Girl Pox (non-futa, gender switch)

Story by Hardcover

Okay, now, I love gender switch stories, and I've written the element into a lot of my stuff. Ever since the classic Ranma 1/2 I've enjoyed that element, and one of my current favorite mangas is Hiroyuki Tamakoshi's Gacha Gacha: The Next Revolution. This is a hopefully fun little story on that subject, influenced a lot by Shimamoto Harumi - Change which is a fun little hentai.

About the rather familiar character who appears in this one . . . he asked me for everything I did to him here, so I hope he enjoys (I have no idea what he looks like, so the description was based on some of his avatars. Downloadable files included, please comment or hit the thank button if you like this story.

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GIRL POX

By Hardcover

My name is Hisoka Saski, I’m eighteen years old, and I was already having a bad week when everything went topsy turvey for me. Up until this point, however, I had been a rather standard, unremarkable Japanese boy, going to school in Tokyo like just about a million others. I didn’t even look that much different from anyone else: I was a short, lanky guy, not a whole lotta muscle on me, with thick hair down over my ears that I had colored a brownish red color, again, just like a lot of guys my age. I was into a bit of sports and got acceptable marks without being too exceptional, and all in all, I was just one of the crowd, trying to make his way through his teenage years in modern Japan.

I lived with dad Kenta-san and my mom Miharu-sama my as well as my older sister Misako-chan, who was everything I wasn’t: Smart, charismatic, popular and well liked. Unlike me, she was instantly memorable. Apparently, Misako had come from the cool side of the uterus. We didn’t really have a lot of money, and mom and dad worked hard to provide us with what they could, but we’d never be mistaken for rich.

The only thing that set me apart was that I was a bit of an otaku and sci fi geek, and hung out with a group of like minded friends. My sister didn’t care for my friends that much, always insisting that they’d “turned me to the dork side” as she liked to say. But they were my friends so she tolerated them.

This particular week, as I’ve said, had not been a good one for me: To begin with, I had been dumped by my girlfriend Noriko-chan at the beginning. She not only broke up with me in a crowded school hallway; but further drove the knife in my back by announcing that she was leaving me for another girl. A real blow to my ego if ever there was one; but there was really nothing else to do but let her go off to start her new life as carpet muncher while I was left all alone.

To make matters worse; my best friend Kumi-kun had suddenly upped and vanished. One day he just stopped coming to class, and did return any of my phone calls or emails. Kumi lived alone in an apartment his parents rented for him, but I called them in Hokkaido and they hadn’t heard from him. I was worried about him; it wasn’t like him to just vanish like this.

And finally, the slight pains I had been having all last week in my lower back had turned out to be a small cyst on my kidney, requiring a quick operation to fix. Since my parents didn’t have very much money, I was forced to bypass a stay in one of the more well regarded hospitals, and instead had to check myself in to Warui Byouin Hospital, something of last choice, but I’d heard that they were decent enough for this. I was under the care of Fuguujiko-sensei, the resident surgeon. And so I checked in on one Saturday and was given a room where I awaited my operation. The nurses came and went, assuring me so often that there was nothing to worry about that I began to worry. I didn’t really mind having those nurses around all the time because I was quite convinced that Fuguujiko-sensei hired his nurses based around breast size: Every single one of them seemed to be D-cups at least, and they were all dressed in those tight white nurse outfits with the ample cleavage and short skirts, the kind of outfits nurses haven’t worn anywhere else since the 70s.

I was scheduled for a one day stay. Since my parents were out of town for the weekend, Misako-chan would pick me up the next day, and my friends promised they’d drop by to see me as well.

I was given an injection to make me sleepy, standard procedure before the actual anesthetic, and then things got off to a rocky start as soon as Sensei walked into the room holding open one of a small stack of files he had in his hand.

“All right, young lady.” He told me, “Are you ready for you

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