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--I did not create the image; it is from google and was my inspiration for this story. All copyright goes to the owner of this picture above. --
*This is a part one of a series of a large single story that will eventually be told.*

I went to a special school for people with a condition you can say. Where I lived there was a chemical leak about twenty or so years ago that infected our parents. This condition is very unnatural and was only spread to the few generation of kids whose parents were infected that long ago. The government did a good job covering up the incident and created this school for the children, which in total was about ten thousand kids throughout the next seven years. There are also many doctors on site and the parents do understand the stakes of the kids. We have no choice but to accept it.
There are about one thousand students who attend each class, so four thousand students total. Doctors your 8th grade to freshman year do a DNA test on the students to see if they have the condition to put you in the school. They said I was at a 20% likely hood of getting the condition, which is not bad. Most students are usually at the 50% and one of my friends was even at 90%. The condition usually comes out between the ages of 15 and 18, at the height of male puberty. The school freshman year accepts only males as the condition only affects us. By senior year there are about 700-800 boys and 200-300 females. So yea, the condition is a mutation that one experiences by an unknown trigger that turns a male into a female. Good thing for me is that the condition tends to appear in the earlier years of high school. So far there are 230 females in my class, and none were any good friends. Luckily for me, I’m now going to be a junior, but we will see who changed over summer. I hope I get through this year, just one and a half years to go.
I noticed a few more people had transformed over summer, now starting off their first school year as girls. My main friends were still the same though, which was good so far. There are four of us total. There is Michael, who is of an average height with black combed over hair and green eyes. He is actually very good at sports and could possible get into a good college. Then there is Timothy. He is quite short for a junior and has red hair. He looks more like a freshman than an upperclassman. He was a cool dude and quite funny. Then there is Jared, who was extremely smart. He had brown wavy hair that curled. He was quite lanky in appearance and stood at 6’3”. He was surprisingly athletic and was a soon to be basketball star. Then there is me. My name is Andrew or Andy. I had golden-dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I was somewhat tan and slightly muscular, not as much as Michael but not as skinny as Tim. I was about 6’ tall even and also played the same sport as Michael which made us friends, and I was quite smart as well. I was an overall pretty average person, glad to not stand out.
Everything was normal for about a couple of weeks until the third week on a Monday to be exact, I started to feel nauseous and have pounding headaches. I tried to play it off but on the second day, it got worse and soon into the school day I asked my teacher to go to the nurse. She let me go looking a little grave as I headed to the nurse’s office. I explained to the nurse how I felt and she looked at me and said a few of the most terrifying words I could of ever heard. “It looks like it is your time dear. Time to get the doctor.” My time had come, my condition was started to affect me.
“Now son,” explained the doctor, “I am going to give you this pill, it will help with the pain now and during the transformation.” Only thing I could do was comply, there was no going back. As I was taking the pill the doctor said one thing that caught my attention. “It will also speed up the transformation.” It was too late, I had already swallowed.
I sat on a stiff bed, the doctor sat in his chair across the room with a computer and a clipboard. I had to stay in here until it was over. A few seconds after taking the pill I could feel the pain lesson, but my body started to feel different. My blonde hair started to grow slowly, becoming slightly more golden than before. My jaw felt sore, like it needed to be popped. I could feel my jawline become smaller and my face tingled as it became smaller along with my nose. My eyebrows and eyelashes felt like they were being pricked, becoming more fitting. There were mirrors behind the doctor, I could see myself changing.
My shoulders began to crack as my Adam’s apple sunk into my throat causing me to cough, the cough getting higher pitched. I felt like I had just worked out my legs and arms, feeling a little weaker as they became smaller, more petite. My fingers became thinner and longer. My legs became thinner in the calves as well. My white collared shirt started to feel big and cover my hands. I felt a prickling all over my body as all of the hair fell out. AS this was happening my shoes had become anchors, my feet becoming quite small making it very easy to slip out of my old shoes. I could also see myself shrink in the mirror as my legs rose up from the ground. I wasn’t touching the ground anymore.
My hair became longer now, starting to reach my shoulders and mid back, becoming more smooth. My thighs started to increase in size and my knees started to buckle inwards. It felt like someone was using a small hammer to push my knees in while my thighs began to gain curves. My pants had already come off and my boxers started to become tight as my hips expanded. I could hear cracking and popping, but with the pain pill, I couldn’t feel it too much of its extent. I could also feel my ass expand, rising me slightly up off the stiff bed, kind of becoming a cushion. The doctor had been watching me the whole time taking notes.
I started to think how big my ass was getting when I doubled over. My stomach hurt pretty badly and I could feel sucking as my dick disappeared. I felt better now though and the tightness in my crotch did go away. The doctor just mumbled to himself and wrote down more notes. I looked at my stomach after that and saw that it was flat and my waist had caved in. Then as my ass had stopped expanding I felt a huge pressure on my chest.
I could feel it build up, my nipples becoming erect and quite sensitive to the collared shirt I was wearing. I saw my shirt start to stretch, as it began to feel uncomfortable. Soon it began to feel tight as my chest kept growing. My chest felt like water balloons, soft, warm, and still growing in my hands. It was quite uncomfortable and in a few minutes became really painful as the breasts pushed against the shirt. With a loud pop my shirt buttons popped off revealing my breasts. I let out a squeak, and the doctor simply said, “That is normal, and pretty common.” My shirt had been tight, but I didn’t realize I would have that happen to me. What was weird was that my boobs kept expanding and growing. The doctor kept writing down notes as I noticed that my nipples had become the size of half dollars. My breasts became quite huge actually, and it took a good many minutes until they calmed down at a very good size. I looked down and all I could see were two huge mounds that seemed to weigh me down.

All that the doctor said was, “Well things that size aren’t very common, and they are probably the biggest yet.” He started to say some more but I passed out.

Description

--I did not create the image; it is from google and was my inspiration for this story. All copyright goes to the owner of this picture above. --
*This is a part one of a series of a large single story that will eventually be told.*

I went to a special school for people with a condition you can say. Where I lived there was a chemical leak about twenty or so years ago that infected our parents. This condition is very unnatural and was only spread to the few generation of kids whose parents were infected that long ago. The government did a good job covering up the incident and created this school for the children, which in total was about ten thousand kids throughout the next seven years. There are also many doctors on site and the parents do understand the stakes of the kids. We have no choice but to accept it.
There are about one thousand students who attend each class, so four thousand students total. Doctors your 8th grade to freshman year do a DNA test on the students to see if they have the condition to put you in the school. They said I was at a 20% likely hood of getting the condition, which is not bad. Most students are usually at the 50% and one of my friends was even at 90%. The condition usually comes out between the ages of 15 and 18, at the height of male puberty. The school freshman year accepts only males as the condition only affects us. By senior year there are about 700-800 boys and 200-300 females. So yea, the condition is a mutation that one experiences by an unknown trigger that turns a male into a female. Good thing for me is that the condition tends to appear in the earlier years of high school. So far there are 230 females in my class, and none were any good friends. Luckily for me, I’m now going to be a junior, but we will see who changed over summer. I hope I get through this year, just one and a half years to go.
I noticed a few more people had transformed over summer, now starting off their first school year as girls. My main friends were still the same though, which was good so far. There are four of us total. There is Michael, who is of an average height with black combed over hair and green eyes. He is actually very good at sports and could possible get into a good college. Then there is Timothy. He is quite short for a junior and has red hair. He looks more like a freshman than an upperclassman. He was a cool dude and quite funny. Then there is Jared, who was extremely smart. He had brown wavy hair that curled. He was quite lanky in appearance and stood at 6’3”. He was surprisingly athletic and was a soon to be basketball star. Then there is me. My name is Andrew or Andy. I had golden-dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I was somewhat tan and slightly muscular, not as much as Michael but not as skinny as Tim. I was about 6’ tall even and also played the same sport as Michael which made us friends, and I was quite smart as well. I was an overall pretty average person, glad to not stand out.
Everything was normal for about a couple of weeks until the third week on a Monday to be exact, I started to feel nauseous and have pounding headaches. I tried to play it off but on the second day, it got worse and soon into the school day I asked my teacher to go to the nurse. She let me go looking a little grave as I headed to the nurse’s office. I explained to the nurse how I felt and she looked at me and said a few of the most terrifying words I could of ever heard. “It looks like it is your time dear. Time to get the doctor.” My time had come, my condition was started to affect me.
“Now son,” explained the doctor, “I am going to give you this pill, it will help with the pain now and during the transformation.” Only thing I could do was comply, there was no going back. As I was taking the pill the doctor said one thing that caught my attention. “It will also speed up the transformation.” It was too late, I had already swallowed.
I sat on a stiff bed, the doctor sat in his chair across the room with a computer and a clipboard. I had to stay in here until it was over. A few seconds after taking the pill I could feel the pain lesson, but my body started to feel different. My blonde hair started to grow slowly, becoming slightly more golden than before. My jaw felt sore, like it needed to be popped. I could feel my jawline become smaller and my face tingled as it became smaller along with my nose. My eyebrows and eyelashes felt like they were being pricked, becoming more fitting. There were mirrors behind the doctor, I could see myself changing.
My shoulders began to crack as my Adam’s apple sunk into my throat causing me to cough, the cough getting higher pitched. I felt like I had just worked out my legs and arms, feeling a little weaker as they became smaller, more petite. My fingers became thinner and longer. My legs became thinner in the calves as well. My white collared shirt started to feel big and cover my hands. I felt a prickling all over my body as all of the hair fell out. AS this was happening my shoes had become anchors, my feet becoming quite small making it very easy to slip out of my old shoes. I could also see myself shrink in the mirror as my legs rose up from the ground. I wasn’t touching the ground anymore.
My hair became longer now, starting to reach my shoulders and mid back, becoming more smooth. My thighs started to increase in size and my knees started to buckle inwards. It felt like someone was using a small hammer to push my knees in while my thighs began to gain curves. My pants had already come off and my boxers started to become tight as my hips expanded. I could hear cracking and popping, but with the pain pill, I couldn’t feel it too much of its extent. I could also feel my ass expand, rising me slightly up off the stiff bed, kind of becoming a cushion. The doctor had been watching me the whole time taking notes.
I started to think how big my ass was getting when I doubled over. My stomach hurt pretty badly and I could feel sucking as my dick disappeared. I felt better now though and the tightness in my crotch did go away. The doctor just mumbled to himself and wrote down more notes. I looked at my stomach after that and saw that it was flat and my waist had caved in. Then as my ass had stopped expanding I felt a huge pressure on my chest.
I could feel it build up, my nipples becoming erect and quite sensitive to the collared shirt I was wearing. I saw my shirt start to stretch, as it began to feel uncomfortable. Soon it began to feel tight as my chest kept growing. My chest felt like water balloons, soft, warm, and still growing in my hands. It was quite uncomfortable and in a few minutes became really painful as the breasts pushed against the shirt. With a loud pop my shirt buttons popped off revealing my breasts. I let out a squeak, and the doctor simply said, “That is normal, and pretty common.” My shirt had been tight, but I didn’t realize I would have that happen to me. What was weird was that my boobs kept expanding and growing. The doctor kept writing down notes as I noticed that my nipples had become the size of half dollars. My breasts became quite huge actually, and it took a good many minutes until they calmed down at a very good size. I looked down and all I could see were two huge mounds that seemed to weigh me down.

All that the doctor said was, “Well things that size aren’t very common, and they are probably the biggest yet.” He started to say some more but I passed out.