Dawson was a star baseball player, with a strong and athletic build that had earned him the admiration of his teammates and coaches. But he also gained the jealousy of so many others, especially after sleeping with so many different women. He'd gone through at least fifty girls, and today was the day he’d discover that he'd rubbed one of them the wrong way. As he was preparing for a big game, Dawson suddenly felt an erotic sensation wash over him. He had a protein shake hours before the big game, so he assumed that it wasn’t sitting well in him. But when he undressed to switch into his gear, he noticed that his chiseled abs looked flabby. It was as if his body was rippling and morphing, like water shifting and changing form.
“Am I transforming?” He asked with a deep voice. Suddenly, his voice became higher pitched while a surge of pleasure shot through him. “What the fuck? How?” He had never experienced anything like this before, and he had no idea what was happening. But as the transformation continued, he began to realize how different he felt, in a way that he could never have imagined. As his muscles melted away, Dawson felt his body becoming slender and graceful. His skin smoothed out and softened, and his hair grew long and soft. He looked down at himself in amazement, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
“God damn…” He had become a beautiful woman, with curves and femininity that he had never possessed before. None of the girls he’d been with could’ve compared to what he was. The longer he stared at himself, the harder he became, though he felt a lot smaller than usual. He looked down between his legs and was stunned to see that his cock was morphing too. It shrank and receded into what looked like a vagina. He was stunned, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and liberation as he started talking. “I”m a… bla…. Wha?” His speech was slurred, and he noticed how hard it was to think. The changes were taking their toll on his mind too. It took all of his mental strength just to speak one word. Then another. And then finally, he managed to get up from where he sat naked and alone, feeling confused and disoriented. He moved closer to the mirror not sure whether or not he should be frightened by what had happened. But as he brushed the front of his crotch, the ripples of ecstasy and curiosity made him want to explore himself more. "Fuck, I think I’m horny. But what ... about the ... ahh ... game?"
"Good, it's starting to work," a familiar female voice said from behind him. Dawson spun around and saw his ex-girlfriend, Samantha, standing at the doorway. "Shame that you’re so pretty - I don’t think that’s very fair. Yeah, I spiked your drink with a gender swapping pill. I'm surprised that it worked so quickly, though. Hey, it also has one side effect with certain medications. Since you're on Ritalin, it makes your brain all airy. You'll eventually get to the point where you won't even remember being a guy." Samantha smirked and crossed her arms. "Good luck with your match, babe. And have fun being the little slut you are. You’re never going to transform back into your old body once your memory completely fails you. Nobody will even know who you are. Have fun!” Samantha kissed the air in front of her and sauntered away while Dawson struggled to keep his mind off sex. But with a team full of handsome, athletic men, the ex-male was having a hard time trying to remember who he was.
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