I’m Turning Into A Girl I Guess (Slacker TG) (Patreon)

Katie could feel her chances at her recommendation slipping away with every sleepy snort, regretting her own stupid words with every waking period that passed in school. Or maybe she should call them sleeping periods, John the class slacker never able to keep more than two minutes without yawning, his eyes drooping lower and lower. Everyone had given up on him already, the teachers who were once annoyed ignoring his desk like it was haunted, even the bullies bored of teasing the hopeless sleeper. But Katie refused to give up, mostly because she couldn't. She was one of those over achieving goody two shoes, the suck up only partially an act to get on the principal's good graces. It was also a double edged sword when she bragged about how much she savored a challenge, promising to reform anyone and everyone for the single principle recommendation letter. How she had kept her smile when he asked her to deal with the number one problem child of the school she had no idea, but those were the terms of her letter and she was going to get them.

The issue was, he wasn't just unresponsive, the sleepy shithead seemed almost catatonic most of the time. She had tried tutoring him, but he didn't even seem to hear her offers of it much less show up, and when she did push him he'd only talk about what a pain it'd be before yawning and mumbling something about games before heading to his home. Katie had gone down a list, from bribes to threats to even an embarrassing sexual advance, the last one hurting her pride as a woman when he barely seemed to care. In her agonizing over it she wondered how a person could ever be this lazy, this unresponsive to even the slightest human urge to better one's self. Eventually she settled on it being because he was a man, his family some large games distributor magnate, his life one of spoiled, uninterrupted comfort. That's why she had brought her aunt's spellbook to class, happy to strip this eyesore of his safety with a single, simple spell.

It wasn't hard to justify in her mind, John's lack of will to do anything including even the bare minimum. Honestly this would be good for him, a shake up that would make him see the world differently, be forced to actually work towards things. If she did this it'd all just help both of them. It wasn't selfish at all, and she kept repeating that as she opened the book, using the first period bell to cover up her quick chanting, a slight pink glow surrounding John as his head nestled into his arms as he tried to sleep. Katie just smirked as the nape of his neck grew more obscured with black hairs, knowing that soon he'd be much improved.

John was mostly just tired as the bell rang, almost like a reverse alarm as it signaled when he could sleep. There was a slightly weird buzz that ran through him for a second, but he mostly just put it off to his usual insomnia leaving him exhausted most days. He knew what his life was going to be anyways, the one thing he was good about being the family business. The rest was just an annoying prelude to what he'd actually be doing. Besides sleeping was nice. No one could bother you, no one could-

"Hey John you okay? You just uh... you glowed pink for a second there."

"Hmm?"

He rolled a bit to the left, looking at his neighbor uh... whatever his name was. Nice guy, but John didn't really talk with him. Still what a weird thing to say, and it was interrupting that nice kind of buzz that was growing, John feeling really really good for some reason.

"Eh ss nothing."

He just wanted to end the conversation, scratching the back of his neck as something kept tickling him. Just some hair. For some reason his neighbor's eyes bugged out though as he looked on, confusing him more.

"Uh John, I think your hair's starting to grow! Like, fast!"

John paused, feeling the licks of hair spread further, carpeting down his hand more and more all of it silky, taken care of. He shrugged.

"Eh hair grows all the time. Don't care. Wanna sleep."

It was kind of weird that his hair was growing so fast, but it felt nice on his neck, almost like a blanket tucking him tightly. And the drool marked wood of his desk was calling to him, John ready to sleep with the new soft hair of his a nice bonus to-

"Ohh~..."

The class paused, the slightly muted moan obvious, John a bit confused at what had happened. Everyone was looking around for who it had come from, John not caring much if they knew it was him, more annoyed at something interrupting his sleep. It was simple, he just had to lie down like usual, John repeating the same motion he had done every other day, but slower, resting his cheeks on his hands, his shoulders on the wood, his chest on-

"Ahhhh~?!"

Now everyone was staring, John blushing not from the attention, but from the pulsing soreness afflicting his chest. His nipples just felt weird, stiffly scraping against his shirt like the tip of his dick after a quick jerk, the sensation impossible to ignore once he noticed it. Annoyingly the feelings were making his dick hard, yet another obstacle to sleeping, his thighs now awkwardly rubbing against it as it plastered to his right, his black uniform pants doing little to hide it. He poked one, giving another moan as his cock twitched, feeling an insistent heat pool inside of it as it dented his black overcoat, the other doing the same as two obvious discs now stood erect in his jacket.

The other students were starting to whisper as he fidgeted, John scratching his cheek as he tried to figure out what was going on with his nipples. His cheeks felt impeccably smooth that day, not that he usually had much facial hair but he could never be bothered to shave so there was always a slight prickliness, not that he minded as it meant less work for him, the scratch of his nail only getting nicer as it grew. But there was still one large problem with his nipples being this perky. He'd never find a comfortable position to nap like this!

The rest of the room was more concerned with all the other stuff happening visibly, like the hair spilling down a bit past his shoulders, his pale cheeks visibly clearing up of any acne and imperfections as his cheek and chin silently popped to a different position.

"Are you okay?"

It was another student, John not really used to being talked to this much, shrugging as something popped slightly, his uniform looking kind of baggy as he shuffled his chair forwards.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just feel a little- Nngh."

He flinched, his nose shrinking with a sudden pop, his voice cracking up and down adding more fuel to the whispers populating the classroom. People were raising a fuss about something, but John didn't really care. He felt a little out of it, but the weird stuff felt good so he didn't care too much even if his erection wasn't getting any smaller. He yawned, ignorant of the rest of his chin and other cheek popping to something rounder, girlier, smacking his lips as they plumped nicely, the touch reminiscent of his favorite pillow. Even though the room was bustling, the thought of his pillow was enough to make his tiredness win out, John's eyes heavy with exhaustion and mascara, each lash gaining a coat as his eyes fluttered, half lidded as they grew in the sockets.

Someone was yelling about transformations or something. Wasn't that the short story they were doing in class? Eh must not be about him then. He hadn't read it so he figured the main guy's name must have been John. Good for him. What mattered now was that he got to sleep, slowly making his way to his sleeping position, carefully craning his softened cheeks into the cradle of his hands. Except he didn't even get to his chest being weird, his hands not feeling as comfortable. Looking down, his fingers were slim, the nails annoyingly long as they poked him in the cheeks. He tried biting them off, but each cuticle regrew longer, tasting of polish as he stopped, sighing as he repositioned himself.

He didn't usually use the crook of his elbow, his bony arms not exactly the best for napping, but they were thankfully changing too, his temple resting lightly on the elbow itself as his arms lightly throbbed, almost massaging his face as the lanky thinness plushed a bit, soft womanly fat comfortably ushering him back to sleep as his closer chair positioning let him slide his tender nips on the flat wood instead of scraping against the edge. It still got him horny and the heat inside his chest was annoying, but he could work with this. He just had to ignore it and it'd fade and he could go back to sle-

"WAKE UP JOHN!"

He groaned, not wanting to, annoyed at the interruption, a series of other classmates joining in as he cupped his ears to block out the worried cries. This put more pressure on his chest, making that swelling heat throb worse and worse, the warmth swimming in his core as he gave a whiny little moan, feeling it build and build until-

GLLWWP

SMACK

"Owwwww ahh ahh~!"

Something had felt incredible for a second, his nips stinging, his cock slightly wet with precum from the sudden swell of flesh, the force launching his face up two inches before smacking it down against the wood. His slumped posture had hidden most of the shrinkage to his shoulders from the class, leaving his uniform baggy though it had a subtle bulge now to the front, his shirt feeling just a bit snug at the chest and loose in the waist. The class fell silent when he gave another surprised moan, wriggling in his seat as the tightness in his chest worsened. It was noticeably starting to bulge, John annoyed at the cushioned feeling, though when his nipples scraped against the folds of fabric an especially nice tingle ran down his spine, his pants a little damp now.

"Uh, you okay... John?"

Didn't someone already ask him that? Well obviously he wasn't since he was still awake, though now there was this annoying rumbling in his stomach, something slowly rummaging through his innards in a way that was more discomforting than painful. It kind of felt good, but he couldn't sleep like this. Especially with how noisy everyone was being.

"It's fine, just feel a bit weird."

He sat back down, trying to act like things were normal, not wanting the hassle of going to the nurse. He'd have to walk halfway across the school, call his parents, get yelled at for not taking things seriously and all over what was probably just some indigestion. The class wasn't convinced, all of them sneaking peeks at him as he just tried to let it pass, John taking out a notebook as the teacher stuttered onwards, seemingly more surprised at him actually studying than the other obvious changes. Then again, no one really knew what to do about the situation, all of it so weird that they just stared as the teacher droned on.

Of course, John was just doodling, waiting for it to pass, sighing every now and then as the internal squeeze of his waist felt like a series of small burps, each one resolving at his chest with a burst of pleasure as his uniform began to get uncomfortable. Sure it still felt really good, but it was a struggle to breathe at points, his uniform stretched taut, the buttons straining to keep shut as his chest grew. He really didn't want to get detention for breaking the strict uniform policy at school, his home time all he cared about, but it was becoming impossible, his cock straining as it leaked, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. They were tight, making it difficult to undo, but as he got the first one off it got easier, the whispers growing as people noticed him struggling, John releasing a sigh as he got the last one free as he felt some relief.

Or did he?

"NNGH!"

The cool air was a relief to his sweaty chest, though it made his aching nipples throb faster, his legs twitching together as the digging feeling in his abdomen worsened.

"Ohh~ mmph ahh..."

He felt hot, a solid sweat building across him, his throat dry as he fished around his bag for a water. The sensation just kept digging into some private piece of him, his sighs getting louder as his white dress shirt tensed. He downed a few gulps, hoping that would help, the last bit of irritation in his throat resolving as he felt it splash into his stomach.

"Ahh~ ahh OOOH~!"

His jacket slid off, something surging up, the class once more staring at him as his breasts surged. John scrabbled at his collar, with one hand, the other clutched at his core, tension building as his breasts grew and grew, girls shrieking at the sight, his neighbors scrambling away as he gave a strangled scream. The top button broke, flinging against the wall, making a small chip as the class jumped, John's waist giving one final gurgle as his breasts finished growing, a loud sonorous moan echoing as he came.

There was an awkward silence after that, John's head spinning, groaning as the digging was now firmly between his hips, his cock still hard. After panting for a minute, he looked down, seeing the obvious breasts half the class was gawking at.

"Oh..."

He turned around to the nice neighbor, the one he couldn't remember the name of, flinching as the hollow digging was spreading inside, his pants starting to feel tight.

"Uh, I think I need to go to the nurse's ahh~ ahh ahhffice..."

It didn't take long for John's legs to give as he was carried by a few volunteers, his hips continuing to pop as his legs felt like jelly. He had to admit it felt nice being carried, but the scrambling of his innards was getting worse. Everyone else was thoroughly awkwarded out by his moans, especially as his pants began to sag on his shrunken body. At least they didn't break like his shirt, his hips spreading wider by the second, his thighs plump by the time he was set on a bed in the Nurse's office. The nurse just kind of looked on in shock, unsure of what she could even do as he kicked out of his shoes. With a final crunch his hips finished growing, John panting on the soft sheets more exhausted than usual. The nurse asked him what was happening, John pretty sure the answer was obvious, though before he could respond the digging reached right under his cock, John letting out a low moan before falling to the bed.

For the first few tugs he struggled, clenching his muscles, groaning as he felt his cock shrink. But the pillowy touch of his thighs was soft, and he was on an actual bed instead of a desk, a really comfy bed. He had to ask if he really cared, if it really mattered. It didn't hurt, in fact the slow melting of his groin was indescribably pleasant, his struggles fading to pleased moans as his tired cock nestled in like he did when he was ready to call it quits for the night. John groaned as he felt his tip push inside, a clear, wet puddle darkening the sheets as his body gave one last heave before she collapsed to the bed, moaning as her sighs spilled into quiet, whispery snores as she fell asleep.

She honestly seemed more upset at being woken up than losing her dick as she yawned, looking at her finished body before staring up at the crowd of concerned onlookers.

"I think it's done. So uh, does this mean I have to go back to class now?"

No one really knew what to expect when they heard that Jane was coming back, the same excitement for a transfer student bubbling up as people asked the volunteers how hot she was, was her personality different, was it contagious. Eventually she just walked in, fidgeting with her skirt, not looking comfortable in the girl's uniform. It all had the air of a beginner, even her bow sloppily tied and hanging off her unbuttoned blouse. She moved to the front of the class, turned to face them and paused, looking incredibly awkward.

"So uh... I turned into a girl or something. That's it."

Jane hoped she could just get back to her usual routines, but her classmates were overly curious, pestering at her as she tried to nap, the girls fussing over her like a lost pet as they spruced up her uniform, the guys being weird, not that she really cared.

"Hey Jane could I touch your breasts?"

"Sure, just buy me lunch later."

She didn't get what the big deal was when the girls told her not to. They were just breasts. She couldn't even use them as pillows and lunch was lunch. But her easy acceptance seemed to light a fire under the rest of her classmates, even the girls wanting to take advantage of her passivity.

"Jane could we like, dress you up in this suuuper cute bunny outfit we found after school?"

"Ugh do I have to?"

"We'll do your calc project."

"...fine."

"Wanna fuck?"

"Eh too much work."

"I can slip you all the test answers when I finish."

"...still too much work. Now let me nap."

Katie was feeling incredibly mixed on everything, the whole class fawning over Jane, the sleepy girl treated like a princess. Her grades had improved(because guys kept offering to do her homework), she was more outgoing(because the girls used her as their doll) and it only occurred to her after the fact that she couldn't actually take credit for changing her classmate irrevocably. But the improvements were there so she had her scholarship. It all had worked out... kind of.