtime, and by the end of the weekend, no one would be the wiser.

No one could know.

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The night, the weekend that followed was one of bliss for all three figures, though in very different ways indeed. Eric and Tina indeed went shopping, and Tina quickly found there was a lot about being female she had to learn, and fast, if she was going to be convincing. For one, women’s clothing was a lot more variable, and finding a set of jeans to match the contours of her hips and behind was more difficult than expected. She struggled getting a bra on, and enjoyed teasing Eric by getting him to help her until she’d slowly mastered it. She even picked a black pushup bra to emphasise her upper body ‘assets’. She grabbed other things as well; some makeup, which she was terrible at applying; skincare products, just to see what they were like; and hair products too, as she had decided to let some professionals style her hair.

All the time, Eric was by her side, astonished at just how heavily Tyrone was leaning into the role, and furthermore how much he was turned on by it. She clearly recognised that fact, as she continually teased him about it, allowing him to watch her wobbling ass as she bent over or walked ahead, hips sashaying sensually from side to side.

That night, they shared a dinner at a nice midrange restaurant, her in a cute black dress that absolutely emphasised her best features.

“They’re all looking at me,” she said, referring to numerous male patrons in the room. “So this is how it feels on the other side. I gotta say, I kinda don’t mind it. The catcalling earlier sucked, but this, I could get used to. It’s like being cheered on for swimming, only I don’t have to be near a pool at all.”

“You deserve it,” Eric ventured, “you look absolutely stunning.”

She reached out a hand and took his. “Dude, you got game. Now let’s get the check so you can take me back to your place and I can fuck your brains out.”

No man had ever called for a check faster, and that night, the two budding lovebirds continued to experiment with her new body. They spend the weekend enjoying one another’s company, beyond just sex. Eric helped Tina re-engage with Tyrone’s old nerdy interests, leading to some spirited debate on comic canon, and Tina - still being an impressively fit woman - decided to repay the favour by starting Eric on a fitness workout.

“I’m glad you decided to be Tina again,” Eric said.

“Me too,” she said, as she allowed him to spoon her gently. “Tomorrow I’ll be Tyrone again. It’s been a damn good weekend. Crazy, but damn good. I dunno how Sean stayed a dude. I guess he’s always been dedicated. Man is crazy.”

In fact, Sean’s reality was quite different. Tina’s need to be filled, to have a man’s touch, paled in comparison to Shauna’s. The hot brunette refused to let anyone know her secret, especially that damn waterboy. Instead, she operated secretly, doing her best to enjoy one-night stands and dates, showing off her delectable cleavage and svelte form. She was a vamp, not some meek and submissive beauty but an aggressive and horny dominator who hunted her targets as eagerly as she pursued her medals. She had thought the victory in the pool had been ecstasy, but that was nothing compared to flirting aggressively with a man in a club, grabbing him by his collar, and demanding that he let her fuck his brains out.

Riding on top was her favourite position. Some vestige of her alpha male personality was able to retain itself in this act of domination. Just as Sean had been a slayer of women, Shauna was a slayer of men, able to command them with the suggestive flicker of a finger, a seductive bit of the lip, a rake of her nails upon a man’s back.

“Fuck me,” she’d command, “and you better do your best work, because I want a good fuck so fucking bad, and there’s a line of men waiting to get this bod in their bedroom if you fail to make me orgasm.”

“Uh, yes ma’am,” one of these men replied. She could only lick her lips and leap at him, pushing him back and playing at his cock until he was about to burst, and only once the condom was on would she get him off, and herself as well.

It was an addiction, and it only got worse when the pills wore off, and she became male once more. Tyrone had already turned back a day earlier, and Sean had to text in sick just to make an excuse. The changes were lasting longer, and that should have scared him, but instead it only made her more adamant to embrace her femininity while it lasted: Shauna got her ears pierced with golden earrings, her hair done professionally, and began to hand closer and closer around her teammates, as soon as she was certain Tyrone would not see her.

The change back eventually came, and Sean couldn’t remove his earrings, his feminine dress, and his other feminine additions soon enough. It horrified him, what he was turning into, and he blamed Eric. The damned waterboy was laughing at him! And yet, he had invented something that had changed everything for the former Varsity swim star. There had to be some way to keep turning female, as often as he liked, but without the damned addiction. If he wasn’t careful, he could end up being Shauna permanently, and that terrified him.

“It’s just a phase, dammit,” he repeated to himself in the mirror, still feeling the pull. “It’s just a phase. It’s just a fucking phase!”

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The pattern had continued for several more weeks, when Eric opened the door. After several days since the last change-back, he suspected who it would likely be. Tina had existed for a full week last time, and it was getting harder for her to conceal herself. People were beginning to ask questions, and it was only Sean’s illness preventing him from coming to school that stopped the secret from breaking.

Sure enough, it was Tyrone.

“Hey Tyrone, how’s it going? I hope it’s not weird after . . . well, all that happened on the weekend.”

Tyrone shook his head. “Not at all dude. In fact, it made things clear for me. Can I come in?” His demeanour was calm, almost zen, as if he was totally sure of himself. Eric knew both Tyrone and Tina long enough now that he could see when they felt under pressure. This was the first time the male half had seemed so utterly without anxiety. Eric beckoned him in.

“What’s up? I’ve been keeping the routine up. My arms feel like hell, but you’re right, it gets easier.”

“That’s real cool man, seriously. But that’s not why I dropped by.”

Eric raised an eyebrow. “Anything wrong?”

“That’s just it man, there’s nothing wrong! I woke up this morning feeling better than I ever have as Tyrone, because I made a decision: I’ve decided to become Tina.”

The other man shook his head. “Can’t do Ty. It was a stupid risk last time. Your change could last weeks at this point; it grows exponentially. Hell, if you took too many pills, the change could become permanent!”

“You don’t get it, Eric. I’m not saying I want to be Tina for a day, or a week, or a year. I wanna be Tina, full stop. Permanent. Exactly what you’re saying.”

His face was genuine, his eyes almost fanatical. Eric had to take a moment; Tyrone had actually thought about this. It was no sudden decision. He truly believed it.

“Ty . . .”

“Listen man, how long has it been since I became a woman that first time? It’s been a month. And it’s been the best damn month of my life, dude. I don’t wanna be the person my folks want me to be anymore. I don’t want to be the person Sean wants me to be anymore. I wanna be my own man. My own woman. I want to be Tina, for the rest of my life. And I want to be with you Eric.”

“You . . . with me?”

“Yes, stupid. Goddamnit, why is this so hard.” Tyrone punched Eric lightly on the shoulder. “Do I have to say it out loud, I - “

“You prefer being that way,” Eric blurted. “It makes you feel free. Like you’re finally your own person, and can be who you want.”

Tyrone was shocked now, but recovered with an enormous grin. He reached forward and grabbed the smaller man, enveloping him in his strong grip.

“I knew you’d get it, you dork. So you understand, I’m not gonna let you talk me out of this. As Tyrone, I know I love you. But as Tina, I feel it, ya know?”

Eric nodded. “I think I understand. Are you sure about this?”

“It’s the one thing I am sure of. That, and about you.”

“I’ll . . . I’ll go unlock the cabinet. I don’t think I could stop you anyway.”

The two made their way to the basement, Eric’s nervousness growing. Was this really the right decision? He wasn’t sure what to think, except that things were about to change, potentially forever. But while Tyrone needed the pill, Eric had his own addiction. He couldn’t get Tina out of his mind. He wanted her, and the selfish, and selfless, part of his brain wanted to be happy, and for his love to be happy too. Was that so wrong?

He brought the container from the cabinet, still feeling lighter than it should have been - had he lost a few pills? - and placed it in Tyrone’s hands.

“I won’t stop you,” he said, and took a step back.

Tyrone eyed the packed. He knew he was giving up so much - how to even explain it to the people he knew? To his teammates? Hell, to Sean?

But before he could commit, the door upstairs slammed opened, and a familiar voice called out: “ERIC! ERIIIIIIIC!? WHERE ARE YOU, YOU DAMNED WATERBOY?”

Sean practically leapt down the stairs, a madness in his eyes. There were dark circles beneath them, and his hair was ragged.

“Sean, what the hell happened to you man?”

“He did!” Sean yelled, jabbing a finger at Eric. “Him and his fucking gender pills! I can’t stop thinking about them - even when I go to sleep I dream about them. It’s all I can think about, and it’s all his fault!”

He reached forward and grabbed Eric by the collar. “Give them to me, waterboy! I need to flush them down the toilet, I need to get rid of all of them!”

“I’m sorry Sean, we’re using them.”

Sean sneered at Tyrone, whose own face was set in a dark crease.

“Oh, I should have suspected. You and the nerd boy, together again. I should have realised you were too weak to make the cut, Tyrone. Too caught up in nerdy shit and being a pussy to be a real man.”

Tyrone crossed his arms, stepping forward to place a hand on Eric’s shoulder. “Be a real man, huh? Like you were when you became Shauna? When you got dressed up to show off those big tits of yours, Sean? Real man like that?”

Sean pushed Eric forward and staggered back, clutching his head like a madman. “Shut up! SHUT UP! That’s not me! That was never me! It was all him. That fucking waterboy and his experiments. I’m going to flush that shit down the toilet, so it never sees the light again.”

Eric hesitated. “Sean . . . you’re addicted. You have to resist. I’m sorry this happened to you and I feel responsible, but you haven’t had a pill in several weeks, you should be nearly over it.”

Sean laughed, and it was a manic laugh that chilled Tyrone and Eric to the core.

“Haven’t had a pill? Haven’t had a pill!? You know, for a smart kid, you really are as dumb as Tyrone here. I’ve been breaking in to your house for weeks to get those damn pills of yours. I’ve been stuck turning into Shauna for fucking WEEKS!”

The revelation stunned the other two into silence. It explained Sean’s seemingly mad countenance; he’d spent far more time as Shauna as Sean since that first mishap of a night, and it was clear he was fighting a losing battle.

And he was going full scorched earth to win.

“Now. Give. Me. Those. Damn. Pills.”

“Okay, as soon as we’re done -”

“NOW!”

Sean leapt forward, knocking Eric to the ground and shoving Tyrone aside with an almost superhuman strength. He reached the cabinet and flung it open, tossing aside container after container as the other two stood, all the while muttering insanely to himself.

“It’s not here, where have you put it? WHERE?”

He locked eyes with Eric, who subconsciously looked to Tyrone. Sean smiled, and it was not a kind smile. There, still clutched in Tyrone’s hand, was the pill box.

“Back down, Sean.”

But Sean was beyond words now. He shoulder charged Tyrone, knocking both to the floor, and scattering tabletop figurines all over the floor. Pills rolled all over the floor, and the two men rolled over them as Sean delivered punch after punch at Tyrone, who was blocking to the best of his ability.

“I’m going to get rid of those damn pills for good! And then, I’m gonna get the waterboy too, just so they never come back!”

But even as he said it, Tyrone got a shot in, and Eric managed to tackle Sean from the side before he could return. The three bodies scattered on the ground, upending another table. Sean swivelled, took in the mismatched situation, and changed tactics. He grabbed as many pills as he could with one hand and, without regard for his own defence, grabbed Tyrone by the face, ramming as many of the pills down his former friend’s throat as possible.

Tyrone’s eyes went wide, and he pushed back Sean. But it was too late; he’d swallowed them, and after so many previous experiences with the change, it came on almost immediately. Tyrone’s muscle mass shrank immensely, and his clothes became ill-fitting. Two breasts tented the front of his large shirt, and his hips cracked wide. His manhood slithered back into his body for the last time, becoming a fully functioning vagina.

Sean smirked in triumph, and wiped the blood from his mouth.

“Let’s see if you can take me now, pussy!”

Tina raised her fists, and readied her stance. She knew there was no way she could take on Sean; she was still tough, but she had no chance against a male in his peak physical condition.

“You were always a shitty friend, Sean.”

“Yeah, we’ll you’re a shitty excuse for a man.”

“Maybe. But I’m not letting you touch Eric. I love him.”

The man roared in anger, rearing up to deck Tina, who refused to back down. But the confession of love stirred Eric to respond. Rising like the wind, moving like lightning, the gangly man found his reflexes kicking in to defend the person he had come to cherish. He swiped a pill of pills and threw a wad of them at point blank range.

Right into Sean’s throat.

The mad athlete coughed, unbelieving. “No, no no fuck fuck fuck no no!”

It was too late; his body was already becoming Shauna’s: size deflating, muscles deflates, penis folding up into his body and his figure becoming a perfect hourglass. Two large double-D cup breasts pushed out from his chest, and long brunette hair cascaded down his shoulders.

“How - fucking HOW!? You’re a damn waterboy!”

Eric grinned. “And if you’d paid attention to what was in the room, instead of trashing it, you’d see that there was always one sport I was good at: discus throwing.”

Shauna looked about ready to explode. Her chest heaved, and her ample mountains rose to form a canyon of cleavage.

“I’LL KILL YOU!””

She made it one step before Tina dropped to the ground, swept her leg in a perfectly executed manoeuvre, and knocked her lights out with a single punch.

“You know,” Tina said, breathing heavily, and wiping blood from her lip, “you may have been the tougher man Sean, but I’m certainly a tougher girl than you’ll ever be. Get used to it.”

Shauna, who was already losing consciousness, closed her eyes. Eric helped Tina up, and the two regarded the sleeping figure on the floor.

“Holy fuck dude, that was crazy. Sean out of fucking nowhere. Is she stuck like that?”

“I’d have to do the blood work to be sure,” Eric said, “but I’d say almost certainly. If what Sean said was true, and she’s been sneaking out the pills, that was her last chance to not be a woman.”

Tina shrugged. “I don’t regret making that decision for her. She was going to hurt you, and . . .”

She trailed off. Eric turned to her, taking in her beauty. Her perfect dark skin, her dark eyes that somehow managed to contain so much brightness. The frizzy curls of her hair that bounced and bobbed freely with each movement, as free as she looked. Despite the bloody lip that was already swelling, the cut over her eyebrow, and the hilariously ill-fitting clothes, she was the very image of someone who was finally content in her own skin.

“Hey,” he said, “back there, you said you loved me.”

She looked away. “Oh, yeah. I guess I did, huh. It was a big moment. A lot going on dude, and you know, I’m sorta knew to this -”

Eric pulled her in for a kiss. Her eyes widened, then closed, and she returned it with as much passion and feeling as he did, holding her body close to his.

“I love you too,” he said, as they parted.

Tina laughed. “Thank fuck, ‘cause that was awkward, man.”

“I thought it was very romantic.”

“The ladies always said Tyrone was a romantic. I guess Tina is too. Plus, there was lots of badass action going on to justify it. I had to take down a real bad dude and defend my helpless boyfriend.”

“I wasn’t helpless. I came in clutch there. Disco thrower, remember?”

She punched him on the arm. “Ya’ll continue to surprise, dude! Can I still say dude if I’m a girl for good now? Fuck it, I am. I get to choose who I want to be, right?”

“Right.”

“Then I love you, dude.”

“I love you too.”

They shared a moment, before appreciating once more the carnage around them. Shauna was slowly stirring awake, and the time for romance was quickly ending.

“Well, this just got real, huh?”

“Yeah, what are we going to do with her?”

◊◊◊

The next few months were sadly much more humdrum and filled with paperwork and family drama. Tyrone had become Tina, but as much as it gave her the freedom and self-respect she’d always wanted, there was still the matter of getting her new identity in the system. Her family were incredibly disappointed, and for the time being were not speaking to her. Tina didn’t care too much, though the drama at college was a little harder to take; her secret was out, and her former teammates alternated between avoiding her on campus, hitting on her, or making jokes at her expense.

For now, she was living by herself. Eric had offered several times to share his house with her; it was quite empty after all, and they were going steady. Tina let him knew she appreciated it, and she would probably move in some day, but for now she wanted to have her own apartment, and learn what it was to be a woman. To be Tina.

That task proved harder than expected. For all the whirlwind of sex and banter and escapades she’d initially had as Tina, the new and permanently female woman found herself forced to be a quick study, especially once her period came. Those light punches on Eric’s arm had to stop when her time of the month came, they hit a little harder than intended, and she felt awful for it. But beyond the annoyances of cramps and choosing between tampons and cups and pads, there was also general feminine hygiene, makeup, hair styling, clothing, and putting up with both the benefits and downsides of being a woman.

It was hard at times, especially when she was catcalled and felt unsafe around a random stranger, or when her opinions were dismissed because she was a very attractive woman. But for Tina, as much as those moments sucked, she was grateful to be who she was. She’d even made a small circle of female friends to help induct her into her new life, and that circle was slowly getting bigger.

But most of all, she had Eric. That shy, introverted, yet deeply kind and patient man, who’d changed as much as she had. He’d emerged from his shell, and she had too, and both were better for it. It certainly made their shared nights together quite passionate; it seems the Gender Bender pills came with the side effect of a heightened libido, and she never backed down from insisting Eric give her a good fucking. Certainly, he never failed to ‘rise’ to the occasion.

As for Shauna? Well, her path was an altogether different one. No charges were filed due to the insanity of the situation, and Shauna had her own issues to deal with. Ones that both Eric and Tyrone suspected they were unable to help. But while she would never be close to those two, after a month of confusion and self-hate, she too emerged from her cocoon like a butterfly. Like Sean, she never lost her aggression, her need to dominate and always prove herself. Only now, this existed in the bedroom, in her looks, in her ability to command with just her looks and the curvature of her bustline. Shauna was the most popular girl on campus pretty soon, even among her former swimming teammates, but she made sure they all knew in bed who was boss. It was rare not to see her strutting on campus or at night in an expensive dress or shirt that emphasised her best parts. Perhaps it was that something broke in Sean that led to this outcome, or perhaps it was that in fighting it so hard, he was simply denying how much he deeply wanted this new role.

Still, it didn’t enter the thoughts of Tina and Eric. A full four months after the change, they lay together in bed, panting in post-coital bliss. Her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and she pressed her soft body against that of her lover, enjoying the ways her sensitive nipples brushed against his chest. He’d continued to work out, and she was liking the results. He’d never be a pro-athlete, but there was a sexiness to him that she just adored. And, of course, she loved the way he gripped her ass during and after sex. It drove them both wild.

“So,” Eric said, “that was amazing. As usual.”

“Fuck yeah, man,” Tina chuckled, “you ain’t so bad yourself. Shall we go another round?”

“Sure, I’ve got enough in the tank. Just let me get some fluids first.”

Tina giggled, a wide smile taking over her face.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, just how much has changed, and how much hasn’t. Even after all this time, you’re still my waterboy.”

The two laughed, and Eric went to fetch the water. They’d certainly be needing it that night, and nights yet to come.

The End