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"Ugh."

Alex sat on his bed, silently wallowing in a self-induced depression. He wanted a way to bring out the person inside him.

...Inside her.

"Agh! I don't know what to do!"

He fell back on his bed, considering options outside his reach. He could dress up in feminine clothing, but he had no money to buy any, and his parents surely wouldn't get him any. He could get hormones and grow the body he dreamed of, but that required a therapist, which also required money. He even considered mutilating himself, in a desperate attempt to have the world know who he really was, but he knew he'd never have the courage to pull anything like that. Plus he was squeamish; blood wasn't his thing.

Seconds turned into minutes, thoughts turned into brainstorms, but whatever Alex thought of, there was something stopping him. He nearly gave up in frustration, until a random idea popped into his head. His dad had just gotten him a hair trimmer. He claimed he got it to help Alex shave, but Alex knew it was his version of dropping a subtle hint. His dad didn't like his shoulder length hair, claimed he looked "Like a damn dog". But maybe his dad was onto something. He couldn't dress as a girl, or grow as a girl, but maybe he could at least feel like a girl. Smooth legs, clean torso, soft arms... "Yes!"

Alex rushed into the bathroom and feverishly searched for the once forsaken trimmer. He found the trimmer still wrapped in the packaging, and tore it open so forcibly, some of the trimmer heads flew throughout the room.

"You okay in there, son?" His dad caught on to Alex's rummaging.

"I'm fine, Dad!" He hated being called that. Reminded him of what he wasn't.

Alex waited for things to die down before powering up the trimmer. He attached the largest head that was in the packaging and contemplated his course of action. He decided to start with the legs.

"Okay, here goes." The trimmer buzzed into life, and Alex took aim at his right leg. He moved the trimmer against the grain, going up from the bottom. The trimmer gave off a distinctly different buzz, signifying he made contact, and the first of the little hairs fell to the ground. He went to work, shaving off the offensive hairs. First the lower right leg, then the lower left. The kneecaps were tricky, little bumps and awkward angles hampering the buzzing blades. Eventually, he removed those pesky hairs and finally worked on the upper legs, bending and contorting to reach the hairs on the back.
30 Minutes had past, and Alex was satisfied with his work. He ran his near trembling hand down his newly bare legs. A smooth sensation rewarded Alex's hard work, his legs seemingly shimmering under the florescent lights. He stood up to admire the good work in the mirror, confirming that his legs really were bare. However, as he studied himself, he noticed something peculiar. His legs exhibited a figurative glow, and he could swear that his legs looked... plumper? Slenderer even... He wasn't even sure that he had the same legs he entered the room with, as if some mysterious force had replaced his legs as he worked on them.

Dismissing the odd thought, Alex looked at the trimmer once more, then deviously at his arms. "They do look alittle hairy for a girl..." Alex snapped on a smaller trimmer and began running the familiar buzz up his arms. Another 10 minutes passed before Alex set down the trimmer again. He began to admire his new bare arms, feeling the same smooth euphoria that his legs gave him. Again, he looked at the mirror, to see how he looked with his naked extremities. His legs still looked as before, in their new form, but now his arms joined in on the optical illusion. Normally, his upper arms were rather buff, despite a lack of exercise (a detail Alex loathed about himself), but the arms he saw in the mirror were slender and delicate, as if they had never lifted a thing in their life...

He had gone this far, why not finish what he started? Alex hurriedly pulled off his shirt to expose his hairy chest. Many of the boys in PE still had rather bare chests, but God just loved to give Alex the short end of the stick (as he often thought). A flurry of gut-wrenching nicknames flooded into Alex's mind, only fueling his desire to reclaim the chest he lost to puberty long ago. "Buzzzzzzzzz" Hello nipples. "Bzzzzzzzert" Nice to see you belly. "Bzzzzzzzzzzzz" Welcome back belly button, my long lost friend. He ventured down to his thigh, stopping just short of the pubic zone. He didn't want to chance giving himself an early vasectomy. He didn't bother with the mirror this time, moving the now hot trimmer across his butt. Any hair that wasn't on his head or near his jewels needed to go! They had to go!

An hour after he had began, Alex finally set down his new best friend. He figured any longer would cause the thing to melt. He was apprehensive about seeing his reflection this time, wondering how his body would tease him this time. He had to see though. He had to know. He turned.

At first, all he saw was his normal self, albiet naked (at this point, he had completely stripped bare) and now of course hairless. But as he stared at his reflection, the image began to shift. His legs once again became slender and plump. His arms lost their definition and became soft and delicate. His waist began to slender, while his hips began to spread out. His bottom started to balloon out, becoming round and taut. Alex's breathing started to become shallow, rejecting what was occurring before his eyes, but what he saw next took his breath away. His flat chest began to blossom out, with two orbs of flesh growing behind his now erect nipples. And then his face. His features began to soften, and his hair seemingly came alive, growing far beyond his shoulders, reaching as far down his back as it could manage. Finally, Alex's stare focused on his crotch, as he saw (and felt) his manhood withdrawing into his altered flesh, forming the womanhood he long dreamt of. Alex's gaze returned to the whole image. A woman, with long flowing auburn hair and a perfect hourglass figure met Alex's stare. He felt so... warm...

"Alexandra?"

"Yes... my name... Alexandra..."

"ALEXANDER!"

"Huh?"

Alex found herself standing naked in her bathroom, a pile of hair lying on the ground. She looked at the mirror again, only to find her now bare male body staring back.  "ALEXANDER, DINNER TIME! YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH TIME IN THAT BATHROOM!"

Her mother. *sigh* She always was paranoid about having the entire family around the table for dinner. Still, as Alex redressed, she reveled in what she had saw. The body hidden behind the illusion. She zipped up her pants, and left the bathroom, giving a kind glance back at her trimmer.

It had earned a well-deserved rest.

Description
"Ugh."

Alex sat on his bed, silently wallowing in a self-induced depression. He wanted a way to bring out the person inside him.

...Inside her.

"Agh! I don't know what to do!"

He fell back on his bed, considering options outside his reach. He could dress up in feminine clothing, but he had no money to buy any, and his parents surely wouldn't get him any. He could get hormones and grow the body he dreamed of, but that required a therapist, which also required money. He even considered mutilating himself, in a desperate attempt to have the world know who he really was, but he knew he'd never have the courage to pull anything like that. Plus he was squeamish; blood wasn't his thing.

Seconds turned into minutes, thoughts turned into brainstorms, but whatever Alex thought of, there was something stopping him. He nearly gave up in frustration, until a random idea popped into his head. His dad had just gotten him a hair trimmer. He claimed he got it to help Alex shave, but Alex knew it was his version of dropping a subtle hint. His dad didn't like his shoulder length hair, claimed he looked "Like a damn dog". But maybe his dad was onto something. He couldn't dress as a girl, or grow as a girl, but maybe he could at least feel like a girl. Smooth legs, clean torso, soft arms... "Yes!"

Alex rushed into the bathroom and feverishly searched for the once forsaken trimmer. He found the trimmer still wrapped in the packaging, and tore it open so forcibly, some of the trimmer heads flew throughout the room.

"You okay in there, son?" His dad caught on to Alex's rummaging.

"I'm fine, Dad!" He hated being called that. Reminded him of what he wasn't.

Alex waited for things to die down before powering up the trimmer. He attached the largest head that was in the packaging and contemplated his course of action. He decided to start with the legs.

"Okay, here goes." The trimmer buzzed into life, and Alex took aim at his right leg. He moved the trimmer against the grain, going up from the bottom. The trimmer gave off a distinctly different buzz, signifying he made contact, and the first of the little hairs fell to the ground. He went to work, shaving off the offensive hairs. First the lower right leg, then the lower left. The kneecaps were tricky, little bumps and awkward angles hampering the buzzing blades. Eventually, he removed those pesky hairs and finally worked on the upper legs, bending and contorting to reach the hairs on the back.
30 Minutes had past, and Alex was satisfied with his work. He ran his near trembling hand down his newly bare legs. A smooth sensation rewarded Alex's hard work, his legs seemingly shimmering under the florescent lights. He stood up to admire the good work in the mirror, confirming that his legs really were bare. However, as he studied himself, he noticed something peculiar. His legs exhibited a figurative glow, and he could swear that his legs looked... plumper? Slenderer even... He wasn't even sure that he had the same legs he entered the room with, as if some mysterious force had replaced his legs as he worked on them.

Dismissing the odd thought, Alex looked at the trimmer once more, then deviously at his arms. "They do look alittle hairy for a girl..." Alex snapped on a smaller trimmer and began running the familiar buzz up his arms. Another 10 minutes passed before Alex set down the trimmer again. He began to admire his new bare arms, feeling the same smooth euphoria that his legs gave him. Again, he looked at the mirror, to see how he looked with his naked extremities. His legs still looked as before, in their new form, but now his arms joined in on the optical illusion. Normally, his upper arms were rather buff, despite a lack of exercise (a detail Alex loathed about himself), but the arms he saw in the mirror were slender and delicate, as if they had never lifted a thing in their life...

He had gone this far, why not finish what he started? Alex hurriedly pulled off his shirt to expose his hairy chest. Many of the boys in PE still had rather bare chests, but God just loved to give Alex the short end of the stick (as he often thought). A flurry of gut-wrenching nicknames flooded into Alex's mind, only fueling his desire to reclaim the chest he lost to puberty long ago. "Buzzzzzzzzz" Hello nipples. "Bzzzzzzzert" Nice to see you belly. "Bzzzzzzzzzzzz" Welcome back belly button, my long lost friend. He ventured down to his thigh, stopping just short of the pubic zone. He didn't want to chance giving himself an early vasectomy. He didn't bother with the mirror this time, moving the now hot trimmer across his butt. Any hair that wasn't on his head or near his jewels needed to go! They had to go!

An hour after he had began, Alex finally set down his new best friend. He figured any longer would cause the thing to melt. He was apprehensive about seeing his reflection this time, wondering how his body would tease him this time. He had to see though. He had to know. He turned.

At first, all he saw was his normal self, albiet naked (at this point, he had completely stripped bare) and now of course hairless. But as he stared at his reflection, the image began to shift. His legs once again became slender and plump. His arms lost their definition and became soft and delicate. His waist began to slender, while his hips began to spread out. His bottom started to balloon out, becoming round and taut. Alex's breathing started to become shallow, rejecting what was occurring before his eyes, but what he saw next took his breath away. His flat chest began to blossom out, with two orbs of flesh growing behind his now erect nipples. And then his face. His features began to soften, and his hair seemingly came alive, growing far beyond his shoulders, reaching as far down his back as it could manage. Finally, Alex's stare focused on his crotch, as he saw (and felt) his manhood withdrawing into his altered flesh, forming the womanhood he long dreamt of. Alex's gaze returned to the whole image. A woman, with long flowing auburn hair and a perfect hourglass figure met Alex's stare. He felt so... warm...

"Alexandra?"

"Yes... my name... Alexandra..."

"ALEXANDER!"

"Huh?"

Alex found herself standing naked in her bathroom, a pile of hair lying on the ground. She looked at the mirror again, only to find her now bare male body staring back.  "ALEXANDER, DINNER TIME! YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH TIME IN THAT BATHROOM!"

Her mother. *sigh* She always was paranoid about having the entire family around the table for dinner. Still, as Alex redressed, she reveled in what she had saw. The body hidden behind the illusion. She zipped up her pants, and left the bathroom, giving a kind glance back at her trimmer.

It had earned a well-deserved rest.