A painful transition

(Warning! This story is a bit different to my others - it's violently painful and gory. Read with care.)

You'd been sick for days. Shivering, sweating, no appetite, and with a nagging, knawing pain in your gut. Your nerves felt dull, and there was an ache in your jaw and shoulders.

There was a doctor's appointment booked for Monday, but it was Friday and you weren't looking forward to the prospect of a whole weekend feeling this way. You took some sleeping pills, hoping to sleep through it.

You woke 24 hours later in agony. Your jaw, your whole skull was vibrating in pain. Clutching your head you roared in pain, and then stopped dead as a tooth dropped to the floor.

Then another. 

"Fuuuuck," you sobbed, gingerly touching your mouth and dislodging almost all your lower teeth in one go. "No, no, no..." You ran to the mirror. Even apart from the blood dribbling from your gums, you looked terrible - thin, with saggy skin. The pressure in your head increased, and you found yourself clawing at your loose teeth, pulling them out to try to relieve the pain a little.

It worked. With your teeth gone, the pain of them pressing together was gone. But there was another pain, the thing causing your teeth to squeeze - your jaw was compressing. Your skull - your whole skeleton - was shrinking. The square base of your jaw crumbled under the strain, and the two halves of your chin hung loose. You could feel your brain being crushed, your lungs and heart being strangled by your own body.

The scream as your pelvis broke in half must have rattled the neighbours. You were gibbering on the floor, your system flooded with too much pain for your damaged brain to process.

You tried to pull yourself over to the phone, to call an ambulance, but you passed out before you made it two feet. When you woke, two more hours had passed. Your jaw had healed into a gentle point, and new teeth were pushing through. Smaller teeth. You were smaller, your head, the inside of your mouth - it all felt different. You could breathe freely again, and you felt your ribs with your hands. Your chest was narrower, but intact. You heart beat fast, but it was beating unconstrained. 

You couldn't move your legs, at all. They were numb, and your pelvis made a sickening sound of bone against bone as you tried to shift. Paralysis... Whatever was happening to you, whatever horrible, bone destroying disease, had taken your mobility.

So why had your jaw healed? Diseases didn't do that, you thought. You felt down your body, trying to determine where the end of your sensitivity was. You could feel your ass, but you couldn't clench it. Your dick... Your dick was hard. Really hard. It felt huge in your hand, but the sensation of it was different to what it had been. You could feel it less, it seemed more like a piece of meat. But the touch of your hand made it jerk and hop.

What the fuck, you thought, and began to stroke yourself. You didn't know that your body was purging every microbe of testosterone from your body. Your dick was leaking over your wanking hand, and orgasm came quickly. An unsatisfying, distant sensation of cumming made you look down at your cock - sperm was practically pissing out. Then blood. Tiny chunks of flesh plopped out of your meatus, and you understood that you were spunking out your testicles and prostate. Your body was chewing itself up, remaking itself. 

You pulled back your hand in revulsion, but your dick tore away from your groin with it. Screaming a cracking, uneven and unintelligible cry of utter despair you let it fall from your hand.

Through tears you looked at the bloody, cum covered palm of your hand. What was wrong with it? It was like you were wearing a glove, your skin like a covering for your real hand. You pinched the skin with your other hand. You felt almost nothing, just a vague pull. Your outer skin was dead. Loose and dead. At your groin, where your genitals had torn away, paler skin was visible through the hole. Patting the rest of your upper body, it was clearly the case everywhere. Reluctantly you grabbed the edge of the hole between your legs, and tugged. The skin tore in a ragged line up to your chest. The pain was minimal.

You pulled more, nervously letting the rips get to the base of your neck. Beneath was a skinny,  androgynous torso, hairless and almost chalk white.

Involuntarily you tensed all over, and hot urine sprayed your legs from whatever was left of your urethra - you could move your legs again. Your pelvis had fused. Though you ached, this had to be good. Pins and needles radiated from your feet as sensation returned. In minutes you were able to get to your knees, then stand on shaky legs.

Skin hung from your waist. You pulled at the part at your hip where the skin of your legs joined your stomach - it fell away, and the skin peeled down your legs to your knees. From there it was easy to tug at your feet, degloving each leg in turn. Then you did the same with your hands, the loose nails clattering to the floor as you did. All that was left were your shoulders and head. In the mirror, your face looked like a zombie - bruised, loose and lifeless.

You grabbed and pulled, shucking the whole of your head in one go. You had to scream again as your eyelids came away - it was a long twenty seconds until the new ones underneath unfolded and you could blink again.

Your face underneath was very different. Your features finer, eyes larger, lips fuller. Your teeth had grown again now, a new set of smaller, feminine ones. Feminine. You were smaller, thinner - you were a woman. You were bald, and flat chested, but a woman. Between your legs, you could see a slit growing, then labia pushing out. Inside you, it connected with the reproductive system that had been growing for the last week. The sensation of your internal walls separating as your vagina tunneled out to meet your vulva bent your mind.

Burned by hours of torture, the development of responsive sexual organs obliterated the old you. The brain injuries from your compressed skull repaired, and the flood of new nervous responses filled your mind with a new sense of self. The wrecked parts were forced out, shed in a moment of lightning that flashed over the surface of your cortices. A blood vessel ruptured in your nose, and the damaged tissue from your brain leaked through the brain-blood barrier, out of your nose and down your cheek. The old you was hemorrhaging out. Memories lost forever onto your floor.

Once more you were on your knees, screaming, crying out in a new, higher register. Your clitoris pulsed into life, an entirely new feeling that ran through the very heart of you. Without a touch, it sent you into orgasm.

It was the final step. Your body went into overdrive.

Strand by strand, hair prickled out of your body - head, eyebrows, pubes, armpits and legs. From soft, unblemished fingertips, nails broke the skin, growing longer until they curved off the end of your fingers. Your skin began to colour, an even, healthy shade. You felt your spine shift, one painful vertebrae at a time, realigning to push your swelling ass out behind you. As they popped into place, you hit the floor, rolling onto your back in a pile of waste that was once your male body.

Your hands went to your pussy, sliding into the virgin hole and flicking your clit. Pushing your hips up effortlessly, you felt the skin on your chest stretching, meat building behind them, the bizarre sensation of your new mammary glands stretching back from your nipples as they grew. They were big, and the final sensation of your transformation was that of the skin under your arms being pulled to ripping point by the size of your new tits.

Unconsciousness called once more.

The next day, you wandered out of your house for the first time in a week, dressed in oversized shoes and hastily fastened up jeans and vest. Under them, your H-cup breasts bounced, unconstrained. You'd tried to fasten your long dark hair out of your face with an old sweat band. You were scared, ashamed, confused, but every woman you saw carried the same look. And every person you saw was a woman.

There were no more men.