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GIRL POX:

THE KUMI KUNVERSION

By Hardcover

Dear Friends:

At times, the life of an otaku can be a lonely, and yes, quiet scary place to live in. And it was at one of those times that I found myself trudging home from J?-dai No Sutoresu School in Tokyo, on my way back to the apartment my parents rented for me. My hair was a mess as were my clothes and I was covered in bruises. It had been my misfortune to run into a gang of bullies on the way out of class, and the apes had worked me over a little before running off laughing at my expense. I had reacted the same way I always did: By curling up in a ball and waiting for the punches and kicks to stop. Yeah, I know, I'm a complete wimp, but if you'd seen the size of some of those guys, you'd probably get why I didn't even bother trying to fight back.

My name is Fujiwara Kumi, and I'm eighteen years old. Seeing me wandering along the street like that, I'm sure anyone would have correctly pegged me for an otaku: a skinny, lanky guy with thick black hair that never seemed to stay strait. Small wire frame glasses on my face. Yes, it seemed my nerdism was obvious to all concerned, which was probably why I got targeted by the Sasquatch squad all the time. Being a member of the Otaku Club probably didn't help either. In my way, I felt like the nerdiest of the nerds in the club: Even my best friend Saski Hisoka had a girlfriend, Noriko-chan, although they seemed to be having some trouble lately. The rest of the gang, Keiichi-kun, Shoji-kun, Iwoa-kun, and Toshi-kun and a few others, all seemed like the epitome of coolness compared to me. At least, that's how I perceived it; and the bullies as well.

I grew up in Hokkaido, but go to school here in Tokyo which was why I had my own apartment. My parents are pretty decent folk, and do alright for themselves, so they were easily able to afford the extra rent. My older brother, Norio-kun, also went to college in Tokyo but far on the other side so he had his own place. As far as I could tell, Norio-kun was majoring in pussy and pot, and spent a lot of his money and time on those pursuits. Still, he was hip and cool and all the girls flocked around him, unlike me. I also have a younger sister by one year, Chikako-chan, who's small and cute and rather chubby, but still has boys flocking to her. It would seem that I was the only reject in the family. And like I said, the bullies knew that too.

In point of fact, the bullying was a little more bearable lately, since my main nemesis, Nofunsaiki Kei-kun, had mysteriously dropped out of school months ago. I figured he'd been expelled (he'd been held back a grade or two), but no one seemed to know, or care, what had happened to him. They guy was a huge gorilla of a Neanderthal, with unkempt hair that had never known the pull of a comb, and bulging arms that delivered punches with all the force of Keisuke Yoshida wielding a sledge hammer. In fact, calling him a Neanderthal was sort of an understatement. He was apparently a member of some after school boxing gym and was always covered in bruises that added to his barbaric appearance. It was indeed, a good bit of relief that he was gone, but that didn't leave me off the hook, there were plenty of jock offs and punks to take his place.

That's what had happened just after school today, I had been on my way to meet up with the Otaku club, and a bunch of them had jumped me and delivered a pounding that left me sore and humiliated. No longer feeling like the meeting, and just went home instead. I would call Hisoka-kun later and talk to him, I could probably have used the company, but at the moment I just wanted to be alone. I climbed the steps to the third floor of the building and went down five doors to my own. My body ached, and for some reason I was feeling light headed. I went inside and decided to lie down, dropping my stuff on floor where I stood and changing into a shirt and shorts. My body really ached, and in places where I hadn't been hit. Dull throbbings flowed all over me, and my head was swimming with disorientation. I worried that I might have concussion but I was too exhausted to care.

Yeah, I would definitely have to talk to Hisoka-kun later. Hisoka-kun was my best friend and we'd hung out together since elementary school. We used to sit in front of the TV on weekends watching every anime show we could, and were united in our geekhood from a very young age. Whenever I need cheering up, Hisoka was the one to talk to. And I needed cheering up, but first I really needed to sleep.

I threw myself down on the bed, my brain befuddled by a strange euphoric feeling as if I'd been drugged. A part of me knew that something was very wrong, but I was falling into unthinking haze as I lay on my bed face down. Colors flashed across my closed eyelids and I felt the world spinning around me like I was Dorothy in the twister on my way to Oz, which was silly because I was obviously not a girl. With that odd thought, I felt the sensation of sinking into the bed, and of my skin moving and pulsing all over me. I felt myself fading into oblivion. In no time at all, I was asleep.

My dreams were bizarre and chaotic. I dreamt I was in a huge city that was under attack by giant 50 meter naked women, who stomped through the city Gojira style crushing buildings as everyone ran for cover. Then, I was in a wide hall running across a thin catwalk as all around me giant naked girls tried to crush me with their enormous breasts, all the while chanting "We accept her! We accept her! One of us! One of us!"

When I awoke my whole body seemed to ache. It was much later and I had been out for hours it felt like. My head still swam and my vision felt blurry. I slipped out of bed, and staggered towards the bathroom. I didn't really have to go, but I went anyways just in case.

My body felt all wrong somehow; clumsy and almost unfamiliar; as if I had the wrong limbs attached. The hall felt somewhat larger then it had before, which was a strange sensation. I decided I must be coming down with something because my chest felt really heavy, and I had this tickling sensation on my shoulders. I braced myself on the wall with my hand and headed for the bathroom, leaning against the hallway as I moved.

I entered the bathroom and went over to the toilet, lifting up the lid and then reaching into my shorts to pull my dick out. It wasn't on the right side like it usually was, so I reached over to the left side, only to find that in wasn't there either. Sticking my hands deeper in my shorts I began to feel around for it. As I continued looking, I began to feel apprehensive at my inability to locate my own penis. I mean, it wasn't THAT small. As I kept fishing around, I began to panic, where the hell was my cock? My fingers touched a long wet slit between my legs.

I screamed, and it came out in a high pitched wail. Suddenly, I was wide awake. Oh god! Oh no! Someone had done a Sada Abe on me, or a Lorena Bobblehead or whatever that frigid American butcher's name was. I looked and my fingers a realized they were moist, but not with blood. And I was in no pain what so ever. What the hell?

With my vision starting to clear, I looked down and realized that my chest had swollen considerably. With a cold shock, I realized that I was looking at a pair of breasts, and that they were attached to me!

That meant that the slit I had felt between my legs . . . could it be a . . . ?

Timidly, and quite afraid of what I was gonna see, I moved towards the mirror over the sink. I didn't want to look, but I had too. I had to know, to be certain what had happened to me. It couldn't be possible; my mind rebelled at the idea, but what else could it be? My legs quivered and my stomach felt like it had a nest of squirrels in it. I closed my eyes and positioned myself in front of the mirror. With some effort, I forced them open and stared at my reflection.

Staring back at me was an astonishingly pretty girl, with a round almost doll like face and strait jet black hair that spilled down over her shoulders. I waved my hand in front of my face and the girl did the same. There was no doubt about it; the girl in the mirror was definitely me.

Somehow, during the night, I had become a girl.

I stared at my new body, my perfectly lovely lips forming a perfect 'O'. I had slender soft arms and creamy soft skin. My breasts were large, probably D cups, and my hips nicely curved. I looked, for all the world, like an AV porn star. In fact, I realized, I resembled Sora Ai, but with cuter more girlish facial features. I placed my hands on my cheeks and ran them over them, feeling the new softer skin under my fingers. My mind was whirling, unable to accept what had happened.

With a little bit of trepidation, and not unnoticeable amount of anticipation, I lifted my shirt up and pulled it off, revealing my breasts. I shuddered: They were perfect, large but firm and soft with puffy thick nipples at the tips. Taking a deep breath, I dropped my shorts as well.

There, between my legs, was small, but very moist pussy where my dick should have been. I let out a stifled cry; up until now, I had been in some sort of denial, but now I was confronted with the truth: I had a pussy.

I screamed again, shocked doubly by the soft, high pitched and unfamiliar sound of my voice, and staggered backwards. My feet hit the edge of the tube and a lost my balance. I fell backwards into the tub, banging my head hard on the back of the shower.

Lights out again.

It was only about a half hour later that I regained consciousness. I had a monster throbbing in the back of my head, and I was still a girl. I pulled myself to my feet, wobbling and rubbing the back of my head. I felt no blood but a nasty bump in the back there. And there were still the two bumps in my chest to contend with. I stared into the mirror again, hoping the last time had been some kind of hallucination. But no, a girl still stared back. I felt my legs buckle under me and grabbed the sink to steady myself.

"What the fuck?" I cried in my new feminine voice, "What the hell is going on here?"

This was impossible! This was the kind of thing that only happened in manga. But it seemed to have happened to me. What was I gonna do? I stared at myself, and ran my hands over my skin. It was soft and hairless, and completely new feeling to me. With a bit of hesitation, I touched the breasts on my chest. Instantly, sensations flowed through me and I moaned in a distinctly feminine and erotic way. Touching my own breasts felt pretty good. I looked and realized my nipples were hard.

My eyes dropped between my legs, looking at the new vagina that rested there. For some reason, I seemed to be completely shaved, which was just the way I liked it on girls. I reached down and tentatively touched it. As soon as I did, I felt an electric jolt of sensation through my whole body. I ran my fingers over the wet lips, exploring my new pussy. I spread my legs a little, running my hand over it. It felt good, really good. I began to rub it a little, moving my fingers in a circular motion, teasing the lips and my now swollen clit.

My brain seemed to float away as I rubbed myself faster. This was nuts, I had just found myself transformed into a girl and here I was masturbating. But I couldn't seem to stop myself, my fingers slipping inside my pussy and then stimulating my clit. I found my body undulating and my eyes closed as I seemed to loose completely control, my senses taken over by the pleasure I was feeling. One hand steadied myself on the sink, while the other worked its magic between my legs.

When the orgasm came, it was far more intense then ever before. The pleasure surged over me in waves and I couldn't help by let out an intense cry of joy and my body shuddered and convulsed as I came, my breath heaving and my limbs quivering. My long hair fell down over my face as I panted, trying to steady myself. I had never experienced so much pleasure at once.

I could get used to this, I thought.

What the hell was I thinking? I snapped back to reality, shaking my head. This was crazy; it wasn't like I was Shoji-kun with his constant gender transformation fixation. I couldn't stay like this had life to get back. True, a life of getting picked on by bullies, and the thought did flash that they probably wouldn't try to beat me up like this, but I shoved it aside. I had to do something, but what? I had to go to some help somewhere. I contemplated calling Hisoka-kun, but then realized I had no way to explain this to him, he'd probably think he was getting a crank call.

There was no choice; I'd have to go the hospital. There was one a few blocks away with an Emergency room. I quickly ran and got dressed. It felt a little absurd putting on boy's underwear, but what else was I gonna do. I quickly pulled on a pair of baggy jeans and a pull over gray hooded sweater. My now long hair was going everywhere, so I put on a ball cap; placing it on my head backwards out of habit. I grabbed my wallet and my keys, put on my glasses, and walked out of the apartment and down the street.

The first thing I noticed was that it was already dark. It was pretty cold out that night, and even with the sweater I was feeling a little chilly. People were shooting me bemused glances as I walked by, and whispering to each other a bit. I figured I must look like some kinda tomboy or lesbian to them, dressed like this. At least, that's what I thought it was about.

I passed a small clothing store that was right next to the hospital. There was a sidewalk sale going on and there looking through the racks was a very pretty girl dressed in stylish clothes. I recognized her from my school; I seemed to recall she was a new transfer student who had shown up several months ago. I knew she was popular. She had neck length strait hair which she had streaked shades of blonde, a pretty face with full lips, and a nice body with ample breasts, though I realized mine were actually bigger then hers. She was dressed in a red sleeveless low cut blouse that left her midriff bare, a white jean mini skirt and knee length high heeled boots, as well as a plethora of accessories, including piercings in her ears, nose, eyebrow and bellybutton. She was incredibly cute and stylish.

As I passed she looked up at me and smiled: A radiant, winning smile. She then looked down a little and gestured with her finger in a downward motion. I thought she was telling me that my shoelaces were untied.

But then I looked down and realized that the cold had made my nipples hard and they were showing through my sweater. I flushed red and folded my hands over my chest, picking up the pace and walking with my arms up. Yikes, being a girl was a nightmare.

I arrived at the hospital to find the emergency room rather crowded. I stepped up to the check in line, finding myself in an almost Disneyland Tokyo like crowd. As I stood there, I began to take stock of my situation: What was I going to say when I got up to the front? They'd probably think I was some kind of nutball of the street and I might end up in a loony bin. Sure, they could check DNA but that took a while. Fingerprints, maybe less time.

I bit my lip, maybe it was a mistake coming here, how could I convince them of who I was and what had happened. I wasn't so sure I believed it myself.

As I contemplated his, a male nurse walked by and stopped to talk to one of the female ones. I glanced at him and my heart leapt into my throat: He was young, with handsome features and a mane of nice thick hair. Under his nurse scrubs, I could tell he kept himself in good shape. My breathing deepened as I looked him over, he was very good looking, and that body. I started to wonder what he looked like under scrubs. His legs and chest, his well toned limbs . . . and his penis, I began to wonder what that would be like, was he big? What did it feel like?

I jerked my thoughts back, feeling a cold shiver run through me. What the hell had I been thinking? This girl's body was messing with my head. I was a guy; I couldn't go looking at another guy like that.

But he did look awfully appealing. Maybe, just while I'm in this body . . .

I shook my head, flushing red, trying to banish the unwanted thoughts. But just I as I thought I had, a young male doctor came over and started talking to my male nurse. I shivered, the doctor was gorgeous too. I began to wonder about both of them at once. I felt moisture between my legs and realized with an embarrassed start that my brand new pussy was wet. Fantasies leapt into my mind: Both of them, naked, and kissing me all over, all on my lips and my breasts and between my legs . . .

The doctor finished whatever he was telling the nurse and turned aside. He noticed me looking at him . . . and he smiled at me.

I gave a stifled cry and ran out of the ER in a blind panic. Good lord, that smile: I'd been ready to suck his dick right there in the waiting room. What was wrong with me? Eventually I slowed my pace and I quickly walked down the sidewalk, heading back to my apartment, with no where else to go.

I noticed the cute girl at the shop looking at me again. I managed a weak smile. I was glad to say that I still found a pretty girl like her attractive. I kept walking, heading back in the direction of my apartment for no other reason then that I had no other destination that I could think of. I shoved my hands in my pockets, although the cold air was making my nipples poke out again. I was just too distraught to care. I kept walking with my head down, my mind spinning with questions.

I wondered if maybe there was some way to change back. Maybe I was like Ranma and could switch genders at will. But how? I tried wrinkling my nose like Bewitched, but that did nothing. I thought of bobbing my head like I Dream Of Jeanie, before deciding I was getting desperate.

So what did I do now? I could stay in my apartment, I supposed. I could get a job online somewhere, and work out of the home? No, not in this sorry excuse for an economy. And I knew I couldn't live cooped up like that anyways. But what could I do? My driver's license and birth certificate both said I was a guy, and I no longer looked anything like my picture. How could I go about making a living? What about school, how could I go back, no one would believe who I was. And how could I keep going with all these girlish urges pulsing through me. God, the way I had responded to those two guys at the hospital. What was I, some kind of shameless slut?

Some guy walked past me, "Hey, cutie, what are you up to."

"Fuck you!" I hissed and kept walking.

There were no answers, and I felt like a pit was yawning open to swallow me up. I was scared out of my mind, my life having been turned on its head. Despair was threatening to drown me. As I continued on my way, sullen and surrounded by my darkening thoughts, I heard the sound of two high heels clicking on the sidewalk behind me. I turned to see the pretty girl from the store walking up behind me. She was heading strait for me.

She smiled at me, "Hi, having a bad day? You look like you could use a friend."

She had a high pitched, musical voice, like a magical girl in an anime, though more mature.

"Yeah, pretty bad day." I acknowledged.

I turned away form her, just wanting to get inside and hide from the world.

"Would you like to talk about it?" She asked concern on her face.

"You probably wouldn't understand." I told her, "In fact I'm sure you wouldn't."

The looked at me sympathetically, "I bet I would. Lemme guess: You used to be a guy, but now you've suddenly changed into a girl?"

I stared at her in surprise, my mouth open, "H-how did you know?"

She smiled and stepped closer, "Because I've been where you are right now, man."

That stunned me, looking over the girl in front of me, with her stylish expensive clothes, light make up and pretty face; everything about her screamed femininity. It was impossible to picture her as anything other then a girl, certainly not as a guy.

"You? But you're so pretty!" I blurted out.

She blushed a little and played with her hair, "Thank you. But actually, so are you."

It was my turn to blush. Inwardly I cringed at myself for enjoying the compliment so much, but some part of me was cheering at the thought of being called pretty. I found myself putting my hands over my mouth in a distinctly feminine gesture. The girl looked around to make sure we could couldn't be heard, and then stepped closer to me, leaning in conspiratorially.

"It's called Girl Pox." She informed me, "It's a virus of some kind, but no one knows how it spreads, or where it came from. But once a man is infected, he becomes a woman. Cases have been popping up all over the world."

"I there a cure?" I asked hopefully. Knowing what the answer was just from the fact that this girl was still a girl.

"There's no cure." She said, "But it's not that bad. Pox girls are immune to disease. We age very slowly, we're all very good looking because the virus seems to turn the afflicted into the sort of girl they most appreciate."

"That explains the huge boobs." I said wryly looking down at my chest.

She giggled, "Yes, that it does, and probably most of your new features."

"How come I've never heard of this?" I asked, "You'd think it would be all over the news."

"The government, not just ours but everyone's, keeps a lid on this for some reason." She shrugged, "There's rumor that it was some kind of experiment that got loose. Maybe that's why, but it can't be too long before it comes out. I don't want to draw a bunch of government agents, so I keep it a secret, and so should you."

"So how come you know about it?"

"I didn't at first; I was as lost as you. But I happened to run into One Eyed Pirate-san and he clued me in and put me in touch with other pox girls."

"Uh, the guy who runs The Manga Buccaneer? The one with the patch?"

"The very same, he was very helpful. And once I got with the other pox girls, they took me in and taught me everything I needed to know. There's a whole lotta pox girls right here in Tokyo, were practically a little subculture. We've even got a few of our own bars."

I looked down at the ground, "I . . . I don't know what to do."

She put a hand on my shoulder, "I know. I felt that way myself at first."

I started to cry. I couldn't help it, tears started flowing how down my face, and I started to sob despondently.

"I'm . . . I'm so scared." I moaned, "My whole life is upside down, I don't know what I'm going to do."

The girl came forward and put her arms around me, guiding my head to her shoulder she pulled me close. I collapsed almost in her arms, sagging against her and crying my eyes out on her shoulder. She said nothing, and just held me, rubbing my back and letting me cry. It felt so good, just to have someone to hold on to in this time of need. As I became to calm down and relax a little, I became aware of the closeness of her body against mine. I could feel the warmth and her breasts pressing against my own, and I felt a rush of tingling in my crotch as I began to get turned on.

I pushed away from her, straitening up and wiping the tears out of my eyes. To my surprise, she leaned in and kissed me on the forehead tenderly. I flushed a little, but felt this might well be the nicest, friendliest person I had ever met. I clasped my hands together at my chest as she looked at me with a warm compassion.

"If you'll let me, I can help you." She said, brushing some of my hair out of my eyes, "I can teach you everything you need to know, and introduce you to others like us so you won't be alone. This is who you are now, there's no going back. Why don't we go over to my place? I'll start showing you how to do your hair and make up and stuff. You have such wonderful hair; you'll want to take care of it. What do you say?"

I nodded, a smile coming across my face. I was indeed, fortunate to have run into such a nice pox girl like her.

"What's you name?" She asked me.

I realized with a bit of a start that I didn't even know my benefactor's name.

A bit sheepishly, I responded, "I'm Fujiwara Kumi-kun."

I noticed a bit of recognition in her eyes. I was sure she just knew me from school, but there was some kind of shock in her expression, as if I was the last person she had expected. It melted away quickly and she regained her warm expression.

"It's going to Kumi-chan from now on." She reminded me, "I'm Kei-chan."

That was a bit of a violation of Japanese custom, introducing herself with her first name and not giving her family name at all, but I didn't make anything out of it, I was happy to have just found someone to help me out of this bizarre crisis I'd found myself in. So I followed Kei-chan as we walked back to her place.

It wasn't that far and soon we climbed up to the second story of her apartment building and went in. Compared to mine, her place was actually a bit smaller, just a one room studio apartment. As we took off our shoes and went in and she turned on the lights, I saw that the place was decorated as one would expect from any girl, right down to stuffed animals sitting on the bed. I found myself feeling oddly at home in here, and event her stuffed animals seemed irresistibly cute.

I picked up one and looked it over, "A plush Gojira?"

"I wanted a Gojira I could sleep with." She smiled at me, taking off her jacket and hanging it over a chair.

I actually had one of these myself, along with a large collection of Bandai Gojira toys, a lot of them rare and very collectable. I even had a toy of that weird looking American monster that they called Gojira, or more properly Godzilla as he was known there.

Looking around, I asked, "How long have you been a pox girl?"

"A few months." She replied.

I sat down on her bed, which was probably quite rude of me, but she gave no indication that she objected, unconsciously holding Gojira in my lap. Kei-chan looked down at me, and then pulled a chair over and sat down in front of me. She slid into the chair with a fluid motion, keeping her legs tight and crossing them sexily but politely. Again I found it had to imagine she was once a man.

"So, why don't you tell me why you ran out of the hospital so fast?" She asked, "Afraid they'd think you were crazy?"

At first I hesitated, and then I began to tell her what happened, everything suddenly coming out of me in a flood. There was a great relief to have someone that I could talk to about this. As soon as I got to the two guys and all my weird fantasies, Kei-chan giggled a bit and put a hand on my knee.

"That's going to happen." She told me, "I should tell you this right now, pox girls have really strong libidos."

"I didn't think girls ever got turned on like that." I said.

"Regular girls? No." Kei-chan replied, "Regular girls have negligible libidos, but pox girls retain their male sex drive along with a corresponding bit of female libidinousness. It makes us pretty much all bisexual, and were all really really horny. Once you get used to it, its fun."

"Oh great." I groaned, "I have to worry about getting and STD, and getting pregnant."

"Oh no no." She waved her hands, "Like I said, pox girls are immune to all disease, including AIDS and all STDs. And we don't get pregnant, don't worry. In fact, we don't even menstruate."

That was a relief: Being on the rag hadn't even occurred to me yet as potential problem, "That's something, I guess."

"Well, that's what you've got to do." Kei-chan told me, "At least, that's what helped me: Don't think so much about the things you think you've lost and concentrate on what you've gained."

I pursed my lips. Lying on my side on the bed, clutching the plush Gojira to my ample chest almost protectively, "Immunity to disease, long youth, a killer bod . . . huge boobs."

We both laughed, and Kei-chan continued, "Maybe you should try thinking of something more personal. Think of ways this might be a fresh start. For me, this got me out of a . . . bad family situation that I don't think I could have left otherwise."

I looked away from her and across the room, clutching the toy tighter, "No more bullies."

"What?" She asked, surprised.

"I can be someone else, the hot chick everyone wants to date." I sighed, "If I'm not nerdy little Fujiwara-san, the bullies will leave me alone, and stop beating on me all the time."

"You got bullied a lot, didn't you?" Kei-chan said softly, a strange quiver in her voice.

Still not looking at her, staring blankly into space, I replied, "Yeah, all the time. It makes life so hard, never knowing when they're gonna come after you. I've sometimes wished I could just turn invisible, or maybe go to some other planet like in an anime show: Get on the Galaxy Express and ride the railways to the stars and leave it all behind me. I guess it's been better lately since Nofunsaiki-san left.

"Man, that big gorilla, I don't know why he hated me so much. I never did anything to him, but it was like just the fact that I was there offended him. He was like this mindless beating machine that would never let me be. He made my life a living hell, scared all the time. I'd have nightmares about him, I could barely sleep. And if I told a teacher I'd just get beaten even worse. Sometimes I wished he'd just kill me and get it over with. S-sometimes . . . I thought of doing it myself. Just throw myself in front of a train so he couldn't hurt me anymore. I even stood on the tracks a few times, contemplating it."

I sighed and sat up, turning back to her, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to burden you with all that . . ."

I stopped dead in the middle of my sentence, because when I looked at Kei-chan, she had her hand over her mouth and her eyes were wide and filled with tears, which dripped down over her fingers. She sobbed miserably, looking as if she'd been slapped.

"Oh, Kumi-chan . . . I'm sorry." She wailed, her body shaking, "I'm so, so sorry."

She dropped her head to the floor, unable to meet my eyes, and sobbed uncontrollably. It was all too bewildering to me, and it was easy to say that I was completely confused by the amount of emotion she was pouring out at my story.

"I . . . er . . . that is . . ." I stammered, "It's . . . not your fault."

"It is my fault." She cried, "It is my fault! It's all my fault! And I'm so sorry for what you went through. I didn't know, oh, Kumi-chan I didn't know it was that bad. I'm so sorry."

I said nothing because I had nothing to say. I couldn't imagine why she was apologizing to me for what those barbarians did to me. I waited until she got her sobbing under control. She looked up at me, wet tears streaking down her cheeks.

"It's all my fault . . . M-my family name is Nofunsaiki." She whispered meekly.

"So?" I shrugged, still not getting it.

She said nothing, and just stared at me.

I'll admit to being really slow on the uptake here. I figured, at first, that she must be Nofunsaiki-san's sister. That would explain why she didn't give her family name after she hear mine. But then I thought, no, she must be his cousin or something, because Nofunsaiki-san's first name was Kei-kun, and I couldn't imagine any parents giving both kids the same name . . .

I shot to my feet as I made the connection: Kei-chan wasn't Nofunsaiki-san's sister . . . Kei-chan WAS Nofunsaiki-san!

Now it all made sense, no wonder he suddenly disappeared like that. He contracted this Girl Pox thing and turned into a chick. My head reeled at this realization.

"Nofunsaiki-san! YOU'RE Nofunsaiki-san!" I cried out, "You're the big ape who made my life miserable!"

She looked away, an ashamed expression on her face. She simply nodded.

For a long time, neither one of us said anything and the only sound was the sounds of her small sobs. It was hard to believe that the small, vulnerable looking little girl in front of me was the huge monster of a bully that had terrorized me for so long, but it seemed to be so. Conflicting emotions ran through me as I stared down at her.

"For god's sake, why?" I finally asked her, "Why did you do that to me? What in the world did I ever do to you?"

She wiped away a tear, "Nothing, you didn't do anything."

"Then why did you hate me so much? Can you tell me that?" I demanded angrily.

She paused a bit, as if debating whether to tell me, and then she said, "I . . . did it for my father."

"What?" I asked her incredulous.

"My father was a really big tough guy." She said, "Into sports, joined the JSDF right out of high school. Ran with a tough crowd, got into construction as an adult. He was very concerned with being manly. He was always on me to be strong, be tough, and never let those weaklings drag you down. He always went on about how I had to be the strongest, meanest, toughest guy in town. Anything less was a disappointment."

"So you beat on me to impress your dad."

"You don't know what it was like, how scared of him I was."

"But why me? Why'd you single out me? There's plenty of weaker boys around. Why not pick a fight with gang leader or someone more impressive."

"You're a nerd. I'm sorry for saying that, but it's true, and my father hated nerds. Hated them with a fury, screaming all the time about pencil pushers this, keyboard jockey's that. He was always trying to make sure I didn't turn out like that. I think he resented that a lot of them went on to make more money then him."

"There was no shortage of nerds at . . ." I started, but then looking around her apartment, I began to notice things.

I hadn't really paid much attention, since I'd been so flustered at becoming a pox girl, but I now started to see things in the room that I hadn't noticed before. Right where I had dropped the plush Gojira, there were a pair of fuzzy slippers made up to look like Gojira's feet. Over on her vanity, I spied a statue of Cutie Honey. On her computer desk, there was a Valkryie fighter from Macross, and Char's Red Comet from Mobile Suit Gundam. A poster of Star Wars decorated one wall. Everywhere I looked, I saw sci fi or anime stuff.

All at once, it all fit into place, "OH MY GOD! You're an OTAKU!"

She nodded with a bit of a sheepish smile, "I have been for a long time. I just love sci fi and anime and SFX shows, I can't stop watching them."

"And you had to hide this from you father." I said, "You picked on me because you wanted to pretend you were someone else. You went after me because I represented everything you had to keep hidden from him."

"He didn't love me, I know that now." She said quietly, "He only loved this ideal fantasy of who I should be. He'd have never dealt with a sci fi geek for a son. The bastard made me live in total fear of him, scared of his temper all the time. I thought . . . I thought . . ."

She trailed off, sobbing miserably. All I could do was look at her in surprise. I suddenly wanted to kick her father in the nutsack repeatedly over and over.

"You never belonged to any after school boxing gym, did you?" I asked her quietly, "Those bruises you always had, your father did that to you, didn't he?"

She nodded quietly, looking at the floor.

Now I felt bad for yelling at her; it hadn't ever occurred to me that Nofunsaiki-san might have been the classic abused child, beating up on other boys to make up for the beatings he took at home. No wonder Kei-chan thought her new life as a pox girl was better; it had allowed her to escape her father, in a way that would almost be sure to guarantee that he would never find her.

Kei-chan stood up, bitterness and anger pushing through the misery and tears on her face, "I HATE him! I HATE that asshole! I spent my whole life trying to be the man he wanted me to be. I spent my whole life in fear of him, hiding who I really was from him! 'Be a man, Kei-kun!' 'Be strong, Kei-kun!' . . . the son of bitch!"

She dropped her head, and began to cry even harder. I had no idea what to do, just stood there awkwardly. Although I still wanted to crush her father's nuts with a pair of pliers. Finally, I stepped up to her, not even sure if it was the right thing to do, and put my arms around her. She fell forward onto my shoulder, wrapping her hands around me and crying despondently on me. I just held her tight and let her cry, patting her every so often in what I hoped was a reassuring manner. There was none of the bully I had known left in her, Kei-chan was my friend, and I would treat her that way.

Besides, I really needed her to get through this pox girl thing.

When her cries finally subsided, she looked up at my face. Not sure it was appropriate or not, I brushed her hair away and kissed her lightly on the forehead, mostly on full impulse. She lifted her head a little, and suddenly, everything changed.

I became aware again, of how close her body was to mine. I could feel her breasts pressing up against mine, and the warmth of her body close to my own. I felt the tingling in my crotch spread out from between my legs, and my breath deepening. Our lips were only apart by a few inches, and looking at her I felt the almost irresistible urge to kiss her. All at once, I looked at her expression, and realized she was fully aware of it. As we held each other in our arms, I could feel a sexual electricity like I'd never felt before, sparkling between us.

And then, I kissed her full on the mouth. There was no resistance, I felt her pull me closer to me and return my kiss passionately and enthusiastically. Something in my mind was snapping and I could almost feel the feminine hormones coursing through me. Our lips moved on each other and our tongues intertwined as we kissed, running our hands up and down each other's back.

I pulled back a little, realizing what I was doing, "I'm sorry."

"No, don't stop." Kei-chan pulled me back, "I need this. Besides, this is about teaching you about your new girl's boy . . . lemme show you how it works."

And just like that, we were making out again. Her hand slipped down my back and squeezed my butt a little, playfully. As we continued to kiss, Kei-chan pushed me back towards her bed. I let my hands touch her butt a little, and found that she didn't move them. I couldn't believe it, I really had my hands on a girl's ass, and it really felt good.

She broke the kiss, and looked at me with a wicked smile. Her tears were all gone, so maybe this really was what she needed. Right at the moment, it felt like it was exactly what I needed.

She reached down and gripped the bottom of my sweater, "Let me take your top off, Kumi-chan."

My mouth felt dry and I nodded numbly. She lifted my hoodie up over my chest, exposing my brand new breasts and their rapidly hardening nipples. I raised my hand and let her pull it up over my head, stripping me topless.

As a guy, I'd had my shirt off plenty of times, without remorse. Now, however, if felt a surge of giddy excitement at having my breasts exposed like this; it just felt so naughty. A strange exhibitionist glee rose up in me, her eyes on me turning me on, suddenly making me love being the center of attention. I giggled a little as Kei-chan ran her eyes over my chest, taking them in appraisingly. She licked her lips a little and I felt my face get hot as her eyes went over them.

"You've got lovely boobs." She said.

"Thanks," I giggled.

She raised her eyebrows, "Would you like me to take my top off."

I nodded vigorously, and blushed again. I couldn't seem to help but giggle girlishly as Kei-chan stepped back and pulled her pink top off, revealing a cute, lacey pink and white bra underneath and a good amount of cleavage that rose and fell with her breaths. She reached behind herself and skillfully undid her bra, slipping it forward and dropping it to the floor, exposing her nice perky breasts. Her nipples were hard and pink, and she had a good sized rack on her, even it they were smaller then my own. Both her nipples were pierced and small silver rings hung from them. She blushed a little as she exposed herself.

My heart hammered in my chest, "Wonderful."

With a little bit of girlish chuckle, she came forward and kissed me. We kissed, our tongues flicking in and out of each other's mouths, our breasts pressed again each other. As our lips moved together, our hard nipples rubbed up on each other, sending sensations all over my body. I had seldom felt this turned on, and I could feel a flood happening between my legs. As we kissed, Kei-chan walked me towards the bed, backing me up little by little. As my legs hit the edge, I automatically sat down on the mattress.

Kei-chan sat down beside me, smiling, and then kissed me again. One of her hands slipped up and squeezed my breast. I felt a shot of tingling pleasure as her hand touch my sensitive boob. Man, these things were great; I couldn't believe how much fun they were to actually have. I mean, I always knew how much fun they were to touch, but wow, having my own pair felt really good. Kei-chan teased my nipple with her thumb and then pushed me back down on my back, without breaking the kiss.

Crawling over me, she rubbed her boobs over mine, her face flushed with excitement. I shivered with pleasure as our nipples flicked against on another, making them even harder. She moved with snake like undulations, rubbing her breasts back and forth over mine, the soft skin pressing delightfully against my own. A small moan escaped my lips, and she quickly kissed them.

She moved up, so her chest was over my head, "Go ahead and touch them."

I swallowed hard; I'd seldom had my hands on a real girl's boobs and now I had this gorgeous girl asking me to feel her up. I reached up and touched her boob, feeling the soft skin under my fingers. She felt wonderful, and I squeezed her a little. She reacted instantly, letting out a small moan and closing her eyes. She liked, she actually like me touching her. I felt my pussy juice a little, a sensation was not used to, and brought my other hand up to her other breast. I gently kneaded them between my fingers, teasing her nipples with my thumb.

"Your hands are soft." She mumbled as played with her.

Feeling bolder, I lifted my head up and licked her nipple with my tongue. I felt her body shudder on top of mine.

"Mmmmm." She cooed.

I began to lick and suck on her nipples, feeling the stiffness with my tongue. To my surprise, Kei-chan really liked it, making all sorts of happy sounds. Soon, however, she leaned down and kissed me, and then began to kiss down my neck and along the side. As she nibbled on my neck, I felt tingles of electricity all over my body. She kissed down lower and arrived at my new breasts. She caressed them gently causing me to moan and wiggle my body a little. I felt more turned on and horny then I'd ever been, it was like I was loosing control of myself, my body and its drives taking over, and it just wanted to fuck.

"I love you're boobs, Kumi-chan." Kei-chan giggled, leaning down and taking my nipple between her teeth.

I gasped a little as she lightly bit it, not in a painful way, and then began to suck on them one at a time, using both hands to squeeze my breasts. God, they were so sensitive, girls sure were lucky to have these. Then again, so was I. She gently played with my boobs, touching me and licking me, sending me more and more into an ecstatic state. I loved the feel of her lips on my receptive chest. But she wasn't going to stay there the whole time.

She moved down to my waist, and I felt a sudden shock of delight when she gripped the edges of my sweat pants.

"Let's take this off you, alright?" She said playfully, "Lift up your butt a little."

I didn't fight her, who in their right mind would? I obeyed her instructions, and she pulled my pants down over my hips, down my legs and then off me entirely. She chuckled a little looking at the jockey shorts I was wearing underneath.

"These don't really suit you." She chortled.

She pulled them down my hip and legs and off, stripping me completely naked in front of her. My face flushed red, being naked in front of a girl was still awkward for me, and instinctively I put a hand over my crotch. With a bit of bemusement, she reached over and lifted it away.

"Now, now, don't go hiding that pretty pussy." She chided me, "You look so good naked."

The compliment made me grin from ear to ear, and I must have looked pretty stupid, but if I did she didn't make any comment. She placed her hands on the inside of my thighs and my legs opened up almost of their own volition. Exposed completely, my new vagina dripping fluid, I felt a rush of adrenaline all over myself. Kei-chan kissed the inside of my thighs over and over, causing me to shiver with anticipation, my legs opened as wide as they would go, as she gradually made her way to the main act.

When I felt her tongue touch my pussy, I let out a high pitched squeal. God, I could seem to help but act girly when she touched me. She began to run her tongue up and down the lips of my pussy, teasing the tissues and flicking it along the clit. I began to move my body as pleasure rolled through me, the feeling radiating out from between my legs. Kei-chan worked me skillfully, tracing a figure eight on my pussy and then sucking on my clit. I rolled my hips, sucking on the end of my finger that had somehow found its way into my mouth.

I suddenly loved my pussy; it was as important to me as my penis had been this morning.

When she stopped and stood up, my impulse was to reach over and pull her head back between my legs. But it faded as I saw her raise her skirt up over hips, revealing a skimpy pair of thong panties that matched the bra she'd stripped off before. She turned away from me; sexily swaying her hips as she pushed her panties down and let them fall off, revealing her round soft butt. A tattoo of Matel from Galaxy Express 999 decorated the upper part of her left cheek. She skillfully stepped out of them and kicked them away, and then turned around to me, letting me see her bare crotch.

She was completely shaved clean, and a tattoo of Hello Kitty waved from where her pubic hair should have been. Her small pretty pussy, the first one I'd ever seen (not counting the sudden appearance of my own), was dripping with fluids. Her clit was pierced as well. She spread her lips with two fingers, revealing how swollen her clit was. At the moment, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, more lovely then the sea of stars itself.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"It's perfect." I whispered, entranced.

"I love it, I love having a pussy." She said, "And you will too. Being a pox girl is the greatest gift you can have."

I had, at the moment, no reason at all to ague the point. Kei-chan came to the bed and threw a leg over me, getting over me facing the opposite direction s we were in a sixty nine position. I felt tremors all over my body as I gazed up at her perfect little pussy and asshole above me, only inches away. I could smell her musk and my nostril took in the enchanting scent of her sex as she lowered down on me. I bit my lip as her mouth returned to its exquisite work on my new sex organ, sucking and licking at me. I gasped and cried out as her fingers entered me, beginning to finger fuck me slowly in and out.

She wiggled her hips, and even a dork like me knew it was an invitation to do the same to her. My glasses actually started to fog up. Suddenly, I was scared: I had no experience, and I didn't want to disappoint her, she had been so good to me. I leaned up and began to eat her, at first just repeating what she had done to me, but gradually beginning to find my stride. Feeling her body on top of me, I began to experiment, looking for what made her respond. After a little bit of trial and error, we were both buried deep in each other's muffs, pleasuring each other with all the passion of the girls from Strawberry Panic. I slipped my fingers into her, eliciting an appreciative moan from Kei-chan, and moved them in and out, probing her vulva.

I got a real shock when Kei-chan abruptly pushed a finger into my butt and shoved it all the way in down to the knuckle. I gave a weird gurgling shriek of surprise, but it didn't feel bad.

"Did I shock you?" She giggled, "Everyone should try anal play, it's so divine."

With that in mind, I promptly popped a finger into her butt, and she cooed with delight. She was right though, I did like it in there. In fact, soon I felt the pleasure building and building, rising in me like the Yamato's Wave Motion Gun.

"Oh! Oh! I think . . . I think I'm gonna . . ." I moaned.

Before I could say 'cum' I was doing it. The pleasure exploded through me, washing over me in waves of joy and bliss that was more intense then anything I had ever felt. I twisted and cried out as my body writhed in delight, loosing myself completely in the intense orgasm that claimed my body and me senses. I was dimly aware of Kei-chan making her own tell tale calls of climax above me as she came as well, and suddenly it was like the whole world ceased to exist except me and my wonderful, pleasure filled pussy.

When I came to my senses, Kei-chan was laying next to me, spoon up beside me, kissing my lips and saying something to me.

"Hmmm?" I asked blearily.

"I said you really seemed to like that." She snickered.

"That was . . . amazing." I told her, "I've never felt like that before. I didn't know girls felt like that."

"Regular girls?" She waved the idea off, "Nah, their libidos are negligible, and they don't really cum that easily. But we're something better, we're pox girls and we're fully and truly sexual creatures that crave it and love it and want it."

I kissed her, "I guess this makes us lesbians too."

She chuckled, "No way. Think about the way you reacted to those men in the hospital."

Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that.

"Trust me, you'll love men and you'll love cock just as much once you try it." She kissed me again, "You're not a guy anymore, so you shouldn't be afraid of you desire for men, it's perfectly natural for you now. I was hesitant at first too, but I warmed up to them fast. All pox girls are bisexual. And really, it's the only way to fly."

Despite my reticence about having sex with another guy, even though I was no longer one, I suddenly found that I was starting to find the idea appealing. Maybe she was right; it was natural for me now. I certainly didn't feel like I wanted to skip on any of the feelings this new body was capable of.

"Besides," She went on, "Pox girls secrete a pheromone that is irresistible to people. Everyone will want to have sex with you. Considering our sexual needs, it's foolish not to take advantage of that fact. I mean, sure, we're basically all sluts and whores, but is that really a bad thing? I don't think so, I love it too much. And now, so do you."

The next week or so was one big girl boot camp as Kei-chan took me through the paces and taught me everything I needed to know about putting on make up and doing my hair and buying clothes and jewelry. Learning to walk in heels was tough at first but I got the knack of it. I got my ears pierced, and then my belly button and Kei-chan kept trying to talk me into getting my nipples done. She DID talk me into getting contacts, which left my pretty face un-obscured by glasses. And I found that walking and talking like a girl came completely naturally to me now, and I was consistently flirty and sexy with my motions. I had been a terrible dancer before, but with Kei-chan's help I picked it up and found I really liked to dance, and my singing voice wasn't that bad either when we tried some karaoke.

Plus, I really liked Kei-chan, she was so much fun and we had a lot in common. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized that the big cro magnon man she used to be was dead, replaced by one of the best people I knew. When we weren't eating each other's pussies we watched anime and played video games and generally had a blast, quickly becoming close friends. I used what money I had to buy some new clothes, mostly underwear because none of Kei-chan's bras would fit me, but for the most part I borrowed Kei-chan's. By the end of the week, I was desperately wishing I could have my own pretty wardrobe like hers. But I didn't have the money.

When I told her, she smiled wickedly and said, "I know a way you can make more money they you'll need."

"Really?" I exclaimed interested, "How?"

"Ever heard of a place called The Loose Moose?" She asked me impishly.

I blushed, "Uh, yeah, it's a private sex club."

"That's what they tell you on the outside. Inside it's a pox girl sex club: All the girls who work there used to be men." She informed me.

"Umm . . . are you suggesting that I turn tricks?" I asked her, astonished.

Though it did answer the question of where Kei-chan got all her money from.

"Yes." She told me, "It makes perfect sense: You've no doubt noticed how horny you are now on a consistent basis?"

Yeah, as a matter of fact I had. I had the sex drive of a rabbit now, not an hour passed that I didn't get a little moist from something. You'd think that would be inconvenient, but the range of stimulation made life that much more fun.

Kei-chan went on, "Everyone needs money, and we need sex. It's the perfect solution, and The Loose Moose is great place to work. You make money even if you don't have a customer. The big plus is that the owners are sympathetic to our cause, and they can help you establish a new identity so you can go back to school, even get a driver's license and a regular job later on."

I heard myself agreeing with her despite my reservations. I'll spare you the long details of our meeting with the owners and landing the job; suffice to say they seemed pretty excited to have me. It turned out the owners were pox girls as well, so that explained why they went to so much trouble to help us. And so, a few days later, I gussied myself up and a form fitting short skin tight dress and high heels, and we went to the Loose Moose for my first day of work.

Suffice to say, I was totally nervous. Up until now, I had not met any other pox girls other then Kei-chan, so the prospect of meeting others like me was pretty exciting. Also, I had not been with anyone else other then Kei-chan, and certainly no boys, so I was apprehensive and a little scared. I thought I looked pretty good, but what if they didn't like me? What if the other girls didn't like me? I tried not to fidget too much as we went in the employee entrance into the building. I clocked in and then Kei-chan led me to the floor.

The building looked pretty small from the outside, but inside it was a wide spacious club, decorated in high end style furnishings, looking almost like a whine tasters club or some sort of rich man's exclusive fraternity. The lights were low, and the décor done up with dark browns and grays. As I understood it, the work paid a strait hourly salary just for being there. All we were expected to do was just party with the guys, be nice, have drinks, dance and just make merry with them. Some customers, it seemed, only wanted that. But there were private rooms where the customer could take you if he wanted more 'service', that is to say, if he wanted to fuck you. Depending on what he asked you for, you got bonus money, lots of it, for every thing you did with them. Not all the customers wanted private rooms, and some of them might want to do you right out in the open in front of everyone, which got you another bonus. No wonder Kei-chan had such nice clothes and jewelry.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, my mouth dropped open. In the wide bar and lounge area pretty, gorgeous girls were everywhere. They strutted around, danced and chatted it up with guys. Most of them wore only lingerie, and I suddenly felt a little over dressed. They were all so beautiful and feminine, I couldn't believe they had all once been guys like me.

Plus, I got a bit of a shock seeing so many couples having sex right out in the open. I mean, I knew it went on, but somehow actually seeing it made it more shocking. Which is not to say that it didn't turn me on, 'cause it did.

Despite my fears, the girls came over and welcomed me right away, giving me pointers and showing me the layout. There were three lounges with various diversions for the customers, and two fully functioning bars. Each lounge had doors that led off the private rooms for us. I was nervous as heck, but as soon as I got around the customers, my body started responding. Soon I found that I was laughing and playing and getting very flirty with them. I was actually having fun, and the feeling of their eyes all over my body, and the knowledge that they wanted me was turning me on and fueling my actions. I playful chatted, sat on guy's laps, danced with them and even played a game of pool with one. The longer a stayed, the more like a girl I felt, and it wasn't bad.

At one point, however, I got my first private customer, and it was a bit of a shock. I had just been dancing with a guy, who had moved on to another partner. As I was walking away I felt two hands on my shoulders and a warm body pressed up behind me. Instantly, my pussy moistened at the intimate contact. And an oddly familiar voice spoke up.

"Wow, you're cute. Are you new?" The customer asked.

I turned around grinning flirtatiously and put my arms around his shoulders, "That's right honey, just started today . . ."

And then I almost screamed; because I was staring right up into the all too familiar face of my older brother, Norio-kun.

Flustered, I didn't know what to say. He didn't recognize me of course; to him I was just some hot chick at the club. But I recognized him, and felt my stomach clench as he pulled me closer to him, pressing his body against mine. I could totally smell the pot smoke on his breath and I think there was enough of it to get me second hand high a little bit. At least, that was the explanation that I gave myself for what happened next.

To my surprise, I felt my body responding to him, wanting to press even closer. Looking up into his dark eyes, I realized I could now see why he was always surrounded by girls: He was gorgeous. I mean, I'd always known he was cool, but now I looked at him and my heart fluttered a little staring into those dark eyes and handsome face. His long hair which was colored slightly red gave him just the right amount of wild to his look.

His body was slightly muscular under his clothes. He was dressed in a black work shirt buttoned up over a plain black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. This close, I could feel his erection pressing through his pants, and I found my vagina tingling in response. Trying to fight these reactions just wasn't happening, and I found myself in a very uncomfortable situation.

Could I refuse service to a customer? I knew I could if he was being abusive, but we hadn't even discussed family members. It hadn't actually occurred to me that Norio-kun might show up. I heard this place is expensive for membership, where'd he get the money? The thought was interrupted as I felt his hands run up and down my back, brushing over my butt. Tingles rushed through me and I felt my body pushing up against his.

"You're so pretty," He said, "Let's go to a private room."

I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. And suddenly, he leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. His mouth moved on mine, and I felt myself wanting to melt into his arms. Damnit, why'd he have to be such a good kisser? Before I new it, I was kissing him back. Damn this pox girl body, it was betraying me. I was making out with my brother and I was enjoying it. Confusion reined, I knew I should stop him, but I didn't want to.

Suddenly, he was leading me down the hallway to an empty room, and I went with him, my arm around his waist. I felt light headed and my mind full of fog. I knew this was wrong, oh so wrong, but that fact alone turned me on. As we entered the room, the full situation hit me: This was going to be my first time with a guy, and it was incest with my brother. Why did that thought make me so horny? Was I that much of a weird slut? Was I that much of a pervert? Pox girl sex drive aside, I hadn't thought something so taboo would turn me on.

The private rooms, being used for only one thing, were pretty simple: A square room with a wide soft bed on one wall, and framed erotic art on the others. A medium sized wardrobe sat opposite the bed for those who didn't like wrinkling up their clothes, and a door led into a small bathroom with a sink, toilet and wide stand up shower.

He pulled me close to him and kissed me deep, this time his tongue slipped into my mouth. I responded in kind, my body acting of its own accord. I was loosing myself, loosing my will to my unrestrained lust and desire, and it felt too damn good. His hand ran up my side and cupped one of my breasts, squeezing it softly. His soft but rugged hand felt good on my boob, and I cupped it with one hand, letting him touch me. Why did my brother have to be so . . . sexy?

"Do you like that?" He asked me.

In a bleary state, I answered, "Yes, big brother."

Shit, I'd called him big brother inadvertently. To my surprise, he grinned broadly.

"Oh, kinky." He chortled, "I like it. Okay, take your dress off, Imouto."

I stepped back, even as I wondered creepily if he'd been having incest fantasies about our sister. But hearing him call me little sister turned me on more then I'd have thought. I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, slipping it down with sensuous movements of my hips like Kei-chan had taught me. I found I loved his eyes me, looking at me as I exposed myself a little bit. I was wearing a thin black bra and panties that were slightly transparent, and I knew he could see my hard nipples through them. I blushed a little as I dropped my dress all the way, kicking it aside. I moved my hips sexily, my pussy moistening between my legs.

"Do you like what you see, big brother?" I asked playfully.

"Mmm, Imouto-chan, you've got a great body." He cooed.

I blushed red all over my face, and I knew I was lost. I was completely out of control, and I was sinking fast. There was no way of avoiding it; I was going to fuck my brother. And the thought was shamefully making me hornier then I'd been so far. Norio-kun took his shirt off, and I blushed even more looking at his bare, very manly, chest. Kei-chan had been right; I did like guys. Oh, god, did I like guys.

We made out again, our lips and tongues probing each other, our hands going all over each other's bodies. It felt good to have him touch my breasts and my butt. I had come to adore my boobs over the past week, loving the attention they got me and how much fun they were to play with. My hand slipped down his body and cupped his crotch, feeling his hard cock through his jeans. All my reservations were flying away, being replaced with pure perverted desire: I wanted my brother's penis and I meant to have it.

I felt his hand reach behind me and unhook my bra. Yes, I realized I wanted to have him take it off for me, to look at my bare breasts. I stepped back a bit and let him slide it down over my arms, a thrill running through me as my boobs were exposed and I was stripped topless in front of him.

I wiggled them a little and squeezed them together with my hands, "Do you like them, big brother?"

"You've got great boob, Imouto-chan." He said, and reached up and gave then a squeeze.

I reacted instantly, my body shuddering as his hands felt my bare breasts. He teased my nipples as he squeezed me, and my heart hammered in my chest, small moans escaping my lips. My hand continued to massage his dick through his pants, the feeling of it under my fingers was sending shivers of desire through my body. I began to open his pants, undoing it quickly. When he was completely undone, I reached inside and grabbed my brother's cock. Damn, it was big! I shuddered in joy at the feeling of it in my hand. I knew I had to see it.

"Big brother has such a big dick." I cooed.

I pulled his cock out and moaned as it came into view. It looked so exciting and desirable. No wonder he always had women around him. I masturbated him sensually as he kissed my neck and shoulders. I felt his hands pushing me downward, and I knew I was going to do everything that he wanted. Obediently I sank to my knees, his penis right in front of my face. My pussy was crawling with sensation, soaking the inside of my panties. I took him in my hands and began to lick my brother's cock.

I had, obviously, never sucked a cock before. But I had some experience with Kei-chan's dildos and strapons that she liked to use on me, so I was picking it up fast. I took it in my mouth and began to suck, bobbing my head up and down on his dick, taking it deep in my mouth. I found that I liked it in there, my body responding with tingles of pleasure just from the knowledge that I had his penis in my mouth. I sucked greedily and enthusiastically, the fact it was my brother's dick making it all the better. Man what sick little slut I was!

"Oh, my little Imouto-chan sucks good dick." He moaned, "You really like doing that, don't you."

"I love it." I answered honestly.

It felt like I sucked him for a long time, although it was probably only a few minutes. He finally stopped me and took me over to the bed, stepping out of his pants and stripping himself completely naked. He looked great in the nude, his body in good shape, his hard cock sticking out invitingly. I was suddenly so glad he picked me, even if he was my brother. He lay me down on the bed, crawling over me and kissing me, and then gripped the sides of my panties.

I squirmed on the bed, "Pull them off, big brother, I want to be naked."

He slipped my panties off, down my legs and then took them all the way off, rendering me completely naked in front of him. I felt that same exhibitionistic thrill at having my pussy exposed to him. I spread my legs automatically, and reached between them, rubbing my swollen pussy with my fingers. I was dripping all over the place, all my resistance to having sex with a man gone. I wanted this; I wanted this so badly.

"Look, big brother." I giggled, "She's all wet for you."

With a wicked grin, he got down between my legs and began to lick and suck on my pussy. I opened my legs wide for him, and began to moan and move my hips as he ate me. Man, he was every bit as good at this as Kei-chan was, causing me to undulate and twist in delirious pleasure. I ran a finger over my lips and then squeezed my boobs with both hands. I bit my lip as moans escaped my mouth over and over. This felt so good; I never wanted him to stop.

It was so surreal, what I had become. Just a week ago I had been a nerdy reject and now I was this cute horny slutty girl, moaning and wailing while I unabashedly committed incest with my brother. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't grateful for the transformation at that moment. Perhaps pox girls really had it good.

He crawled up over me, kissing my lips, and I felt the tip of his penis brush my pussy. I moaned and wiggled my body at the contact.

"You want it in there, Imouto-chan?" He asked teasingly.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned, "Put it in me, big brother! Fuck me like the little slut that I am."

Jesus, did I say that?"

"Hey, I like you slutty." He said, and entered me.

As soon as I felt his cock slip between my lips and into me, I felt a jolt of pleasure. I arched my back and moaned loudly as I was penetrated, his cock slipping easily into my hole. I gripped his back as he began to trust into me, moving his hips up and back, fucking me and making me moan. My body moved and twisted at the pleasure, loving his cock deep inside my body, my pussy alive with sensation and bliss. I kissed his lips deeply, grinding my breasts against his chest. Whatever was left of my virginity was obliterated, and I gave up the last of my manhood to my brother.

I felt more feminine now then I had since this whole thing had begun, the cock inside me somewhat transformative. I knew then that Kei-chan had been right: I was no lesbian. I needed both men and women to satisfy the hunger between my legs. And I loved it, reveled it my whorishness. Naked and wild, I fucked my brother with a deep unrestrained passion. It was as if a damn had broken, and all my inhibitions were washed away in a flood of wonderful lust. He thrust into me, moving in and out, driving me further and further into heights of ecstasy.

"Mmm, you're so tight, Imouto-chan." He puffed as he screwed me, "You feel so good."

"Oh, big brother, I love you cock in me!" I cried out, "I want it deeper, harder!"

He did as I asked, making me squeal in glee as the made love to me, the slapping sounds of our sex and our moans of lust filled the tiny room as we fucked like made, passionately quivering as we did.

He eventually pulled out and then flipped me over, pulling my up on all fours. I rocked back and forth in anticipation, waiting to be taken from behind like an animal. I moved and twisted, feeling alive and unhinged. He got behind me, rubbing his cock a little, and put one hand on my butt, spreading my cheeks and leaned in. I licked my lips, anticipating the return of his dick in my pussy.

To my surprise, he pressed it against my asshole, and shoved it in.

"Yikes! big brother!" I yelped in shock.

My body twisted and spasmed as I was sodomized. I clutched the sheets and grunted as he went deeper and deeper into me, but I made no move to stop him. I had done a little anal play with Kei-chan, but none of the dildos she had used in my butt were this big. The pain was only temporary, however, and as he continued to fuck me, I began to feel enjoyment coming on. I reached between my legs and began to masturbate myself, my groans now groans of pleasure as I realized his penis felt really good in my ass. I moaned in pleasure, taking up the butt with gusto now.

"Oh, little sister loves it up that ass!" He teased.

"Oh, I do! I do!" I wailed, "Fuck my ass deep, big brother, I love it."

Note for the inexperienced: When done right, getting fucked up the ass feels wonderful. Don't let anyone tell you different, they either did it wrong . . . or their full of shit.

I rocked back and forth as he fucked me hard in the ass, my body shuddering with each thrust. I was like a wild animal now, untamed and uninhibited, unashamed of my lust as I enacted such taboo actions. I licked my lips, my eyes rolled back in my head, feeling the waves of pleasure as his penis was buried deep in ass. I felt transformed, alive, the last of my old identity erased. I felt completely feminine, a pox girl all the way through now, wrapped up in my desires, loving the stimulation of my flesh. The last few remnants of my old gender were getting fucked away by my brother's wonderfully big dick.

I came with him inside my ass, writhing in delight as waves and waves of pleasure washed over me, making me shudder and quake in joy and pleasure, filling the air with moans and groans.

Norio-kun pulled out of me, jerking himself off, "Oh, Imouto-chan! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum in my mouth! Cum in my mouth!" I begged shamelessly, grabbing his cock and guiding it between my lips.

He shuddered with his orgasm, moaning loudly as he ejaculated, filling my mouth with his hot tasty brother cum. I swallowed it, gulping it down greedily until I had gotten the last drop out of him. We both fell the bed, kissing each other and making out warmly.

Eventually, we both showered in the small shower in the room. Norio-kun got dressed, kissed me a whole bunch more times and told me how good I was and how hot I was and how he'd come back and see me again. After he left, I cleaned myself up and started to get dressed. After some thought, I left my dress where it was, and returned to the floor wearing only my underwear and shoes. All eyes were on me, and I liked it that way. Happy, fulfilled, and now at peace with my new gender, I began to look for another guy to party with.

I found plenty of them.

And so, I started putting my life back together with my new identity. I finally got the courage to go back to Hokkaido and tell my family what had happened. It took a bit to convince them, but I did. And they finally welcomed their new daughter with lots of love. I was indeed fortunate to have much better family then Kei-chan. Although Norio-kun was a little freaked out to discover exactly who he'd fucked at The Loose Moose; that didn't stop him from throwing me over a chair and fucking me senseless the first time we were alone together. I didn't object, I had learned that I loved incest. In fact, I've been thinking of my father a lot lately. I'd got this fantasy where my dad and my brother double penetrate me. Is that too perverted? Well, not for me.

But there was one last strange twist to this story: As I was still waiting for my new papers to come through so I could return to school, I was out shopping at the local mall with Kei-chan. We'd picked up all sorts of fun clothes for ourselves, and were looking around for new purses when I spotted someone I knew. There, walking through the mall loaded down with bags were two girls, one of them was Saski Misako-chan, Hisoka-kun's older sister. She looked as pretty and stylish as ever, taking animatedly with an even prettier girl next to her that I didn't know.

This other girl was simply lovely, long reddish hair, cute doll like face and large breasts and curvy thighs, all dressed in a way to accent her body's sexy features. As they got closer and I could hear their conversation, I got a pleasant surprise.

Misako-chan was saying to her friend, "Jeeze, Hisoka-chan, do you have to buy the sluttiest looking clothes on the rack?"

The other girl replied, "It's not slutty, it's fun."

"It's slutty." Misako-chan insisted.

"I'll let you borrow it." Hisoka-chan replied.

Misako-chan grinned, "Okay, it's fun. Thank you."

"Hey, what are sisters for?"

And at that, it all clicked into place: I knew Hisoka-kun only had the one sister, and I sure as hell couldn't imagine any parents outside of George Foreman giving two kids the same name. Looking at the girl, I realized with a thrilled start that this was my best friend Hisoka-kun. He'd contracted Girl Pox just like me. A flood of happiness rose up in me as I realized that both myself and Hisoka had the same condition, there would be no awkward times of explanation and adjustment, my best friend was just like me.

I bounded up to them with enthusiasm, neither one of them recognized me, of course. I walked up to Hisoka-chan, grinning from ear to ear.

"Saski Hisoka?" I asked.

"Um, yeah?" Hisoka-chan responded.

"You're a pox girl, aren't you?" I asked her.

She furrowed her pretty brow, "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I am. How'd you know?"

"I'm Fujiwara Kumi." I told her with knowing smile.

Hisoka-chan gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth in excitement, and grin appearing on her lovely face.

"Omigosh! Kumi-kun?" She exclaimed.

"It's Kumi-chan now." I told her gleefully.

"So that's why you haven't been to school!" She observed.

And just like that, we were hugging each other and laughing and talking like old times. I was so excited to have Hisako-chan back in my life.

Misako-chan just stared in shock, "Holy shit."

Which is pretty much the same thing I said when we ran into One Eyed Pirate from the manga store and I found he was now One Eye-chan, a simply lovely pox girl with blue hair, of all things.

At times, the life of an otaku can be a lonely, and yes, quiet scary place to live in. But not all the time, and certainly not now, not with everything that had changed. I now knew that becoming a pox girl was a blessing, not a curse. I was pretty, cute, and people liked me. I had a great job, good friends, and a family that still loved me. I got laid all the time, without having to worry much. The bullies would probably now be falling all over each other trying to ask me out, and with my new identity I could get back into the Otaku Club. And I loved, really loved, being a pox girl.

But best of all: I had my best friend back.

With all my love,

Kumi-chan