Edits - Ch 4.4.1

Chapter 4.4.1 - He goes to the bathroom now.

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Tim tried to focus and take notes. However, it became clear that he could not wait any longer when he noticed that he had been subconsciously fondling one of his breasts with his off-hand. He raised that hand, to pull it away from his tit and to get the teacher’s attention.

“Yes?” the teacher said after seeing him.

“I need a bathroom pass.”

The teacher waved him over, and Tim grabbed the pass. He hurried out of the class and nearly ran to the bathroom. All of that motion started the expanded parts of him bouncing and wiggling in ways he had never experienced before. He caught himself before he accidentally entered the boys’ room and then walked through the other door, and he was inside the girls’ room.

Before, this bathroom had been forbidden territory, an off-limits country. Now, here Tim was no longer a foreigner but a native in the female homeland. It was strange to think that it would be considered trespassing if he walked into the boys’ room next door as he had been in there many times before.

Having gotten over the disorientation of changing rooms, he turned his attention to the mirrors, wanting to verify that his body did meet the criteria for being here. He walked up to the sinks to get a better look at himself.

“Wow,” he said, seeing a familiar looking girl staring back at him with a stunned look on her face. She could have been his sister, a long-lost twin, maybe. He waved at his reflection, and the girl waved back. “Hi, me,” he said, hearing the girl’s voice in his mouth.

Maybe the most remarkable thing about seeing himself as a girl was realizing just how little had changed. His face was more feminine, but that was only due to the subtlest changes, a less pronounced chin, longer hair, more fullness in the cheeks, slightly thicker lips. His eyes drifted downwards, taking in the shape of his breasts. They were barely apple-sized, but being entirely foreign to him, they seemed big. He laid his dainty hands on the pair, feeling the shape of them through the fabric of his shirt and bra. Desperately, he wished to see them exposed. Then, there were the dramatic changes in his crotch.

“I need to see,” Tim stated.

Not wanting to strip naked where anyone might find him, he headed for the privacy of a stall and shut himself inside. He pulled off his T-shirt and fumbled behind his back with the hooks to his bra. Finally, his chest was released. To free up his hands, he hung his shirt and bra on the door hook.

It surprised him to find how large and dark his areola had become. Even more surprising was how sensitive his nipples were to his touch. After only a brief bit of fondling, they had grown hard. He felt a sympathetic excitement down below. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. Pulling down his jeans and bottoms to his mid-thigh he tried to get a view of his crotch, but found that the interesting bits were hidden beneath a mound of flesh topped with pubic hair. All he could see by looking down was the strange absence of his dick.

Wanting to explore more, he probed the area below with one hand as the other continued to stimulate his chest. Before he realized what he was doing, he had begun to masturbate. It was far from his first time doing it, but never before had he had access to a girl’s anatomy. The softness of his chest and the increasingly puffiness below were comforting, like a bed of pillows. Then his fingers began to spread himself open, testing the shape of the damp slit, seeking out the most sensitive parts of it.

He heard himself panting, punctuated by gentle feminine gasps and moans. The pleasure of his fondling grew, and he leaned against the wall of the toilet stall to keep upright as he felt his legs getting shaky. He could feel himself building to something. Any moment now, and…

The bathroom door opened, and Tim froze, hearing someone walk inside. He stood there, not daring to breathe despite how excited his body felt, still. As he listened to footsteps approaching, he worried that whoever this was might have heard him before he stopped. The girl reached his stall and kept walking. Then, Tim heard the door to the stall beside him open and shut.

The girl next to him took a seat on the toilet, and Tim let himself relax a little. Taking a breath. Moments later, he heard her let out an enormous fart.

Tim did not know if he wanted to gag or laugh. He patted his crotch dry with some toilet paper and zipped up his pants. Then, he fumbled his bra in place as he tried to avoid smelling what the girl next to him was doing. After pulling his shirt back on, he exited the stall and washed his hands in the sink. A quick check of his reflection in the mirror showed that his face looked a little flushed but not enough to be suspicious.

The bell rang, marking the end of the period, and he exited the bathroom, hurrying back to collect his bag from the classroom and make his way to his next class. He looked forward to a chance to sit still and ponder how his life had changed and to consider what to change next.

What now?

Enhance his feminine attributes. (4.4.1.1)

Wait until the end of the day to finish what he started in the stall.

Alter his own mind to fit his body.

Try seducing another student with this body.