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Biology 101, his first year in college. Michael was entering class, he hated it with a passion. Everything science in his mind was pointless, and he was only taking the class out of necessity. He took his seat and noticed that his regular professor was not there, and Mr. Wilkerson, or so the chalkboard stated, was substituting. Under his name was the topic for today, the biology of the human female.

“Now why do we have to learn this…” he complained, “how women work has nothing to do with me, yet I have to write an essay or something on the crap.” A few people turned to look at him after his complaint, taking little notice. He continued to get out his things to begin taking notes, as a girl walked up to his desk.

“What is wrong with women exactly?” she asked him in a snarky tone.

“What? Nothing!” He argued back, “I never said anything was wrong with women.” She looked at him, visibly irritated.

She replied, “How ‘women work’ is very important thank you very much. Especially understanding how our bodies work, and without that you wouldn’t even exist, so can you keep your comments to yourself?” She was smug when saying this, her eyes looking down on him and an annoyed expression on her face.

“Look,” he started, “I didn’t mean any disrespect at first, but if you are going to come over here and bitch about things out of context I'm going to return the favor.” She looked shocked.

“If you want me to be a bitch I can be asshole.” She responded with a coarse tone. Then turned around and walked up 4 rows to her seat. The sub stated his name then turned on a video, entitled the “Biology of Women”. About fifteen minutes into the video he noticed something was off. He felt heartburn. He looked around the room, all focus was on the video, everyone taking notes. He looked up at the girl whom he argued with, she didn’t even look at him. He looked down at his note page, written on it was “We will see how much the biology of women affects you now, asshole.” followed by a heart. He looked up at her again, only to see she was gone.

He began to feel a tingle in his crotch. He tried to ignore it, assuming it was just an unwanted wood. He tried to act calm as it began to get worse, he tried to pass it off so no one would notice him. He began to sweat, feeling the beads drip down his face onto his lap. It seemed to have passed, so he began to relax. Suddenly a sharp pain in his stomach sent him lurching forward. Something was horribly wrong, and Michael knew it. A few students looked at him when he originally lurched forward, as he hit his desk fairly hard. Despite this the teacher remained oblivious. He could feel his stomach beating with his heart, and the tingle left his crotch and began to spread down his legs. He regained his composure, acting like he was mostly fine as people began to ignore him again, but the pain did not subside. As the tingle reached his feet he began to feel the sharp pain subside. He looked down at his lab and noticed that blood had soaked through his pants, and had gotten onto the chair. He began to panic and looked around for something to wipe it up. During his search he began to feel a vibration going up from his stomach to his heart. His nipples began to tingle, as he was awestruck by a very strange sexual pleasure. He looked down to see his nipples poking through his shirt. Panicked he covered them, forgetting about the blood for the time being. He felt the area around them begin to enlarge. As a fatty substance built up underneath his skin. It was so sensitive, and the pleasure began to intensify. The feeling began to spread to his arms, and up his neck. His adam’s apple began to burn, as he reached up he felt it shrink away into nothing. He paused in confusing for a time, until he remembered the growth in his chest. No one seemed to notice, their attention focused on the video put on by the teacher. Cupping his chest again, it had grown massively since his last touch. His touch sent pleasure across his upper body. He zoned out, as he had never felt something so amazing. Suddenly he snapped out of it and he realized, he needed to get out, now. He raised his hand while still covering his chest. Mr. Wilkerson asked, “Yes?” Over the video. To which Michael sheepishly replied, “M..may I use the restroom..?” his voice was insanely high and sounded very feminine, taking him by surprise. Mr. Wilkerson nodded his head, not seeming to notice the voice change. He ran to the bathroom, leaving his mess behind and running out, desperately clutching his chest to avoid anyone noticing. His chest bounced as he ran through the halls despite his best efforts. He began to feel a lot of pain in his lower body. He saw a bathroom and bolted inside. He bolted into the first stall, and sat down on top of the closed toilet. The sharp pain in his crotch caused him to scream in pain. He looked at his pants, blood soaked through in the crotch. He reached inside his pants and began to rub his crotch. He gasped, his penis was gone. He looked down and saw that he now had a vagina. He continued to rub it as the pain got worse. The pain began to subside, as his hands went in and out of his vagina. He had a moment to breath once the pain was gone, think out what had happened. He closed his eyes, hoping he would wake up from this dream. He opened his eyes and looked down, the two breasts protruding from his chest confirmed it was not a dream. He felt his face tingle, and his head as well. Long blonde hair began to cover his face, creeping down his back. His hand, covered in blood, needed to be washed. He looked outside the stall, an empty bathroom greeted him. He ran to the sink and began washing his hands. He looked up, a beautiful woman making eye contact with him. He stared into her dark blue eyes. Reaching up, touching his face. His skin was so soft, his hair was too. He watched the reflection copy his actions. Suddenly he heard someone entering the bathroom. She walked in, it was the girl from class.

“Well well, look what the cat dragged in. I figured you would be in here.” She said to him as she walked over to the adjacent sink and began to wash her hands.

Shocked, he replied, “You did this to me?! Why? Sure I was kinda ride calling you bitchy, but it didn’t warrant this!” The soft voice surprised him again, but he didn't let is show.

She dried her hands and walked up to him, grabbing his face. She looked into his eyes, saying, “I just figured you should learn about female biology, first hand. My God, you are hot though, your genetics did quite the job, that wasn’t me.”

He stood there, covered in blood, as she began to walk away. “Wait!” he exclaimed. “I need help here, please help me.” he asked. She turned around, reaching into her large bag. She pulled out a pair of black underwear, tossing them at him. He caught them, as she motioned to go change. He took off the blood stained jeans. Then the soaked pair of boxers. Next he took off his shirt, pulling  it over his breasts as the bounced. He wiped off his vagina with the toilet paper in the stall, then put on the panties. He felt sexy in them, the way they grabbed his ass. He then put on the bra. He sighed and stepped out again, to see her waiting outside.

“My my, aren’t you a sight.” She said soothingly. He felt uncomfortable wearing so little, especially under the circumstances. She walked over, grabbing him by the side. She leaned in, their lips touched. He backed up for a second, then put his arms around her shoulders.

“Why are you doing th..” he tried to say, but was cut off by her kiss. She put her hands into her panties, rubbing his clit.

“Stop!” he said backing off. “I don't know what the hell is going on, if you are going to leave me like this, then just leave me alone.” He covered his body and walked back to get his clothes.

She walked up to him as he picked up his shirt. “Congratulations, you passed the test. By pulling back you should be you are more that I expected, no one has done it before.” She walked up and handed him the bag. “You have a choice, stay like this, or go back. If you stay like this, it is as if you were born a woman, everyone will think you were always a woman. Your choice Michael.

He looked around for a moment, arms crossed, then looked down at his body.

“I…” he hesitated, “I want to be a woman.”

She smiled and snapped her fingers. Suddenly in class again, Michael looked down, seeing the name of the assignment, Michelle. She looked down, fully dressed, and fully female. She smiled, and began to take notes. Looking back at the row above hers, she saw the girl, once again acting like she wasn't even there.

“Michelle…” she said to herself. “I could get used to it.”


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can you make tg caption about me,please?