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I DO NOT OWN THE ART

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The TG pandemic has swept the nation and is spreading worldwide, turning men into girls, all the while leaving them with no-one to release their sexual tension upon. The US Government has issued an evacuation notice for anyone still unaffected to leave, however most have not. Instead, they stay holed up inside their houses, hiding from any of the infected that might be nearby.
But the world continues to spin and people will still need to get their milk and eggs for their morning breakfast. The grocery stores and the delivery trucks still run and they can only operate as long as there are still healthy and normal employees available. The world keeps on turning, but things are never going to be the same ever again.
Tom's job as a delivery man was never easy, even before the pandemic, and it certainly didn't pay him nearly as well as he felt he deserved especially now. It was a routine delivery to a quiet neighbourhood, far away from most of the infected, the kind of place that he would have loved to live in if he had the money. He had a route that took him all over the area, stopping at many houses which had so far been marked as safe for visit. He stopped his truck, praying to himself that he would stay safe and uninfected until he was able to leave, and started his journey.
There were two bags he needed to drop off, one of which was the size of a small box and the other the size of a large box. It was a pain, carrying two separate boxes up the driveway, but it was a task he had been trained for, and a task he was able to do quickly.
It didn't take long for the first doorbell to be pressed. "Hello," he said, his voice muffled slightly by his facemask, "I've got your groceries. Just sign here and I'll drop them off." He handed his electronic pad over, to an old bumbling man, pale and dishevelled.
"Thanks, mate," he said, his speech a bit slurred.
"No worries, enjoy." He was about to leave, when he felt a sharp tug at the bottom of his pants. The man was holding on, eyes wide and distressed. "You've got to help me!" he cried,"they're everywhere, they've got me!" Tom could see the man's body shaking and shuddering.
"Sir, are you feeling unwell?" He asked, the man's grip tightening on his pants. "Don't worry, you're going to be alright, just let go of my pants."
The man stared up at him, tears forming in his eyes. "They got me!" he repeated, "they got me, they got me."
That's when he keeled over, clawing at his chest and face. Tom watched, dumbstruck as the man's skin slowly began to change colour, taking on a pinkish tone. His clothes grew tighter around his body as his muscles shrunk, the man's body seemingly losing fat and bulk as he continued to transform. His hair grew out and his hips widened.
"What the..." Tom said, watching as the man's penis retracted into his body, becoming nothing more than a small bump. "What's happening to you?"
The man continued to moan, his moans sounding more like feminine whines. His eyes widened and his features softened. He looked like a completely different person. A girl, a young woman.
Tom watched, transfixed as the man's clothes continued to tighten. Eventually, they began to take form, turning into a schoolgirl's pleated skirt and jumper, hugging her new form.
"Hey, come here, I want to play with you!" she called with a hazy look in her eyes. She thrust out her hands towards Tom,"You want me don't you? Let me touch you, let me feel you, let me play with you!"

Description

I DO NOT OWN THE ART

www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/1054… - link to art

The TG pandemic has swept the nation and is spreading worldwide, turning men into girls, all the while leaving them with no-one to release their sexual tension upon. The US Government has issued an evacuation notice for anyone still unaffected to leave, however most have not. Instead, they stay holed up inside their houses, hiding from any of the infected that might be nearby.
But the world continues to spin and people will still need to get their milk and eggs for their morning breakfast. The grocery stores and the delivery trucks still run and they can only operate as long as there are still healthy and normal employees available. The world keeps on turning, but things are never going to be the same ever again.
Tom's job as a delivery man was never easy, even before the pandemic, and it certainly didn't pay him nearly as well as he felt he deserved especially now. It was a routine delivery to a quiet neighbourhood, far away from most of the infected, the kind of place that he would have loved to live in if he had the money. He had a route that took him all over the area, stopping at many houses which had so far been marked as safe for visit. He stopped his truck, praying to himself that he would stay safe and uninfected until he was able to leave, and started his journey.
There were two bags he needed to drop off, one of which was the size of a small box and the other the size of a large box. It was a pain, carrying two separate boxes up the driveway, but it was a task he had been trained for, and a task he was able to do quickly.
It didn't take long for the first doorbell to be pressed. "Hello," he said, his voice muffled slightly by his facemask, "I've got your groceries. Just sign here and I'll drop them off." He handed his electronic pad over, to an old bumbling man, pale and dishevelled.
"Thanks, mate," he said, his speech a bit slurred.
"No worries, enjoy." He was about to leave, when he felt a sharp tug at the bottom of his pants. The man was holding on, eyes wide and distressed. "You've got to help me!" he cried,"they're everywhere, they've got me!" Tom could see the man's body shaking and shuddering.
"Sir, are you feeling unwell?" He asked, the man's grip tightening on his pants. "Don't worry, you're going to be alright, just let go of my pants."
The man stared up at him, tears forming in his eyes. "They got me!" he repeated, "they got me, they got me."
That's when he keeled over, clawing at his chest and face. Tom watched, dumbstruck as the man's skin slowly began to change colour, taking on a pinkish tone. His clothes grew tighter around his body as his muscles shrunk, the man's body seemingly losing fat and bulk as he continued to transform. His hair grew out and his hips widened.
"What the..." Tom said, watching as the man's penis retracted into his body, becoming nothing more than a small bump. "What's happening to you?"
The man continued to moan, his moans sounding more like feminine whines. His eyes widened and his features softened. He looked like a completely different person. A girl, a young woman.
Tom watched, transfixed as the man's clothes continued to tighten. Eventually, they began to take form, turning into a schoolgirl's pleated skirt and jumper, hugging her new form.
"Hey, come here, I want to play with you!" she called with a hazy look in her eyes. She thrust out her hands towards Tom,"You want me don't you? Let me touch you, let me feel you, let me play with you!"