Regeneration
Regeneration
Alan had read that your bodily cells regenerate themselves constantly, and that if you look down at your legs, you'll have a new pair in three months! Well, that sounded like a good deal to him since he had hoped for a more muscled pair in time for short-wearing season. Allan had seen the article three months ago, marked the date on his calendar, and now exactly three months later, he bounded out of bed in the morning in eager anticipation of seeing his new legs!
He looked down to behold his legs, and saw that they were new just as promised...unfortunately, they were also distinctly female, shapely and well-curved, and without a trace of hair. Silently cursing his misfortune, the guy resigned himself to three more months of wearing long concealing pants. He suffered this indignity in silence, but rather enjoyed fondling his new curvaceous legs at night. He wondered if this made him some kind of autoerotic freak, but it still floated his boat, and made his nightly masturbations inspired.
Well, three months again passed, and the guy leaped out of bed to see if his legs had again regenerated, wondering if they would resort to a male form. They had, but unfortunately they were male duck legs! He saw that his feet were webbed and orange, and wondered how he would ever find a pair of shoes to fit! At least he wasn't quacking yet. The guy stuffed his orange webbed duck feet into oversized shoes for the next three months, and waited for the next regeneration.
The time passed, and on the three month anniversary the guy got out of bed to note that his duck legs and feet were gone, and had been replaced with normal male legs. Breathing a sigh of relief that things were back to normal, the guy trudged off to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, he beheld his whiskered face and sleepy features in the mirror. But what was that thing moving slightly behind him?
Turning quickly to the side and regarding his mirrored image, the guy saw to his amazement that he now had a large fluffy fox tail protruding from his posterior! It was white-tipped, and otherwise covered with reddish-brown fur. He could move it from side to side at will...
...well, he thought, things were finally starting to look up around here!
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Alternative Ending:
On the three month anniversary of his last transformation, the guy jumped out of bed to observe that his duck legs had again converted to female ones! While he preferred this, he still felt out of synch as one of the male gender, so he went to a psychiatrist who diagnosed bodily dysmorphic disorder, and arranged for radical plastic surgery. On his way out of the psychiatrist's office, who should the guy see in the waiting room but the late Michael Jackson, who appeared in transparent spectral form!
Sharing that he was a fan, the guy conversed with Michael, who was sympathetic to his condition, and revealed that he too had bodily dysmorphic disorder. "Show me your legs," requested Michael. The guy shrugged but did as he was asked.
Michael beheld the guy's smooth, curvaceous legs. "Wanna trade?," Michael slyly whispered...