Well That Just Happened (futa/f, futa/m, muscle growth, dick growth, male>trap TF)

Saige

The main character, a teen shemale with a big cock, and big ambitions. Sorta.

Rachel

A timid wallflower of a girl, whose confidence begins to grow with Saige's encouragement.

Abby

An initially chubby, humble girl with some hidden power fantasies.

Becky

A sporty athlete who would love to be able to compete with, and even beat the boys.

Crystal

A scientist and proud of it. She approaches everything with a meticulous and curious mind.

Diane

An energetic girl with the confidence of a popular girl, without the bitchiness. Also has big boobs.

Kat

Initially a lesbian, Kat finds her orientations changing rapidly as the people around her change too.

Val

A confident party girl from the college near Saige's house. Loves big cocks, and soon learns she also loves big muscles.

Emily

A bimbo, basically. Completely bisexual, and very, very willing to experiment.

Eric

Emily's boyfriend. Initially has a slight muscle fetish, which grows along with his girlfriend.

Gina

Another sporty girl who, along with getting in a relationship with Becky, soon gains her appetite for victory, too.

Before I start, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Saige, and I'm a shemale. Well, transsexual would be the politically correct term, I guess. I was born a boy, "Sun", but felt I was meant to be a girl, and starting in middle school, I transitioned. My parents were pretty cool with it. They're hippies, if you couldn't tell by the naming sense. So yeah, starting in 7th grade, I was a girl. I hadn't actually hit puberty by that point, so I had no idea what was waiting for me.

I started treatment right away, and by the time my natural puberty hit, I was already growing little hormone breasts. I don't really know what happened, but that puberty hit... strangely. Weak in some spots, and HARD in others. You probably already know where this is going. I gained a few inches, height-wise, but but 'a few' would be underselling the growth I got downstairs. I don't know if it was a mix of the chemicals being put into me both naturally and artificially, or otherwise, but by the time I got into high school, I knew I was special. And that's where my story begins, actually! Nice segue!

Sorry if this gets a bit long.

First day of high school. God, was I nervous. I had heard the horror stories of other people's High School experiences, and I did not feel ready for it, myself. At the very least, I tried to dress to impress. On the first day you weren't expected to know the school's dress code, so I (probably) wouldn't be penalized for wearing something just a little bit racy.

Yeah, I went all-out.

Black lipstick and heavy eyeliner (I'm not and emo or a goth, I just think their fashion sense looks good on me), a sheer top that bared my flat stomach, no bra to contain my C-cups I had by that point, stockings, and a pair of tight booty-shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Yeah, I was overdressed, but nervousness does that to you! I wanted to fit in, so why not wear something that exudes confidence?

I ran to school. Arriving late would be embarrassing, and you never know what could happen, so I like to give myself a window of time. I'd only ever been to the place once, but Google maps gave me all the directions I needed. There was a college campus between home and school, and my path took me right along the side of it. I took the opportunity to eye up the mature girls who were already filtering in. A couple of guys cat-called me, but I rolled my eyes and ignored them. Not into guys. They were a bunch of pedos anyways. The ladies didn't notice me, though. Why should they? I was just a little high school pip squeak.

Well, I did have one weapon. Walking straight, I pushed my hips forward a bit, to highlight the outline of my cock in my shorts. The cat calls stopped instantly. One particular dark-haired hottie lowered her sunglasses to get a better look, then gave me a coy smile.

As cool as I was playing it so far, that smile turned me red from head to shoulders. Overwhelmed with self-consciousness, I hunched over and jogged through without making eye contact with anyone else. That felt good, though... I definitely wanted to try that again tomorrow. Or hell, on my way back from school today! Maybe. If I felt confident enough.

My musings were cut short by my arrival at school. There weren't many people yet, but the place was open. There was a middle-aged woman inside the door talking to some parents. When I entered, she informed me I had to go to the auditorium on the second floor for the opening ceremony. She eyed my outfit with distaste, but did a double take as she spied my package, and quickly turned back to the parents, blushing. I dashed up the stairs, suddenly hit by the possibility I might seriously get in trouble for the way I was dressed... But it was too late to turn back now. I just took a random seat at the back and tried not to stand out. What an idiot.

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