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Sweatpants Trouble (FtM TG)

I shut down my laptop and let out another sigh. Today I had found myself in a very weird situation; I had stumbled across a thread on how girls just “didn’t get” how sweatpants were. That they were comfy, practical and you could wear them anywhere you wanted.

Well, if girls don’t get it then I must be a guy.

I took a little stroll around my house, in my very comfy sweatpants no less, still with the same thought running through my head. If girls didn’t get that sweatpants were so comfy, was I just weird? Should I have been born a guy? The thoughts continued to swirl though my head, and eventually I just lay back down on my bed.

The second I plopped back onto the head, a horrible sick feeling crawled over me. It travelled throughout my body, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop it. I ran to the toilet, and leaned over, eventually, a massive sludge of green goop travelled out of my mouth, covering the toilet interior in undigested food. I coughed and spluttered, trying to get the last of the horrible sick taste out.

I took my head out and looked in the mirror. Oh shit, blood. Why did I throw up blood?! Now I had an even worse taste in my mouth, irony and bitter. I grabbed a cup from under the sink and gargled some water to get the blood out. Thankfully, the taste was gone.

I went back to my bedroom and plopped myself back onto my bed. What should I do now? Should I go to A&E over my blood puking? Should I play video games to take my mind off this? Anything to kill the pain?

As I was thinking about what to do next, it cracked. A horrible pain swallowed my muscles, causing me to let out a shriek of agony. I kneeled down and buried my face in my hands, as if that would stop the pain getting worse. As I knelt, something happened. Something so unbelievable I still can’t believe it happened.

In my slippers, my feet let out sickening crunches as the muscles inside them expanded out, pressing against the soles of my slippers. The small, light hairs on my toes were tinted with brown, until they were completely brown all over, leaving no trace of the lighter hairs. I tore my slippers of as I couldn’t ignore what was going on, leaving me so horrified and disgusted upon the sight I threw my feet under the covers. Blech.
I grabbed my legs as my calves tensed up, letting out even more sickening crunches. Thankfully my sweatpants were pretty baggy, otherwise this would’ve ended in a ripped up shitshow. Once my calves stopped tensing, the muscles expanded out, which again, didn’t affect my sweatpants, but still wasn’t very pleasant. I leaned over still groaning in pain and clutching my calves, waiting for the pain to stop.

Once it did stop, I let out a cry of joy. But that joy was to be short-lived. My thighs also tensed up, leaving me once again in tears. My thighs shrunk, but the muscles in them grew, which once again didn’t rip my sweatpants but ripped my sanity. The leg hair on my transformed legs were tinted with brown hair, before becoming purely brown. Eventually, the strains of hair thickened beyond belief, covering my whole legs in brown hair.

Oh god, this is the horrible bit…I tensed up my crotch as a horrid squelch came out. My entire vagina let out even more disgusting sounds as it morphed into a scrotum, I just wanted to barf. The tiny clit started growing out into a long penis, and I’m pretty sure I threw up in my mouth. I now had some bulge in my pants that was almost impossible to hide.

With that out of the way, any form of estrogen I had was erased from my body, replaced with a mass influx of testosterone. My entire head throbbed with agony, and I pulled my pillow over my head. My blonde hair, which once obviously stuck out of the pillow, slowly shrank back, until the pillow completely hid it, then until it only touched my neck. I slowly rubbed my neck. It feel quite weird to touch it.

Another horrid crunch came out of my torso, causing me to grab it and shriek in pain. My muscles budged and throbbed, destroying every bit of my curves. My boobs, which I once couldn’t fit my middle finger and thumb around the edges, shrank until I could hit those fingers around them. Until eventually, they were completely gone.

“Some…bOdy…. mAkE IT stOP!” I cried, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t even know why I was crying, knowing nobody was coming to help me. My voice was cracking too, rubbing even more salt into the wound. I was clinging on to any last sign of my femininity, but that too was a losing battle. My pinkish lips thinned out and my tear-filled eyes took on a more angular shape, completely transforming me into a guy.

My stomach let out a horrific angry growl. God was I hungry. Even know I was still bawling my eyes out and sore all over, I trudged downstairs and raided the fridge. No amount of change could ever change my appetite, expect maybe make it bigger.